A year had passed since America had the 'dream'. He called it that after not being able to forget it. Not a single moment of the day passed, that he didn't think of the dream one way or another.
On the same day that he had the dream the year before, he had it again. Except this time, his reflection burst into tears after he left the mirror. That left America thinking. What if it wasn't a dream...but a message? Well, he for sure wasn't getting my closer to solving it.
So for a whole another year, he tried to solve it himself.
Until the same day came.
This time, he tried to talk back, and say something, anything. As soon as his reflection stood in front of him, he formed words, but nothing came out. But his reflection seemed to hear them. He had blinked, and his mouth had opened in a silent gasp. So after his reflection begged for help, he mouthed at him, 'I will'. The last thing he saw before waking up, was his reflections eyes widen, and nod.
He had a World Meeting on the day after he had the dream, and he was distracted, thinking about it. He didn't even offer one of his stupid ideas, just gave a quick report and sat down, leaving everyone confused. Most of the Nations felt something was wrong, but no one dared ask him. That is, no one but Canada.
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