Dreams Can't Come True- HetaliaxReader- Sequel to My Previous Story!

9 Of Course I Do

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(Y/n)= Your name

(H/c)= Hair color

(E/c)= Eye color

(F/c)= Favorite color

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(Gilbert's POV:)

"Where did jou go, liebe?" (Y/n) stood in front of me, her eyes shining with a small smile adorning her face. She reached for my hand and gently raised it to her cheek. My thumb rubbed against her soft, (s/t) skin as I cup her cheek, my emotions getting the best of me as tears slid down my face. She turned her face and left a kiss against my palm. "I never left you, Gilbert. You know that..." 

I shake my head and rip my hand away from her, feeling hurt by what she said. "Vhat are talking about?! Jou just suddenly disappeared one day and left me all alone, your best friend, and zhen suddenly come vack and claim you never left?! I visited jour grave every day!! Don't tell me zhat you never left!!" I was shouting at her face, angry at myself as I watched her face turn into a look of sorrow and pain. She closed her eyes and shook her head at me, obviously hurt by my actions. But, I couldn't stop there. I had too much pent of anger. Too much sadness... Too much hurt...

"Jou didn't even remember us..." 

She grabbed my hand again, giving it a squeeze. "I remember.... You just have to dig for it." 

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Gasping, I shot up from my dream. I immediately jump from my bed and wrote down everything that happened. For nearly a year now, I've been having reoccurring dreams about this stuff. I've learned that every single dream has a hidden meaning behind them, creating an unsolvable puzzle.... 

I have to always be careful, though. West caught me in one of my frenzies after my dream as I was trying to gather each last puzzle piece. Of course, it was probably a good thing that he caught me, mostly because it was very soon after (Y/n)'s disappearance. He'd thought for sure that I've lost it after a few months of my unhealthy habit. Writing clues, sleeping, waking up, writing more clues, repeat. During that time, I've spent so much time only writing and sleeping that I lost nearly twenty pounds... But, he made sure that he sent me into a schedule of making time to eat and go outside and actually talk with others. It was always super un-awesome. I was already grieving as it was, and being around other beat-up, depressed losers like myself, grieving about the same thing? Even worse. But I managed. I promised West that I had given up the writing habit altogether, even throwing away the book of dreams. What he doesn't know was that it was only a decoy journal. I chuckle to myself, proud that I managed to out-smart my younger brother again. But in all seriousness, I've learned to become healthier with it. Turns out, the dreams with actual meanings only came once every week. 

I scribble the details along the pages, making sure to reread and cross out any information that wouldn't be useful in the message. I circled "you have to dig for it" at least 100 times. I rack my brain for any ideas. 'Dig for it?... Vhat am I digging for?... Her memories?... Do I have to keep trying to dig through her mind?...'  For some reason, the old tree in the park keeps coming to mind. 'Vhy?' 

'Zhe old tree in zhe park... Zhat's vhere she disappeared... But vhat does that have to do vith anything...?'

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  I flip through pages as I go over old notes throughout the years. Finally, I come across what I was looking for... 

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(Your POV:)

"Hi! Welcome to English Mug House! What can I get for you today?" You smile as a very towering man with sweet, violet eyes met with yours. "Hallo.... I was wondering if I could get coffee?" You smile as his thick, Russian accent rang in your ears. "Of course! Is there a certain flavor you'd like?" He smiled sweetly at you. "Whatever your favorite is, sunflower." You giggle. "May I get a name?" He readjusted his long scarf. "Uh... Ivan. Ivan Braginski. Can I get your name, sunflower?" You smile brightly. "It's (Y/n)." His eyes shined and nodded his head. "Da. I thought so. It's a very pretty name. It matches you well, sunflower..." You bashfully tuck you hair behind your ear as you blush lightly. "Thank you, Ivan. I'll go get that drink for you."