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"Dearly beloveds,
If this love only exists in my dreams
Don’t wake me up "

She looked to her fingertips, arms stretching towards the light. It was always like smoke surrounding them, blurring the shape, making it similar to stew, leaving only the sensation of what it should be behind.  In this world of dreams, [f/n] always felt like there wasn’t a way to leave an impression in. [f/n] knew she’d somehow fade in the air if she tried. That was always the way the girl knew it was a dream.

It was too much alike real life.

Dreams are frightening little things, aren’t they?

The clarity almost blinded her when she tried to see past her hands.

"Too much light in this window"

There were two couches, a coffee table, and a tea set over it all put in a spacious room, somehow cramped with too much furniture, all in different styles, as if the owner couldn’t make his mind about what he wanted. A jar of jam was open, and the smell of fresh strawberries and earl grey filled her nostrils, in a familiar, yet new way. The girl then heard a slight noise, of skin against clothes. She turned around, her heart beating in an erratic pace. Deep green eyes greeted her, framed by somehow large eyebrows. [f/n] smiled.

"Don’t wake me up"

-Hello there. – He said, returning her smile.

-Interesting place this one. – She commented, checking the paintings and little decorative items – most involving crochet, knickknacks and small paintings, of very doubtful taste – spread here and there. It looked like the house of an old lady. She observed the piano and the cat sleeping over it, basking in the sun. A rich one, the girl decided.

-I think so. – He agreed, looking around the room. –But I liked the garden we saw last time more.

He sat down, serving tea for both of them. She watched him; his hair reflected the morning sun, his eyelashes making the green of his irises darker.

His name was Arthur and she saw about him every night, always in her dreams. But some nights… Some nights is almost seemed real. It seemed she dreamed with him, and not
just about him.

[f/n] was very good at lying to herself.

She found the ceiling staring at her. Turning around, she sunk her head in the pillow, determined to not let real life start just yet.

She wanted to remember his eyes for a bit more.

"Only coffee, no sugar
Inside my cup"

Arthur felt the faint smell of coffee as he blinked. So different of her scent. He sighted. Somehow, he was absorbed by the dreams he had for the last few months. They were different of all the ones he ever had, and he was intrigued with-.  Oh, who was he kidding? He was absorbed with her.


In a strange coincidence, she would be there, every time he went to bed. And without even realizing exactly how, he found himself more and more involved with the sound of her voice, the color or her hair, and the gentle smile she had. All the fractions of small things that would add up to her and her alone. He was falling for a dream. A shred of his subconscious, a fragment of his own mind. Or at least that was what he tried to tell himself every time he opened his eyes. The English frowned.

The thought of being no more than his hyper reactive imagination working overdue always made him uncomfortable.

Getting rid of the blankets that suddenly became too warm, he got up, letting his gaze
wander around the empty house.

Again, alone.

They all left him. Even her.

After all, she would fade in the morning.

"If I wake and you’re here still
Give me a kiss"

He yelled once more at the French frog. The others countries didn’t even seem to care anymore, it was routine. A boring one, in the end. Even for him, not serving even to relieve his anger. Nor to ease the hollow he constantly had for company now.
Her face danced before his eyes, giving him an adorable playful look.

"I wasn’t finish dreaming
About your lips"

So Arthur shouted once more.

"Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up"

She looked away from the book she held (a mixture of Goethe and Clamp’s drawings of what she could swore it was a version of Shakespeare’s Macbeth), searching the source of the soft laughter.

-Hey. – The girl said, closing the volume.

-Hello, love. – He picked a leaf that fell over her hair, tangling his fingers among her [h/c] locks. Playing with a [h/c] strand, he sat on the grass, beside her.

There wasn’t much need to explain herself. He always seemed to understand her moods and humors, and she knew he felt the same. It wasn’t very long before they started a conversation about tea and fairies, and the way she felt while laughing she knew:

I don’t want to wake up.

"Don’t wake me"

Her image almost burned through his retinas, making it all he could see when he blankly stared the dull wall. England always felt much more solid in there, as if the real world was the fantasy one. In fact, he didn’t cared it was or not.

She’d be there and that meant he wasn’t alone there.

Or empty.

"Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up"

The beeping sound of her cellphone brought her back. Working on a bookstore gave her plenty of time to daydream freely.

And think of Arthur.

But wasn’t that the same?

"Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me"

He let his legs wander through the city, while his mind couldn’t quite spare any attention to the surroundings. With the heavy rain hitting the ground just as merciless as suddenly and the chilly wind threatening to blew him away, he entered a store, trying to not get any wetter.

"So much life in the city, you won't believe"

The bell from the front door announced someone came, and she started to make her way to attend the client.

