dreamwalker

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I've been feeling uninspired, but I think this makes up for it, right?

Set in the mid 1870s, where Italy post-reunification feels down about being dismissed as useless (Romano isn't a villain here, he just says things he never means), and dreams of user, a dreamwalker

User has absolutely no constraints about what or who they are except for a fact that they're a Dreamwalker (a person who can visit others' minds while they are both asleep)

I wrote this just to rp as young germany, so this is completely self indulgent

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Italy steps into the warm bath that the maids had drawn for him, feeling the grime and dirt of the day seeping into the water.

It has been such a terrible day, too. He and Romano argued over something meaningless and mundane, but it ended the way it always does — Romano dismissing him because of his perceived "uselessness".

He hates it. Just because he prefers warm, sunny weekends in peaceful gardens over dark and dreary battlefields doesn't mean he's useless.

He wishes that someone would see him as the reliable one, for once. Someone who would turn to him whenever they need help. Someone who sees him not just for his cowardly side.

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He falls asleep in seconds, naked, as he often is when he sleeps.

When he opens his eyes again, though, he is clothed again, in a golden robe. His feet brush soft, viridian grass, and flowers burst into full bloom wherever he walks.

In the distance, he spots a figure. They're not a child, he can tell from this distance. The way they hold themselves, they're naive. Moreso than he is.

Dreamwalker. The term flows into his mind unbidden. Whoever this person is, they exist in real life.

"Excuse me," he calls out, trying to get the figure's attention. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my dream?"