Turned Tables

Don't Wake Me Up

A brilliant example of such was an ancient European island country.

Great Britain always seemed to find a way to separate and distance itself from others, and so for the thousandth time, the world gradually destroyed itself while England lost his mind, desperately looking for some form of control as he felt it slip through his fingers once more.

He lay horizontally upon a throne with his legs dangling off an edge, and his head off the other. His current residence? The throne room in Buckingham Palace. Across the room stood an impatient Switzerland, for France had practically forced him to go and make certain of the fact that England was not rotting on cloud nine again.

"You wouldn't understand." That was the most the trigger-happy personification could get from the elder. Dimly and bitterly, Switzerland had actually acknowledged that silently; He would never know what it was like to live in a world under his command, unlike a certain few others.

Just as the Swiss nation had had enough and turned on his heel, he heard England call out a question; "What do you truly think of me, Switzerland?" The younger of the two paused, memories of the once largest empire in the world running through his mind. "I think you're crazy and need to get help." With that, he left, England laughing sadly behind him.

"Don't we all?" The Englishman asked himself quietly, shutting his emerald eyes as he delved into his long-shattered mind. He did not want to wake up from this high, from this dream of being untouchable and ruling the world. Yet if anyone walked in his shoes for even a day, they would understand, and want any sort of potion for the pain as well.

He could not be bothered with the world, not at least until the cold, harsh waters of reality smacked him in the face.

His wake-up call came in the form of a close bullet. It was too close, just brushing by his blonde locks. The nightmare that was life pulled him out of his blissful dream and set him back on his feet, yet he was not pleased in the least.

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, a human had come to one conclusion; If they could not harm the nations directly, they could do so through their land. 

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Sorry if this chapter's so short, but it felt as though it was well rounded like this. I don't know if you can tell, but this chapter is actually a songfic, with Don't Wake Me Up by Nico Collins...

I wanted to try out something new, like, to actually write the lyrics into the chapter itself, not just do weird line breaks.

I've also finally come up with the perfect ending! Yes, just now. That's normal for me, it takes a while.

So far, this thing's going to have 19 chapters and an epilogue, so 20 all together. I've got one more after this one typed out, Aussie's, then the next  four completely written out by hand and one in progress.

I'm excited about writing out my own ending, which is why I danced around the living room once I came up with it at 11 pm.

Don't question me.

ANYWAY... Yeah, guess what? I still adore comments, reads and votes.

Ciao till the day after tomorrow~!