America reaches for the curtain instinctively.

"Wool..." America hesitated murmured in his breath, thick wool, favorite material that Britain the deadman died in 1997 loved to use it as their house's window's curtain long, long time ago.

And then with a yank, America pulls the curtain, the moonlight carries his cheek with a force America never thought it would exist before: Instead of luminous of neon soaked city, the moon now becomes his only light source.

Because

In front of him now is an infinite field of wheat, and also, because of moonlight, America also able to see his body: A small hand, too small, and how he so close to the ground, which is unreal because he supposed to be 185cm tall.

"Oh crap" The kid figure frozen, invisible sweat slowly rolls down from its forehead to its chin. "What on earth is"

America asks himself his eyes widen in confusion of unsure what to do,

"Brother...?" A child sounds rang right behind causing America to flinch little too hard.

'It cannot' America thought to himself, 'It's better be not'

"Why don't you sleep? It's midnight and father gonna go check us any moment~" The sounds of the child keep rang in America's head, sync with real time - it's so creep that America couldn't help but think this probably a weird dream that the result of a long, tired day he been through.

Because, no way the kid that speaking to him right now is Canada.

"Father? Who?--- What are you talking about...?" America slowly gets his way back to bed. "Britain died 28 years ago...in 1997---"

"Are you dreaming Bostonnais?" Canada slowly sitting up from bed. The blanket still stuck on his small frame while rubbing his eyes.

America sweating harder, this time they were visible. Canada used to called him by that name because he was in French's house before joining Britain's, but that was a very long time ago. And in 2025, Canada was fully use English as his main languages so he no longer had some French cramps.

"What did you just called me? Canada?" America confused, his small eyes stared at Canada.

With moonlight, Canada could see how strange his brother's expression was, that he couldn't help but hesitated a little while tries to make sense why the hell did his adoptive brother acting all so weird.

"Huh...sorry, didn't meant to---" Canada about to say sorry but then 13 colonies shakes his small head and lifts the blanket.

"Ah...this must be a dream, a weird one, alright, let's sleep again" America climbs back to the bed while murmured to himself. The curtain still opens, it shows America every details of the floor: wood, some scratches, and fuck - this hella dream is getting a little too real now. America thought to himself while Canada confusing walks to the window and pulls the farbic while America closed his eyes tightly.

America's eyes closed in horror, next morning, if it ever going to come, he definitely going to reschedule every meeting he going to have 'cause god - he really needs a vacation at this point.

Next morning,

America opens his eyes when the light from the candle like up his small narrowing face.

"Hey 13 colonies, get up! Before father comes to our room and check us" Canada - wears clothes of 18th century neatly, stands next to America's spot on their bed.

America looks at the frame of the boy and couldn't help but narrows his eyes in sickness. He looks like he's about to throwing up real hard. After all who won't sick when they realized they had been traveled back to the time they abhor above all else or realizing their whole futuristic life was just a dream?

"Tell me, what year is this?" America asks the kid, while his eyes remain close because he still unable to accept the bitter truth.

"A very strange question to ask in the morning, brotha, of course it's year 1769!" Canada confidentially said, not knowing he is revealing the thing that America had been worried about the most.

"1769 you say..." America finally gets up, after all, lying on bed all day not going to pull him out of this nightmare, maybe it's actually going to make things worse than it was already. But despite how much America try to courage himself - the truth that America about to vomit.

"Where is your necklace, 13 colonies?" Canada asks, hands on his hip.

"The necklace?" America's head hurts like hell, they are spinning because of overwhelming. But then, deep in his memories. He remembered,

*necklace in question:

:A fancy as hell necklace that America could never forget despite it was 200 years ago for him. Britain has a very weird hobby is that he loves to make necklaces for his every 'first' colonies:

for example:

Canada _ First permanent colony.
Ireland _ First colony.
Barbados _ First successful Caribbean colony.
India _ 'First' in value.
13 colonies himself _ Britain's first oversea colony .
And god, his one was a massive red diamond, after mess the whole bed up just to find it and despite how loud Canada is screaming next to his ear because the kid just literally neat it up by himself second ago. When the red huge diamond finally in his hand, America finally accepted the situation he got because...

As clearly as he remember: This masterpiece was crushed under his feet centuries ago, exactly in the day Britain had to sign the document to confirm that 13 colonies finally free from Britain's government and turn into the United States of America. And that seems to destined in the next 7 years.

