I booked a flight for Finland, my old home.
On the way there, I fell asleep.
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I saw a blur of two figures, one was very bright colors, and one of them was white with a red cross.It all vanished, and I was in a dark room.
"Hello?" I called out. Nothing.
I was sent into another vision. It was a familiar snowy path. A figure was walking through the snow. Another figure was positioned behind a fallen tree with a gun pointed at the other figure.
I couldn't see the faces of them, but I knew something was about to happen.
The figure took a couple more steps, and the sniper shot.
I was sent into another blur, then another vision.There was a bunch of figures, but one stood out.
I didn't recognize him. Maybe another old country? I watched as they moved. Some other men ran over, shouting. They started shooting the people. I caught a glimpse of the boys face.
Everything went black again.
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I jolted awake.
It was time to get off the plane.
I quickly got off the plane and started walking towards the old house.
As I was walking, I heard footsteps following me, then panting. I turned around to see a figure from my dreams.
"Who are you?!" I ask, pulling out my gun. "Woah woah, don't shoot, let me catch my breath" The figure said.
A couple minutes passed, and he stood up. He was very transparent, but not fully.
"Hi, I don't think we've met before. I'm the Portuguese Empire." He held out a hand. I lowered my gun and shook his hand. He let go and looked at me. I looked back.
"How can I see you? Aren't you like...dead?" I say. "I guess you forgot, you can see dead countries like me" He explained. "Oh" I replied.
"Now about why I wanted to see you."
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Reader x Countryhumans (Part 2)
Historical FictionThis is part 2 of Reader x Countryhumans (AU) no art in this is mine unless I said it was. very odd title also-- o k ~~~~~~~ Read first part if you're confused