The Gray (AlfredxAllen)

The Dream

Alfred was sitting in a field. A very big one at that. Green grass and daisies surrounding him, he stood to look around.
'Odd' Alfred thought blankly. 'I'm shorter than I remember.'
It was indeed strange. But even stranger was the way the daisies wilted when ever he took a steep.
In contrast, the plain grass grew taller and taller where ever the daisies wilted.
He saw a kid. The kid looked like him but was.... different. Unlike Alfred's sky blue eyes and wheat golden hair, this kid had dark, dark brown, almost red hair and blood red eyes.
'Interesting' they stood there staring.
'I wonder where I am. And who is this kid? Why does he look like me?' Allen had never been so confused in his life. They knew it was a dream but didn't know if the other was real or a figment of their imagination.
Then there was thunder. A loud crack in the sky that startled the two and sent them back to reality.

As always, Alfred woke up to a splitting headache. "Ugg... Why did I leave the blinds open?" Alfred talks to him self a lot. He is different from most countries. He can see sound as colour but not his own sounds. He can see things that aren't really there, as well as hear them. They are both blinding when mixed together, but he ignores them. He also has dangerous disorders. Life threatening. He is suicidal, thanks to depression, also thanks to the other countries. He is anorexic, again thank you other countries. He has insomnia, mainly because he is used to running on low sleep. He has more disorders but we don't talk about them.
Today, was a world meeting. He had to take the time to prepare. He didn't want to blow up at the others or have them find out about what he had hidden for over a century. The anxiety and depression tends to pile up. He hides a lot of things from the others like his impressive ability to speak, read, and write all the languages in the world used today as well as how he remembers old and dead languages. He also hides the fact that he is smarter than all the others in every way, doubling the skill of even those refined to perfection. You tend to have a lot of time when you finish weeks worth of work in the matter of an hour and work at home. Alfred can sing very well too and play every instrument like a pro.
Alfred only hides because he fears disapproval.
If we are being honest, Alfred could crush even Ivan in an instant, he is only weak because of his disorders, which he could heal if he would just get support. Its stupid how he helps everyone, no matter who and they never help back. He supported all the others with their disorders but they wouldn't help him.
He decided that he will hide it so he didn't trouble them.
Alfred went about his morning routine and then took a lot of time to prepare himself for the meeting and, so to speak, put a lid on the jar that holds his thoughts, feelings, and other things inside.
He headed to the meeting, the place being five minutes away from his house.
He is very early, two hours early. He forgot that the meeting would start late thanks to some delays in Europe.
"I guess I'll sit in the car and wait for a while" Alfred mumbled to himself.
'This will be so boring.' Alfred thought grumpily.
Then he saw it.
The same hair, arranged in the same way, as his dream.