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Fic Dreams aren't real chapter 2
Title: Dreams aren't real
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Italy,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/8591399.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/8706167.html#cutid1
Ludwig stumbled out of his last classroom for the day.
He groaned and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand.
He had been going from class to class, and test to test, robotically. He didn’t even realize that it was the end of the day until he sat down in his history class. Thankfully there wasn’t a test in that class today.
Groaning he walked towards the cafeteria, some food and a caffeinated drink might help him.
Placing his bag next to him he sat down at a table and absentmindly started to eat.
Maybe he should see a physiatrist. The school had one of its own for the students. Countless students had mental breakdowns at the school from the stress and sometimes needed to see someone.
He leaned back in his seat poking the food. He glanced around the cafeteria. There weren’t that many students there, either part-time jobs, studying, in the library, or class. But the ones that were there were all happy and cheerful. The exact opposite of the way he was feeling.
Making up his mind he stood up, took his book bag, dumped whatever he hadn’t eaten in the trash, and started towards the physiatrist office.
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He leaned against the wall waiting. There was someone already in the office.
The door opened and out came Mark Travis, one of the more popular students at the school. He froze when he saw Ludwig there.
“Uh…hey.” he said.
Ludwig nodded to him.
Mark shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. “Um…I‘m just here to pick something up for a friend.”
“Same.” Ludwig said.
It was obvious that Mark was lying the way he kept fidgeting. It was an embarrassment to be seen asking for this kind of help.
“See…see you in class then.” he said, before nearly running out the door.
The physiatrist then came to the door. He smiled at Ludwig. “Come in.”
After hesitating for a moment Ludwig entered the office. There was a desk for the physiatrist and a chair, there was a couch or a chair for him, bookcases surrounded the walls.
“You can take a seat wherever you want.” he said, taking his own seat behind the desk.
Ludwig sat on the chair with his bag on the floor. He crossed his legs.
“Is there anything in particular you want to talk about?” he asked.
Uncertain Ludwig said quietly “Well for the past few months now I‘ve been having these weird dreams.”
The physiatrist raised an eyebrow. “Explain weird.”
“Well for one I can never remember anything when I wake up. Except. There’s a boy in the dream. I always remember his face and voice but never his name.” Ludwig said.
“So that boy is important to you?”
Ludwig shrugged.
“What else then?”
“Something else…in the dreams sometimes and…when I‘m awake. I see…myself in a reflection…but as a Nazi. The swastika armband. I can always see it.” Ludwig choked out.
“Where you ever called a Nazi when you were younger?”
Ludwig nodded. “A little during high school and most of middle school. It seemed that the others thought that German will automatically equal Nazi.”
“Maybe those memories are the cause of those dreams. You are afraid of others believing that you are a Nazi.”
“It hasn’t happened in years.” Ludwig mumbled.
“Regardless. The human mind never forgets anything. If something is too unpleasant or too shameful for us to entertain we reject it. We erase it from our minds. But the imprint is always there. Maybe those dreams are something in your past trying to get you to remember.”
Ludwig slumped in his seat. “Then why when I wake up I can’t remember them?”
The physiatrist shrugged. “Maybe a part of your mind wants you to remember but the other part isn’t letting you.”
“That boy you mentioned besides his voice and face what else can you remember?”
Ludwig closed his eyes. “He keeps calling me something…something I can’t remember. But I don’t think it’s my name. That’s all.”
The physiatrist thought for a moment. “There is always hypnosis. I can put you to sleep and we‘ll find out whatever those dreams are.”
“Hypnosis?” Ludwig asked skeptically.
The physiatrist nodded. “Care to try it?”
Ludwig crossed his arms before sighing. What did he have to lose?
“Lie down on the couch then.”
Ludwig lay on the couch and tried to relax. Would this really work?
“Just close your eyes and relax. Just relax.”
Ludwig focused on the physiatrist’s voice. Relax. Relax. Re…lax.
“Can you hear me?”
“Yes.” Ludwig mumbled.
“Good just keep listening to me alright? I want you to…”
“It you and your kind, those forsaken personifications, that was the cause of all this!”
“I am going to count…”
“You should have done something! Do you realize what that beast did?!”
“One. Two. Three.”
“Don’t worry about your friend. You should worry about what we are going to do you.”
“Six. Seven.”
“I am your boss. You will listen to me.”
“Nine.”
“You‘ll never see them again.”
“Ten. Are you okay?”
No. No. Nonononononononononononono. Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
“Feliciano.” Ludwig murmured.
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“Ludwig. Ludwig! Come on brother wake up!”
Ludwig opened his eyes slowly. They felt like lead.
Gilbert was staring at him fearfully the physiatrist behind him watching anxiously.
“Ludwig!” Gilbert cried before hugging him. “Dude you wouldn’t wake up! I was close to running to the school doctor.”
“Wha…where did you come from?” Ludwig asked shaking his head to clear the fog.
“I called him.” the physiatrist said. “You wouldn’t wake up so I thought that your brother would help. Do you remember anything?”
Ludwig buried his head in his hands; he noticed that his hands were shaking. The fog had finally lifted and he was able to think clearly. “No. nothing.”
The physiatrist nodded. “If you want to come again, my door is always open.”
Ludwig nodded as he took his book bag. He stood on shaking legs; Gilbert placed his arm around Ludwigs waist to help steady him.
They were almost out the door when the physiatrist said “You said, more like mumbled, something before you passed out.”
Ludwig turned his head back to him. “What did I say?”
“A name. Feliciano, I think.”
“…The human mind never forgets anything. If something is too unpleasant or too shameful for us to entertain we reject it. We erase it from our minds. But the imprint is always there.”
Whomever can tell me from where I took those words without using the internet you are awesome and I will give you a plate of internet cookies.
