Warning: Mild cursing, nations not acting like their normal selves, FRANCE

No one knew this, but Germany loves to write poetry. During his free time, which is basically whenever he is not trying to rescue Italy, he writes poetry. Some are short, some are pages and pages long. He puts a lot of time and effort into his poetry, making sure to record his each and every thought on paper. He makes sure to get descriptive enough to the point where he can visualize his own writing, so for a little bit he can be in his own world, his own reality.

He doesn't want anyone to know this; he wants people to think he is tough. Not many people see a poet as tough though, so he feels the need to keep it secret. He plans on publishing it someday, but under a pen name. He wants his poetry to be read and critiqued by the world, but cannot have them knowing it is him writing it.

He stared at the blank page. No ideas came to mind. He stared some more. He stared, and stared, and stared, and stared. Finally, an idea came to mind. He started to visualize something in his mind, a scene. He had recently read a novel about people being executed for loving the wrong person, so in his head he saw a woman calling out to her lover who she was not supposed to be in love with. She had her hands tied behind her head, rope tied around her neck. He was calling out for her, begging them to stop the madness. She opened her mouth to speak, and this is when Germany started to write.

~Death by Love~

I shall not give up

For I am in love

Love exists

In life and death

Though I will not be with you

On this planet Earth

I will be watching over you

My love

My love

Do not be afraid

Of this mad mad world

For I love you

My love

Do not grief over my death

For it was a noble death

No humiliation in love

No humiliation in death

This is how I have chosen to die

My love

I would rather die for loving you

Than live with someone I do not

My love

Do not worry

Even when they told us

We do not belong together

I still stayed

My love

You stayed by me

Even when your parents criticized us

Even when I was threatened by death

My love

I am so sorry to leave

I wish I could be with you

On this earth

My love

We aren't meant to be

Together in this world

But maybe we could be together in another

He finally finished his masterpiece. He read it over, and over, and over again. Though he had never been in that situation before, he had felt the emotions of that woman while writing that. He could feel exactly how she must've felt, which scared yet amazed him at the same time.

"Hey Germany what is that?" Italy asked. Germany dropped the pencil, startled by this notion. He quickly shut the journal, and stood up. "Nothing Italy." Germany said. He then walked out of the room, expecting Italy to follow. He was surprised when he was halfway down the hallway and discovered Italy was not behind him. "Ooooo." Italy said from the room. Germany rushed in, only to discover that Italy was reading his journal. "Hey give that back." Germany demanded. Italy ran out of the room, carrying the journal with him.

"Where are you going?" Germany asked, chasing after Italy. "Your poetry deserves to be read. Italy responded. Germany than remembered that there was a world meeting today. Oh no, Germany thought. That damn fool was going to ruin everything. "Italy stop!" Germany yelled. He stopped, panting. Italy was far ahead of him, a mere speck.

It took Germany a half hour to get to the meeting. By the time he had gotten there, nearly everyone had arrived. "Oh look it's the poet." England mocked. "Italy! What did you read to them?" Germany screamed. "I read them the whole book." Italy stated. "Your poetry is beautiful, it deserves to be heard." France stood up. "Oh Germany, what a damn fool you are. I could write something a thousand times better than that with my eyes closed. "Fuck off!" Italy yelled.

The room grew silent. No one could believe what Italy had just said. "What did you just say?" France asked Italy, seeming more shocked than everyone else. "I said fuck off. Germany is my friend, and he writes amazing poetry." Italy winked at Germany. Germany was proud, for Italy was finally proving himself to be a nation. "Um excuse me? I have an idea."

Everyone turned around to see Liechtenstein walk to the center. No one could believe that little Liechtenstein was going to speak up, especially at world meeting. "I am sick of just watching you all argue over such pitiful things. We shall have a poetry contest, everyone can read one poem for it. Anyone can enter the contest. I will decide the winner.

"What will the winner receive?" France asked. "Well the winner will receive…." Liechtenstein started to say. "How about if I win, everyone will show up at my house naked." France beamed. "No!" Everyone shouted at once. "Fine, but can at least Mattie show up at my house naked, where is he anyways?" Matthew walked up to the group. "Right here, hey can I read a poem?" He asked.

"Mattie? Mattie where are you?" France asked. He pushed through the crowd, only to bump into poor Canada. "Owwww." Canada said, collapsing to the ground. "Bonjour Mattie! If I win, will you show up to my house naked?" France asked. "Ummmm." Canada responded.

"I would like to go first!" Italy said. He ran over to his desk, grabbing a journal. "Italy, since when do you write poetry?" Germany asked. "Oh, since the Renaissance." Italy flipped through the pages, and began to spoke.

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