Never Take the Brown Bomber Jacket

Green

I opened my eyes to a bright white light.  I groaned, squeezed them shut again, and opened them once the light moved away.

            “Good, you’re awake,” Prussia said, now looming over me.  “I want you to remember this.”

            “Remember what?” I croaked, grimacing at how uncomfortable this table was.

            A corner of his lip curled up in a way that made me think he was going to regret whatever he was about to do.  “Just how horrible someone can be.”  Prussia then raised his hand above my chest.  It looked like he was holding some sort of syringe; one with glowing green liquid inside.

            My eyes widened.  “What is that?  What are you doing?”

            He put a finger to his lips, an apologizing look in his eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I have to do this.”

            He plunged the syringe into my heart and a burning sensation slowly began spreading throughout my entire body.  I screamed at him to stop, to take the syringe out.  He told me he couldn’t, that if he did something bad would happen.  So he kept injecting me with the strange, glowing green liquid, apologizing the entire time.  And the more that entered me, the more I burned.

            I woke up screaming, sitting straight up in my bed.  I looked around and realized that I was in the blue room.  Clothes no longer littered the floor, and the desk seemed to have been organized.  Everything seemed neat and in place.  I couldn’t say the same for the sheets, though.  Those were all tangled up in my legs.

            The door burst open a second later, a panicked looking England standing in the doorway.  America was right behind him, looking just as panicked.

            “Holly,” England said, sounding slightly surprised.  “You’re—”

            “Dude, you’re awake!” America exclaimed, a smile lighting up his face.

            I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.  “Um, yeah.  That’s how it works.  You go to sleep for the night, and then you wake up in the morning.”

            “Actually, it’s one o’clock,” America replied.

            “So?”

            “You’ve been out for three days, Holly,” England said gravely, like it was bad news.  I mean, it’s not normal to sleep for three days straight, but after my little adventure with Prussia, I think needed some beauty sleep.

            I shivered at the thought of Prussia, remembering my dream.  “Oh,” I responded, not thinking of anything better to say with those images running through my head.

            He raised an eyebrow.  “Oh?  That’s it?”

            “Um…  Yes?”

            Apparently, that was the wrong answer.  England’s eyes flashed and he clenched his jaw.  He opened his mouth to say something, then decided not to and marched out, slamming the door behind him.

            “Well, that was weird,” I said after a moment of silence between America and me.  “What’s got his boxers in a twist?”

            America shifted his weight awkwardly.  “He’s been on edge, dude.  Worried about you.”  He squinted at me, and then came right up beside me.  “Hey, weren’t your eyes brown?”