Because I have even /more/ Hetalia dreams.
Just because, I always want to write down my dreams, especially the Hetalia based ones.
While it wasn't as epic as me being America and running from the government it was still cool!
...yeah, I got to be the hero again, but not for long. THIS TIME, I WAS OUR FELLOW BRITISH GENTLEMAN.
Well, not really British, but I like it a lot better as it so I'll tell you.
Just like the other one, I can't remember everything but I'm willing to tell you as much as I can despite my protesting contacts at 12:30[?] in the morning...that and I can't find my glasses...! So sorry if I make some off the wall errors, it's hard to see. ^^;
ANYWAYS!
So, it starts off with me as America, waking in up in a hospital. Not exactly sure what had caused me to end up in there, but I was just laying in bed for a little moment before Canada had walked in the room and started explaining things to me after I said I couldn't remember what had happened. He told me that while on an assignment with him and a few others, a group of terrorists [and would you believe at least 40% of the government was behind all this...crookedness] had sought out to bomb two specific locations [which I didn't remember...or know]. He said that they practically annihilated these towns with napalms and noticed something was up when I was looking a bit fatigued. Then it just so happens we were in a building when a bomb went off. I had started running, tired as I already was, tripped [like they do in those horror movies] and a part of the building crushed my legs. Then Canada said I kinda fainted after that [BUT NOT EVERYONE REMEMBERS PASSING OUT IN THEIR DREAMS, HUH?!]
I don't know what [or how] but next thing I know I was in this..this house. Some freaky looking house. I dunno how I got in, because for one, the outside had steps, and two, I was still in the wheelchair. This time, France and Spain were with me [and honestly as scary as that sounds I actually...was pretty calm about it...] I suppose it was some kind of haunted house because after a little while some weird group of creepy girls came after us and one of them drilled an axe RIGHT IN BOTH OF MY BLOODY KNEECAPS [yay numbness]. France and Spain did run and leave me there at first [which is why my legs met an axe] but they came back at the necessary moment to save my butt and then we escaped!
...and then we decided to get medical supplies at Walmart. I DON'T KNOW. Unfortunately while the guys were talking someone [I thiiiiiink it might have been China] that said that those creepy girls were holding England hostage. It was rumored that they were trying to torture England enough to try and spill out every nation's weakness [because apparently he was the only one that knew, lol]. So I was just sitting in the parking lot and they decided to walk in the story and forgot about me. ;~; Then out of nowhere a girl comes [I'm assuming she was with that axe wielding psychopath] and she catches me with magic [England's magic, to be precise], and some weird thing happened.
And this is the point where America and England trade places. SO THAT MEANS I BECAME ENGLAND AND HONESTLY I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE.
So, for some odd reason I notice I had became England...but something else felt weird. I guess before the whole switch-a-roo thing that magic merged both America and England's spirit into one body, whatever idk. Anyways, I decided I would try and get America back on my own right then and there...BUT I NEEDED SUPPLIES DAMNIT. So, I start to run in Walmart, get spotted by the countries on their way out, and start running through the aisles of Walmart.
I vaguely remember the ones chasing after me were America's states, so I was running through the stores and cut through the clothes section. My unfortunate habit kicked in when I accidentally picked up a shirt along the way and decided to stop just to hang it back up. Then I saw those guys catching up, and then they split directions on me. I take off running again only to find the bigger one blocking my path. So I did that thing they did in American football and literally ran over him. But silly little me had to gloat in all this and I got tackled by the other state who I remember was Illinois [lol]. Then, using that unusual amount of strength I had I wrestled him off and hung them both up on something tall by their pants legs.
I was about to say something else until one of them pulled out their cellphones. So I ran [out the other exit], made my way up to a guy on a motorbike and asked to borrow it. [And by asking I was like "Can I borrow your bike?" "No." "GIVE ME YOUR BLOODY BIKE YOU WANKER!" ...so therefore I did NOT steal it.] Anyways, I took the bike [and the helmet, safety first!] and sped past the countries in the parking lot. Next thing I knew I was being chased and then when I got out of the rest of the countries' sights I stopped near a nice lake.
...and Canada scared me like I don't know what. Apparently he was on the bike the entire time. JEEZ.
He wanted to talk, so I told him the whole story about what happened to me and what I did with America. Then he had the nerve to tell me he knew because my eyes where blue and had even more nerve to reach and pull...WELL NANTUCKET BECAUSE I NEVER KNEW I HAD IT. He then convinced me to go back to the other nations to seek help in trying to get America back. So, being the sore loser [because I didn't want to ask France, out of all people, for help] I drove back to the countries' hideout.
Yes, they had a hideout. Apparently these girls were out to get them.
So then I learn that America's...well...body was actually dying...country too. Even though I pretty much had...well him...in me...[boy does that sound kinda freaky] his actual personification was dying. These girls were practically...sadists. They even thought sending a webcam video of his mangled legs to us was pretty funny.
I DECIDED TO BE THE HERO!
because america's spirit hijacked my bloody body
I set up a relatively good plan, and so we ride out back to that house...unfortunately when we got there, they had already abandoned the house and left us a note telling us good luck in trying to find them. They had also left something else.
...yes, it was a body beaten beyond recognition, and yes it belonged to America.
