Chapter Text
First, darkness. Then a soft breeze hits Germany's face. He opens his eyes carefully. In front of him spans an endless field of wheat, the thin golden strands of stems blowing in the wind.
He smiles widely, giggling gently as the wind tickles his face. Germany decides to wander about this field. He had little chances of frolicking in his daily life, why shouldn't he take a chance now? His pace began at a gallop, then a sprint through the long wheat.
"Yay!! YIPPEE!!" Germany cried, his legs taking him through the landscape with surprising speed. That's when he bumped into a black wall that seemingly came out of nowhere.
"Ow-" Germany stumbled to the ground, his body flattening part of the ground.
A familiar pair of gleaming eyes stared down at the poor German.
"How embarrassing." The black wall cackles darkly.
"Fuck, what are you..??" Germany shook his head, coming to his senses.
"Is that any way to address your Opa?"
"Grandfather??" Germany's face freezes.
It's true. Looking further up, Germany begins to recognize the body as well. The gangly limbs and rectangle head attached to the broad torso, his atrocious taste of clothing (more like old war-time uniform rags), and his monstrous tone of voice, the friendly lilt of Reichtangle's voice so forced, it almost sounded painful.
"What do you want, Grandfather?" Germany gulps, his body trembling.
This must be a dream..he's been dead for so long. Any time Germany dreamed about him, he always wanted something.
"Why must you always insist on me having some ulterior motives whenever I visit you my dear boy? What if I just want to see how you are doing?" Reichtangle tries to make an expression that resembles a pout.
"Yeah, what if? T-The thing is you don't." Germany furrows his brows.
"Ah...You've caught me! Are you proud of yourself my boy?" Reichtangle giggles softly, his eyes crinkled up. "You should be very proud. You should wake up soon."
"Don't tell me what to do, old man!" Germany growls, getting up quickly to meet his grandfather's height and....Oh right. The guy is huge.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, boy. I have given you something so wonderful, and now you think you can boss me around?" Reichtangle lowers his head down to Germany's height.
"You're forgetting which one of us is in control, little boy."
"Control..?? You have no control over me!" Germany looks on, determined to get his point across.
"Oh really?" Reichtangle snarls mockingly. "Wake up and find out the truth, HAHA!"
"Shut up old man!" Germany huffs, running through the field away from his really odd grandpa.
"Come back here little boy!" Reichtangle began to gallop towards his fleeing grandson. Why was he running away?? Did he not already know this was a dream, The monstrous creature thought as he chased on. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Reichtangle huffs.
Germany ran as fast as he could, which wasn't much. "Away from you!"
"You'd have to wake up for that, dumbass!" Reichtangle huffs, getting tired of this meaningless chase.
Germany stops running, tripping over a tangled wheat bunch.
All black once again.
"THERE!! HAPPY NOW?!" Germany exclaims, throwing his arms into the air.
"AHHGG!" Poland sits up, holding the sides of his head, his nonexistent ears ringing.
"Oh, you were sleeping too, polen?" Germany smiles from under the blanket over his own head.
"yeah, I had no choice. Either that or stay awake in your lap." Poland rubs his eyes.
"Ah..I see." Germany huffs, holding Poland, rubbing at his head in a soothing motion.
"You know, you have to take care of yourself, polen." Germany spits on his hand, polishing Poland's face. "I'm fine." Poland tries to reason with Germany, who was currently too busy spit-shining the pole to hear him out.
"Nein! You must moisturize!" Germany huffs, wiping Poland's face dry with the blanket. "Your spit burns, asshole!" Germany coos gently, singing gently to him. "I know..."
Poland grumbles, pushing himself off of Germany. He stands up brushing himself off. "You'll be fine if you're not holding me for a few damn minutes!"
"No..no I won't be!" Germany's breath picks up. He can't seem to stand the idea of being seperated from Poland. "Okay, calm down!" Poland pushes himself back into Germany's shaking arms.