"Ah..." America couldn't help himself but glances over Canada's neck - the blue big necklace shiny even with just small light from the candle it still beautiful. America narrows his eyes, but now in this state he basically powerless to do anything - because he literally just a 10 years old kid at the moment.

So, he wears it on his neck after changed clothes and with Canada gets to the kitchen room; where Britain sits on the chair like an ordinary father reads newspaper and sips some black coffee instead of tea like many people still mistaken.

The house was old, well, it was a fine enough place for two young colonies to live in and not for Britain - the tyrant of European (what America prefer to call him) - so it's easy to understand why it's not as amazed as the palace back in mainland.

"Ah, here you go, my little golden boy" Britain with white shirt pulled up sleeves, black long pants stroking his 'adopted' son's hair with forces caused the kid to giggles. "Precious as usual" Britain held the blue diamond on Canada's neck in his hand and admired it like normal.

America stares at the man constantly, after all - this man was dead as hell in his era. All suffer, weaken and broken. But now seeing the same man in his era, America couldn't help but feel like wanna throw up again because the most vivid memories he had with this man was how he challenged him when he was 17 and how this man spared his life under the gun and glances down at him like a failure under the sky's throw up.

"And, 13 colonies" Britain coldly looks at his biological son and speaks with a tone that kids would normally all curls up and scared out of their shit. But, America wasn't one of them, he was never.

"Yes, father" 13 colonies cockily glances up, because of the difference in height so Britain had to tilts his head down while America got a chance to glare at his old man by head up like a brat - which Britain really pissed off everytime 13 colonies does that.

Canada - who is hungry for breakfast as hell, decided to get a chair next to his 'foster' father's one and calls his adoptive brother to come and sat.

And fortunately for America, that small call was prevent a 'war'. Again.

After the morning with British breakfast, somehow America was able to consume the whole plate, he hates to admit the truth that he missed the taste of McDonald burger and some classic coke - but of course those won't exist in this time.

"Let's go! 13 colonies" Canada pulls America, while America confused what would they do for the day 'cause well? Who would blame him for not remember what he normally did 200 years ago? Who could possibly remember after all those wars---

"Wars..." America mutters to himself, if he's here. Then, did all of that were just his dream? Nazi, Ussr, Britain's death, revolution, Russia, China, Prussia's death, French Empire's collapsed...were just his REM's projection?

America chills, he did not know how to process all of this, hell like anyone could if they are in his position now.

"Hey---?" America got pulled back to reality when Canada throws at him an adult size sickle - thing remind America about Ussr the most.

"Let's go! We gotta harvest the rest of 'em rice this morning! A lot of thing to do" Canada held another same size sickle - he looks pretty confident with it in his hand while America still tries to get used with the feeling of holding a sickle in his now small hand again.

And as they steps out of the warehouse.

America expected at least the sun would start to rise, but no, it's pitch dark, like a 3am or something. On the way to the warehouse because of drowning in his vivid memories about the 'dream' America did not realized that the whole way was so dark. But now, he finally see it.

The whole rice field lines up to infinite, despite how dark it was - there are still people that on the field before the two kids and started working already.

"Hey! Canada!" A voice rang through the field lights up with the star's light, sounds happy as ever.

"Brotha Hale!" Canada ran down the field, he seems to know a secret path that lead directly to the boy further there while America had to narrows his eyes to see the figure.

"13 colonies? How much lucky did I wasted to just see you around here?" A taller figure from behind puts his arm over America's small shoulder. He almost fell on his legs because how the big figure literally just lean on him.

"Do I know you?" America groaning, glares over the man while still holding the sickle like it was a thing he can use to protect himself from danger.

But then, when 13 colonies met the man's gaze - he shocked, or maybe, overwhelmed with emotions. The man was Davie. His friend—

"Huh? 13 Colonies, why did you suddenly get so emotional!" Davie couldn't help but surprised when 13 Colonies hugs him like they been apart for too long.

"Davie..." 13 Colonies couldn't help but cries, he presses his face tightly against Davie's body. "You still here...you still here..."

"Hey...what's wrong?" Davie couldn't help but worried. "Did you have a nightmare??"

"Yea...a big one...where you wasn't around anymore, Davie" 13 Colonies said, his voice filled with deeply relief when he lifts his head up to see Davie's face more clear. As the sun rises.