Third Person POV:

(M/N) always knew, her child wasn't the most energetic one. Yet, usually she didn't need to go up the stairs and wake them up, their alarm clock always did the job. As she prepared her own breakfast, (M/N) looked up at the time and frowned. You still haven't gone downstairs.

Maybe any other time she'd wait a while later before checking on you but what happened yesterday was still stuck in her mind. You've had some nightmares before, obviously, who hasn't? But never have you been so affected by one. When you had screamed, her blood ran cold. You had sounded so scared- no, terrified, to a point she thought someone was in your room.

(M/N) Put down her cup, a white mug with half-worn off little drawings, a Mother's day gift from years ago, and headed towards the stairs.

-"(Y/N), Are you awake yet?" She asked while going up. You didn't reply. She sighed, trying to keep her mood up and thought that you had just forgotten to turn on your alarm after yesterday. She opened gently the door, relaxing slightly at seeing you sleeping soundly.

-"(Y/N), It's time for school..." She says, as she walked over to your sleeping form. She knew that 'school' wasn't maybe the most appropriate word but she felt too old when saying 'college'.

-"Come on Sleepyhead." She shook off her thoughts by putting a hand on your shoulder, shaking it ever so slightly with a playful smile.

You didn't wake up.

She frowned, feeling a bit of unwanted worry as you kept looking as deeply asleep as earlier, not at all affected by her presence. Your breathing was light and steady, your face relaxed and your body almost limp. She held your shoulder more and shook it more properly.

-"(Y/N)." She called out sternly. You didn't move. A dreadful feeling entered her chest, and to shake it off she shook you roughly.

-"(Y/N)!" She exclaimed after a few tried, panicking. Why weren't you waking up?! What if you were...no! You were clearly breathing, you looked the same as when you took a little nap, you didn't seem unwell at all.

You just... didn't wake up. She cursed out loud, tears forming into her eyes after a few seconds. She had even gave you little slaps on the cheek but nothing worked. She cried out.

-"(Y/N)!!"

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-"Do I have to do this?" You asked, clearly not wanting to. Berthold just looked up at you blankly. He had entered the trench and was waiting for you yet it seems it was impossible for you to just step over the barbed wires.

-"If you are 100% sure you'll just blind yourself by falling onto the wires you can simply crawl into the trench." He says, pointing over a hole made in the dirt, leading inside the trench. You immediately crunched up your nose at the idea of crawling into that tiny hole full of mud and maybe excrement.

-"No, thank you." You sighed and walked towards the wires. Curiously, there was no sound coming out of the trench despite Berthold telling you that they just retreated from a battle and the trenches were filled with soldiers.

You started to step over the trench, cursing as barbed wire caught itself into your trousers, making you trip shamefully. Berthold sweatdropped and widened his eyes as you just stumbled and bounced over the different layers of dirt like a ball.

Thinking that you'd prefer not to have a broken spine, Berthold moved to try and catch you before you landed roughly on the dirt. He then realised that he underestimated your weight and when you fell into his arms, the weight shift just made him fall down too, face right in the mud.

-"ugh... My head..." You mumbled, rubbing your head as you were now on the ground. You then blinked and looked to the side to see your shock absorber- I mean, new friend right in the ground. You then realised you were partly on top of him.

-"Oh shoot! Sorry!" You immediately get off him, standing as you wipe off your butt before holding out a hand for him to take, which he did. He grunted both a complaint and a thanks as you pulled him up. You reached out to wipe the mud off his uniform a minimum but he stopped you.

-"No need, I actually needed a bit more camouflage." He says with his usual serious tone so you didn't know if it was an attempt at a joke or not. You gave a sheepish smile in case it was the former. He gave you a confused side-glance. You pursued your lips awkwardly.

-"Anyway... Welcome to our humble German trenches." He told you with a sarcastic tone and low bow. You looked around. It was... unpleasant. The smell, the state of the trench...it was all miserable. But the worst of all were the lifeless states in which the soldiers were. Some were sitting on a poor piece of clothes, others were leaning against the wall, eyes closed. They looked like inanimate robots.

You knew for a fact that in WW1 boredom was a real torture and soldiers always tried to do something like playing cards or dices, building little figures in woods and used bullets, writing letters or drafting drawings... nothing of that here. You glanced at Berthold in confusion. He was just staring at his comrades with a bit of a confused frustration in his eyes. He looked out of place... alive compared to everyone else.

-"Why...do I feel different?" He mumbles to himself. You didn't know whether to talk to him about that, since he seems to be in a mental battle.

-"I used to be like them..." He kept muttering, eyes wide. Honestly he was starting to scare you a little, with his existential crisis. You awkwardly looked to the side, at one of the soldiers. It was complete silence apart from Berthold'd muttering.