-[f/n]! Could you come here for a second? – She heard her boss call.

Oh, well, Anna could do that.

-‘Coming! – She said, only catching a glimpse of the blond who was currently trying to take his soaked coat, so she couldn’t see his face, before making her way to the back of the bookstore.

"Been awake for some days now"

After that afternoon, Arthur found himself drowning in work, and the dark circles around his eyes, if he ever stopped to look on a mirror, would be a good measure of the time he spent away from his dreams.

And from [f/n].

"No time to sleep"

The room looked just like her home, the sunlight hitting the exact same spot her dog once dragged her backpack, making all her school books a mess of torn paper and droll.
The sofa that her sister used to climb when young, making her mother almost pull her hair out in scare.

A carpet with a funny smell of the plethora of things they spilt there, while watching movies together. She put a hand over her mouth, smiling while holding a little sob. She missed them so much, after leaving them to live in another town.

-Why are you crying, love? – Her smile grew, and some tears run down her cheeks.

-You came back! – She gave him a tight embrace, her arms stealing the air in his lungs.

-Not for long, if you keep this up. – Arthur smiled back. She loosened her grip a bit.

-I missed you. – she mumbled against his chest.

He kissed her forehead.

-I did too. – he answered with his lips still against her skin.

"If your heart is a pillow, this love's the bed"

She looked up, her [e/c] eyes scanning his face.

-You look tired. – she reached a hand up, caressing his cheeks.

He leaned on her hand.

-It was tiring not to see you.

She smiled.

-Me too.

"Tell me what is the music, inside my head"

Several weeks came and gone, however he felt there was somewhat out of place. There was something he couldn’t quite put his fingers over it. But there was something in the back of his mind bothering him since that rainy day.

What could it be?

"Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me"

Finally, it hit him.

”[f/n]! Could you come here for a second?”



He felt his heart beating in an erratic pace and his breath become shallow.

What if?

"Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me"

Arthur began to run, cursing himself every corner he turned wrong.

Where was the damn bookstore?

He recognized a building.


But, when he finally found the right window shop, all the lights were out, indicating it was closed.

Too late

Feeling disappointment eat him inside out, he bumped his head against the glass, its coolness draining the warm, almost feverish temperature his forehead was, because of all of his stupid search. He felt a hand in his shoulder, so he lifted his head.

"I don't wanna fall, fall, fall, fall asleep no,
I don't wanna fall unless I'm falling for you"

-Mister, are you alright? – [f/n] called him, feeling she should do something for the poor guy. She wasn’t in a hurry, and he seemed so lonely. So why not give a shot?
The world stopped when he looked up.

His eyes.

Arthur’s eyes.

"I don't wanna fall, fall, fall, fall asleep no,
I don't wanna fall unless I'm falling for you"

-Arthur? – Her voice was no more than a whisper, yet he couldn’t gather up enough air even for that. It took a while to him remember he had a head over his shoulders, so he nodded.

-I-it’s really you? – Her beautiful [e/c] started to tear up. And, in a second, he was holding her.

She was there.

And he was awake.

"Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up"

(Time skip)

He kissed her forehead, bringing her closer to him.

-Sweet dreams, love. – he whispered, feeling himself be won down by the tiredness.

-They will, - she mumbled, fingers grasping his shirt loosely. –because you’ll be there. – she completed, yawning.

He was still smiling in the morning.

"Don't wake me"
This one is a bit old, since I think I first picture it early this year. The end was especially tricky, as I couldn’t exactly give an end to it when writing… I don’t know why, though, the others parts, the beginning in particular, came out almost as it is here (I have the horrible habit of not knowing what I should put in the story, or just make a skeleton and start to work from there. Very few ideas come as I present them here.) I hope you like it, guys. =D

Please, comment. My day becomes a little brighter every time one of you says something about my stories.

I don’t own Hetalia.

I don’t own you, but this guy :iconenglandplz: does. :XD:

Picture found on Google.
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Kibbles518 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Student Filmographer
Awwww!! This is soo cute!! I really like how you incorporated the song "Don't wake me up" into it!! Great job!! :iconlawooplz:
aranel753 Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you! :squee:
Kibbles518 Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Student Filmographer
no probs ^^
hetaliaireland15 Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
and that foks is why countries specialy england are so hard to come by

because there not real but they will all ways love you no matter wat
aranel753 Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
lychee115 Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014
I <3 England!!
Thank you :)
aranel753 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks! =D
lychee115 Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2014
No problem^^
kawaii-otaku-girl Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014
Oh my gawd! Don't wake me up by Chris Brown! Love dis songfic!
aranel753 Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. ^^
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