I ran. And ran. And ran.

I didn't know who was chasing me, but I continued to run.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed onto the ground panting. The figure who was chasing me. The figure was black. The only colours present were piercing blue eyes and the shiny black shape of a gun. Oh shit.
I knew those eyes anywhere. "Don't.........."

BANG

I awoke and instantly sat up. Trying to shake of the nightmare, I walked down the stairs only to be confronted by something worse.

My breakfast. Made. Set out on a plate sitting on the table. The bloodied head of my dear Lukas. "Wh-what?" My eyes opened wider as I approached it. I screamed. Blood was spread around it spelling the words 'love kills'.
I screamed and ran out of the house into the street. I didn't care anymore. What was going on? I don't know anymore.

Once again, I awoke. This time as I walked down the stairs Lukas was cooking in the kitchen. Perfectly normal. He didn't seem to notice me. That was good, I must have looked like a weirdo the way I was staring. I slowly stepped into the room cautiously earning me a weird look from the Norwegian. So he had noticed me.

~~~Time skip~~~brought to you by England's eyebrows~~~

Another Nordic meeting. I kept talking about my plans to take over the world with cheap, easy to assemble furniture and Lukas shook his head in disapproval. This was the same as every meeting, but something felt off. I just couldn't tell what.