-"Why is everyone still and not doing anything?" You asked him quietly. Berthold finally stopped mumbling and looked at you.

-"We haven't got any orders from the countryhuman yet. So, if German Empire doesn't need us for now, we just wait for the moment where he needs us." He says, making you frown. So the people here are full on robots for German Empire, not doing anything on their own.

-"And why aren't you like this?" You slipped out, despite knowing that this was what his existential crisis was about. Really your memory loves to play tricks on you. Berthold furrowed his eyebrows and he looked around.

-"That's what I'm wondering... Somehow I knew when I last got out of the trench I was like them... Until..." He trailed off, slowly glancing at you. Meanwhile your head started to hurt, you winced and a put a hand to it. Berthold noticed and looked concerned.

-"Are you okay? You're shaking..." He says. You looked at your hand, indeed it was shaking a lot. Yet you didn't know why. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Your head hurts a bit more, you felt like someone was shaking you a lot, yet you were just standing there. Berthold just looked at you as he started to get a bit worried despite not admitting it.

-"Just sit down...calm yourself." He says as he gently pulled you down. You let him, still trying to understand what was happening. You looked around,  your sight was getting dizzier and you felt warm...too warm.

Splash!

You gasped as your face was suddenly drenched in water. Okay, you were feeling hot but that didn't mean you wanted a shower! You closed your eyes by reflex and rubbed them, wiping the water away as you then opened them again.

You saw you were no longer in muddy trenches, and you had your mother crying in front of you and your father standing, looking as panicked while holding an empty glass. Your brain slowly connected the dots and you made an indignant face.

-"Hey! Why would you-"

-"-You idiot!" You were suddenly caught off by your mother throwing her arms around your neck as she sobbed into your shoulders. You slowly blinked as you just sat there. 'Did I miss something?' You thought, seeing your usually composed parents like this.

-"Don't scare me like that again, ever!" Your mother continued as she then glared at you through her tears.  You looked between her and your father, taken aback.

-"I... Uh... What do you mean...?" You asked, your voice almost inaudible, like a squeak as you didn't have the slightest idea for this situation to be happening. Your father sighs as he understood that you were confused.

-"We couldn't wake you up. It's been 15 minutes we kept trying. I was about to call someone." He says, making you gulp and momentarily not feeling the uncomfortable touch of the now damp sheets. This...was scary. If they weren't here, you wouldn't have woken up? You felt yourself shivering at the thought. No...focus on what happened, not what could have happened. You're awake, you're safe.

-"I...I'm sorry..." You muttered, even if it wasn't your fault. You felt guilty for making your parents worry this much. Your mother, your father, seeing them cry breaks your heart.

Your father sighs, he knew it wasn't your fault, yet it was useless to say it, you also knew it wasn't yet you still apologized. He just approached you and your mother and hugged you slightly. You breathed out and closed your eyes as you just enjoyed the silent hug. You needed that.

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You had finally got over what happened. Your mother has gone to prepare herself and you were alone with your father. You awkwardly looked at your feet, not knowing what to say. Your father also just sat there, since your mother left it was pure silence.

-"So, you... Didn't feel anything at all when we tried to wake you up?" Your father asked, trying to engage in a conversation. You furrowed your eyebrows as you thought of an answer. At the beginning you felt nothing in your dream until at some point your head started hurting.

But could you explain all this to your father? You didn't really know how to introduce the over realistic dream-thing... And for some reason, further down you felt like you shouldn't tell them. Keep this dream secret. Maybe you could share it with (B/F/N), but you felt apprehensive about telling it to your parents.

So, to answer your father's question, you simply shook your head. He pursued his lips and nodded his head awkwardly before finally standing up and leaving. You frowned and put your arms around yourself. Why was everything so weird lately? You glanced at your doorframe now empty, before calling out.

-"Does that mean I can skip school for today?" You asked out loud, playfully at first. After all you almost died right? You heard your mother audibly sighs from a few rooms away before she replied.

-"Fine! But you better catch up later! I remind you there's exams coming soon!" She says, surprisingly. You grinned a little at the reply. Nice. One day off. You'll gladly rest all day lazily on the couch. Those dreams made you want to indulge in countryhumans content some more, despite your former guesses it's what made those dreams occur in the first place. You had a toxic relationship with this fandom.

-"Thanks mom!" You said while standing up, you weren't going to stay on your bed now that the sheets were soaked with water. You pulled them off and put them in a corner of your room in a ball before you walked out of your room and walked down the stairs to take your breakfast.

Hopefully this day will be normal.

[A short chapter I know but I try to stick up with the rhythm of the original book.

Also you might think I updated fast, but , you fool! I had this chapter ready for a while, aahahah!-

So yeah I don't have many left in advance so I'll just stick up to update once in a millennium. Bye!!]