Guess it doesn't help that my dream ended here either, huh?
A look, another long journal it seems!
While it wasn't as epic as me being America and running from the government it was still cool!
...yeah, I got to be the hero again, but not for long. THIS TIME, I WAS OUR FELLOW BRITISH GENTLEMAN.
Well, not really British, but I like it a lot better as it so I'll tell you.
Just like the other one, I can't remember everything but I'm willing to tell you as much as I can despite my protesting contacts at 12:30[?] in the morning...that and I can't find my glasses...! So sorry if I make some off the wall errors, it's hard to see. ^^;
ANYWAYS!
So, it starts off with me as America, waking in up in a hospital. Not exactly sure what had caused me to end up in there, but I was just laying in bed for a little moment before Canada had walked in the room and started explaining things to me after I said I couldn't remember what had happened. He told me that while on an assignment with him and a few others, a group of terrorists [and would you believe at least 40% of the government was behind all this...crookedness] had sought out to bomb two specific locations [which I didn't remember...or know]. He said that they practically annihilated these towns with napalms and noticed something was up when I was looking a bit fatigued. Then it just so happens we were in a building when a bomb went off. I had started running, tired as I already was, tripped [like they do in those horror movies] and a part of the building crushed my legs. Then Canada said I kinda fainted after that [BUT NOT EVERYONE REMEMBERS PASSING OUT IN THEIR DREAMS, HUH?!]
I don't know what [or how] but next thing I know I was in this..this house. Some freaky looking house. I dunno how I got in, because for one, the outside had steps, and two, I was still in the wheelchair. This time, France and Spain were with me [and honestly as scary as that sounds I actually...was pretty calm about it...] I suppose it was some kind of haunted house because after a little while some weird group of creepy girls came after us and one of them drilled an axe RIGHT IN BOTH OF MY BLOODY KNEECAPS [yay numbness]. France and Spain did run and leave me there at first [which is why my legs met an axe] but they came back at the necessary moment to save my butt and then we escaped!
...and then we decided to get medical supplies at Walmart. I DON'T KNOW. Unfortunately while the guys were talking someone [I thiiiiiink it might have been China] that said that those creepy girls were holding England hostage. It was rumored that they were trying to torture England enough to try and spill out every nation's weakness [because apparently he was the only one that knew, lol]. So I was just sitting in the parking lot and they decided to walk in the story and forgot about me. ;~; Then out of nowhere a girl comes [I'm assuming she was with that axe wielding psychopath] and she catches me with magic [England's magic, to be precise], and some weird thing happened.
And this is the point where America and England trade places. SO THAT MEANS I BECAME ENGLAND AND HONESTLY I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE.
So, for some odd reason I notice I had became England...but something else felt weird. I guess before the whole switch-a-roo thing that magic merged both America and England's spirit into one body, whatever idk. Anyways, I decided I would try and get America back on my own right then and there...BUT I NEEDED SUPPLIES DAMNIT. So, I start to run in Walmart, get spotted by the countries on their way out, and start running through the aisles of Walmart.
I vaguely remember the ones chasing after me were America's states, so I was running through the stores and cut through the clothes section. My unfortunate habit kicked in when I accidentally picked up a shirt along the way and decided to stop just to hang it back up. Then I saw those guys catching up, and then they split directions on me. I take off running again only to find the bigger one blocking my path. So I did that thing they did in American football and literally ran over him. But silly little me had to gloat in all this and I got tackled by the other state who I remember was Illinois [lol]. Then, using that unusual amount of strength I had I wrestled him off and hung them both up on something tall by their pants legs.
I was about to say something else until one of them pulled out their cellphones. So I ran [out the other exit], made my way up to a guy on a motorbike and asked to borrow it. [And by asking I was like "Can I borrow your bike?" "No." "GIVE ME YOUR BLOODY BIKE YOU WANKER!" ...so therefore I did NOT steal it.] Anyways, I took the bike [and the helmet, safety first!] and sped past the countries in the parking lot. Next thing I knew I was being chased and then when I got out of the rest of the countries' sights I stopped near a nice lake.
...and Canada scared me like I don't know what. Apparently he was on the bike the entire time. JEEZ.
He wanted to talk, so I told him the whole story about what happened to me and what I did with America. Then he had the nerve to tell me he knew because my eyes where blue and had even more nerve to reach and pull...WELL NANTUCKET BECAUSE I NEVER KNEW I HAD IT. He then convinced me to go back to the other nations to seek help in trying to get America back. So, being the sore loser [because I didn't want to ask France, out of all people, for help] I drove back to the countries' hideout.
Yes, they had a hideout. Apparently these girls were out to get them.
So then I learn that America's...well...body was actually dying...country too. Even though I pretty much had...well him...in me...[boy does that sound kinda freaky] his actual personification was dying. These girls were practically...sadists. They even thought sending a webcam video of his mangled legs to us was pretty funny.
I DECIDED TO BE THE HERO!
because america's spirit hijacked my bloody body
I set up a relatively good plan, and so we ride out back to that house...unfortunately when we got there, they had already abandoned the house and left us a note telling us good luck in trying to find them. They had also left something else.
...yes, it was a body beaten beyond recognition, and yes it belonged to America.
Guess it doesn't help that my dream ended here either, huh?
A look, another long journal it seems!