Literature
A Dream Fit for Reaping
Crying. That was the first thing he heard when he gained consciousness.
Germany opened his eyes, the first view being open the vast lake in front in front of him, surrounding the area of flowers and grass all around him. He breathed in through his nose, but coughed quietly. Something wasn’t right about this air; it seemed almost stuffy and hard to breathe even though the soft breeze would make one think otherwise. His ears perked however, hearing the quiet sniffling and whimpers that woke him up. He knew that crying.
“Hm?” He turned around, easily able to see Italy standing in the vacant field, his back facing toward him.