Dreamtalia: Welcome to the Real WorldSssssh.
Imagine if you can
A world where dreams come true
And fading butterflies
Fly on twisting breezes
That wrap around you
And caress your tired heart
Oh, you poor soul
Italy sat up in his bed with a gasp. A small whimper escaped his lips, and he slowly got out of his bed. He walked over to the mirror that hung on his wall, placing his hand on it as he tried to slow his breathing.
The circles under his eyes were getting darker… He sighed a little, gaining control of his rapid heartbeat. He had been experiencing strange dreams for a while, which made it harder and harder for him to sleep.
“Maybe I can slip into bed with Mr. Germany…” He thought out loud. “It’s always easier to sleep when I’m with him!” Italy smiled, laughing a little, trying to return to his usual cheery demeanor.
Italy tiptoed out into the hallway, trying his best not to wake anyone in the house up. It was, after all, the middle of the night. He stopped in fr