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Italy,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/8591399.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/8706167.html#cutid1
Ludwig stumbled out of his last classroom for the day.
He groaned and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand.
He had been going from class to class, and test to test, robotically. He didn’t even realize that it was the end of the day until he sat down in his history class. Thankfully there wasn’t a test in that class today.
Groaning he walked towards the cafeteria, some food and a caffeinated drink might help him.
Placing his bag next to him he sat down at a table and absentmindly started to eat.
Maybe he should see a physiatrist. The school had one of its own for the students. Countless students had mental breakdowns at the school from the stress and sometimes needed to see someone.
He leaned back in his seat poking the food. He glanced around the cafeteria. There weren’t that many students there, either part-time jobs, studying, in the library, or class. But the ones that were there were all happy and cheerful. The exact opposite of the way he was feeling.
Making up his mind he stood up, took his book bag, dumped whatever he hadn’t eaten in the trash, and started towards the physiatrist office.
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He leaned against the wall waiting. There was someone already in the office.
The door opened and out came Mark Travis, one of the more popular students at the school. He froze when he saw Ludwig there.
“Uh…hey.” he said.
Ludwig nodded to him.
Mark shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. “Um…I‘m just here to pick something up for a friend.”
“Same.” Ludwig said.
It was obvious that Mark was lying the way he kept fidgeting. It was an embarrassment to be seen asking for this kind of help.
“See…see you in class then.” he said, before nearly running out the door.
The physiatrist then came to the door. He smiled at Ludwig. “Come in.”
After hesitating for a moment Ludwig entered the office. There was a desk for the physiatrist and a chair, there was a couch or a chair for him, bookcases surrounded the walls.
“You can take a seat wherever you want.” he said, taking his own seat behind the desk.
Ludwig sat on the chair with his bag on the floor. He crossed his legs.
“Is there anything in particular you want to talk about?” he asked.
Uncertain Ludwig said quietly “Well for the past few months now I‘ve been having these weird dreams.”
The physiatrist raised an eyebrow. “Explain weird.”
“Well for one I can never remember anything when I wake up. Except. There’s a boy in the dream. I always remember his face and voice but never his name.” Ludwig said.
“So that boy is important to you?”
Ludwig shrugged.
“What else then?”
“Something else…in the dreams sometimes and…when I‘m awake. I see…myself in a reflection…but as a Nazi. The swastika armband. I can always see it.” Ludwig choked out.
“Where you ever called a Nazi when you were younger?”
Ludwig nodded. “A little during high school and most of middle school. It seemed that the others thought that German will automatically equal Nazi.”
“Maybe those memories are the cause of those dreams. You are afraid of others believing that you are a Nazi.”
“It hasn’t happened in years.” Ludwig mumbled.
“Regardless. The human mind never forgets anything. If something is too unpleasant or too shameful for us to entertain we reject it. We erase it from our minds. But the imprint is always there. Maybe those dreams are something in your past trying to get you to remember.”
Ludwig slumped in his seat. “Then why when I wake up I can’t remember them?”
The physiatrist shrugged. “Maybe a part of your mind wants you to remember but the other part isn’t letting you.”
“That boy you mentioned besides his voice and face what else can you remember?”
Ludwig closed his eyes. “He keeps calling me something…something I can’t remember. But I don’t think it’s my name. That’s all.”
The physiatrist thought for a moment. “There is always hypnosis. I can put you to sleep and we‘ll find out whatever those dreams are.”
“Hypnosis?” Ludwig asked skeptically.
The physiatrist nodded. “Care to try it?”
Ludwig crossed his arms before sighing. What did he have to lose?
“Lie down on the couch then.”
Ludwig lay on the couch and tried to relax. Would this really work?
“Just close your eyes and relax. Just relax.”
Ludwig focused on the physiatrist’s voice. Relax. Relax. Re…lax.
“Can you hear me?”
“Yes.” Ludwig mumbled.
“Good just keep listening to me alright? I want you to…”
“It you and your kind, those forsaken personifications, that was the cause of all this!”
“I am going to count…”
“You should have done something! Do you realize what that beast did?!”
“One. Two. Three.”
“Don’t worry about your friend. You should worry about what we are going to do you.”
“Six. Seven.”
“I am your boss. You will listen to me.”
“Nine.”
“You‘ll never see them again.”
“Ten. Are you okay?”
No. No. Nonononononononononononono. Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
“Feliciano.” Ludwig murmured.
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“Ludwig. Ludwig! Come on brother wake up!”
Ludwig opened his eyes slowly. They felt like lead.
Gilbert was staring at him fearfully the physiatrist behind him watching anxiously.
“Ludwig!” Gilbert cried before hugging him. “Dude you wouldn’t wake up! I was close to running to the school doctor.”
“Wha…where did you come from?” Ludwig asked shaking his head to clear the fog.
“I called him.” the physiatrist said. “You wouldn’t wake up so I thought that your brother would help. Do you remember anything?”
Ludwig buried his head in his hands; he noticed that his hands were shaking. The fog had finally lifted and he was able to think clearly. “No. nothing.”
The physiatrist nodded. “If you want to come again, my door is always open.”
Ludwig nodded as he took his book bag. He stood on shaking legs; Gilbert placed his arm around Ludwigs waist to help steady him.
They were almost out the door when the physiatrist said “You said, more like mumbled, something before you passed out.”
Ludwig turned his head back to him. “What did I say?”
“A name. Feliciano, I think.”
“…The human mind never forgets anything. If something is too unpleasant or too shameful for us to entertain we reject it. We erase it from our minds. But the imprint is always there.”
Whomever can tell me from where I took those words without using the internet you are awesome and I will give you a plate of internet cookies.