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I keep seeing the same dream.

My body crashed from a long fall, into a place without anyone or anything; just a pitch-black darkness. Oddly enough, I can still see my own body—which is scientifically impossible.

Although there’s nothing there, I start to walk my way forward. Where I want to go exactly, I’m not quite sure, but it’s better rather than just pointlessly standing there.

Then suddenly, I’ve fallen into a deep dark hole. Well, since it’s too dark, of course I wouldn’t notice if that was on my path. I didn’t scream though. I just closed my eyes, waiting for the fall to end, to wherever this takes me to.

Then I woke up. Even worse, with my asthma.

I hate when I see this dream.

Only for the fact it always gives me asthma attack.

According to Freud’s theory, dreams are due to the arousal of particular brain patterns. The sensory parts of our brain play and replay fragmentary memories of our daily experiences. Our higher-level brain centers weave those pits and pieces together in a story-like fashion.

However, there still remain many unanswered questions. Why do we occasionally have a dream that later seems to come true? Don't these experiences suggest that dreams can predict the future? And what about dreams that, upon reflection in the daytime, seems to reveal important truths about ourselves or other people? Oh, whatever. It’s not like I want to get a degree in Oneirology.

I could be careless about the meaning of that dream. I just want to stop getting that damned asthma attack whenever I dreamed that.

And for some reason, I felt really uneasy...

Knock, knock.

“Dobroye utro, Boris. Feel any better today? Do you want to go to school?”

Even when he’s behind the door, I can feel his concern towards me. Papochka’s kind voice eases my pain considerably.

School, eh? Due to my weak physique, I’m allowed to attend school 80 percents from total attendance record legally. Well, it’s not like I had any particular project due this week. I admit I kinda miss talking with David-starshiy or messing with Roger-kuzen. A breather once in a while would be nice.

“Yes, Papochka! Boris will be going to school today!” I replied jolly.

“I’m glad! Get dressed then eat your breakfast. And Boris, please try to get along with others today.”

I can hear him walks away from my door.

Get along? In what term? That’s just silly; of course I get along with people. I have all the acquaintances I need, thank you very much. Geez, Papochka. You don’t have to worry so much.

I opened the built-in drawer below my bed, taking out a neatly folded uniform from the piles of overlarge long-sleeved t-shirts. Stupid school uniform regulations, why do they have to care about what we’re going to wear anyway? This damned piece of clothing is too stiff and impractical for my own comfort. If only the Iron Man wouldn’t punish me if I break the rules, I’ll surely come to school with my usual clothes with no fucks given.

After I finished wearing the slightly overlarge pants, shirt, and tie; done in a way that will make me more comfortable, but sloppy—I could be careless about that. I put the (obviously way too overlarge) dark blue school’s sweater. Now this one is a piece of clothing I do like from the uniform. They’re warm and toasty, and I can modify it with pockets just like my usual white t-shirts.

I stuffed the secret pockets with all the things I need; inhaler, medicines, pain killers, “special” syringes—just in case, and a couple of stun gun. Then I picked my tattered black school backpack, filling it with random school notebooks—I don’t remember what today schedule is, nor that I need to— and my tablet computer.

It was kinda chilly today, so I put on my brown knitted scarf; a gift from Papochka when I was little.

When I went down the stairs to the dining room, Papochka is nowhere to be seen.  There’s a small note on the table, along with a plate of chocolate puff pastry piroshkies and glass of hot milk.

“I’m sorry that I went to work first, Boris. Please take care and be careful at school, da? There’s your favorite piroshky and milk for breakfast. Your cousin Gerhard will get you to school today.

Love, Papochka.”

It’s amazing that even when I’m sad that I couldn’t eat breakfast together with Papochka today, he’s still managed to make me happy. His genuine concern about my well-being never fails to make me feel better about everything. Oh Papochka, Boris will do anything for you.

The table seems larger when I’m the only one to eat there.  As I bite into one of the hot crunchy piroshky's crusts, the hot chocolate filling oozing out, filling my mouth with the sweet, sweet liquid of condensed joy. Aaah, chocolates. Is there anything you can’t do?

After the third piroshky has stuffed me up, I drink the warm milk to wash them down. Although this is only another small effect of tryptophan, phenlethylalanine, and theobromine, it was enough to make me feel pretty good this morning.

I saw Gerhard-kuzen’s grey truck from the window. Licking the sticky melted chocolates in my hand, I grabbed my backpack. There’s still one of that piroshky left in the plate—it's still warm. Thinking for a bit, I wrapped it in a napkin and take it together with me. I’m sure Gerhard-kuzen would like it.

It was a day between autumn and winter, where it’s incredibly freezing, especially in the morning. I shiver a bit when I stepped outside. Even though I already wore my thick winter coat, the chilly winds still managed to seep their way on my skin. It’s just another normal morning in here.

Gerhard-kuzen is my scaredy-cat cousin from Papochka ‘s side of family. He’s always so meek and vulnerable despite his giant posture and scary expression. My cousins are the one who take care of me whenever I went outside; they’re like my nannies in this sense. I stepped into his vehicle and give him a smile.

“Dobroye utro, kuzen!”

“D-Dobroye utro, Boris.”

His reply is almost like a mutter. For people who didn’t know him better, it’s kinda hard to hear what he said. He always had such a small voice, but you’ll get used to it.

“Here, Boris has something for you! Try it, it’s tasty!” I handed him the leftover piroshky.

His face lightens up upon the small gift. He took it from my hand and smiled sheepishly.

“T-Thank you! I’m really happy!  I’ll eat in class later.”

Between Gerhard-kuzen and Roger-kuzen, I like seeing Roger-kuzen’s reaction the most. But seeing Gerhard-kuzen happy face isn’t so bad either.

Yep. I think that’s all I need today. An ordinary morning to make me forget about that strange occurring dream.
This is Boris Ivanovich Braginsky. He's my OC of Russia's son.

I tried to write something from first person POV. I hope I'm doing it right ^^;
I don't know if I want to continue this or not. Tell me what you think.
Sorry for any grammar mistake. You know I'm not good at this stuff.

Boris and NEXT AU (c) Meeeeee
Hetalia (c) Himaruya Hidekazu
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Blue-Demon-Hybrid Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2013
Boris is precious, but who's the Iron Man?
Keitaroutakeshi Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2015
Boris refers Derick as Iron Man.
Blue-Demon-Hybrid Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2015
Oh okay. Thanks. ^^^
sleepyweez Featured By Owner May 28, 2013  Student General Artist
It's very beautiful..
Avenlie Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It's really beautiful~ :heart:
Boris speaking in the third person makes me hearty smile :D
I think you should continue it, because your fanfics are amazing!
Don't worry about grammar. I'm not good at this too ^^
Yandere-Vippaloid-09 Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is getting interesting ~^_^~
alex-kirkland Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2013
((this was very interesting whether you continue it or not I will be happy to read it.XD
And don’t worry about the spelling and grammar. I’m older then you and I’m worse at it.))

(( by the way how is your eyes doing. have you fully healed there not still bothering you are they.))
SereneDash Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Aw this was cute :) I liked it. I love how Boris talks in third person XD
BlueStorm-Studio Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Thanks! :la:
Yeah, I kinda love characters that speaks in third person. It's cute XD
SereneDash Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
it is haha
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