There are different parts, different characters, but the same exact lesson.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?"
The younger nation looked up to what their caretaker was looking at. The small nation was curious as to why the caretaker had said that. The objects at which the two watched was definitely beautiful. They looked at a cluster of trees standing in front of them as they sat on the ground, letting time pass by.
"Yes," the young nation murmured in reply. Why had the older nation said that?
"They started as small seeds, and now they get to grow into tall trees." The caretaker smiled bittersweetly. The small nation listened to the voice of the caretaker as the wind blew softly. "But they might be cut down. Wouldn't that be sad?"
The young nation understood that the caretaker adored the trees. But there are so many trees. Would it be that sad if just one was cut? The small nation kept the thought and watched as the wind swayed the trees back and forth, back and forth.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?"
The younger nation looked out to catch what their caretaker was looking at. The small nation was curious as to why the caretaker had said that. "The animals?" the little one clarified. He could make out small outlines of birds and small mammals out the window.
"Those animals started out as small little creatures in tiny shelters, and now they roam around to their hearts' content." The caretaker smiled bittersweetly. The small nation listened while the caretaker spoke as the songs of morning ambled on. "But they might be killed. Wouldn't that be sad?"
The young nation understood that the caretaker adored the animals. But there are so many animals. Would it be that sad if one was killed? The small nation kept the thought and watched as the animals continued to bathe in the shadows of bushes and trees.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?"
The young nation looked towards the direction their caretaker was looking at. The small nation was curious as to why the older had said that. The little one cocked his head. "What do you mean?" he asked in a hushed, quiet voice. The two were looking at a town square filled with many people.
"Those people started as small babes only years ago, and now most of them are older and bigger." The caretaker smiled bittersweetly. The small nation listened intently as the caretaker continued to speak in the hustle of movement from the crowd of people. "But some might die. Wouldn't that be sad?"
The young nation understood that the caretaker adored his civilians. But there are so many people. Would it be that sad if only one dies? The small nation kept the thought inside his head and watched as the hustle of the loud crowd grew and fell, grew and fell.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?"
"Wouldn't that be sad?"
The young nation tugged at the caretaker's sleeve. "Why?"
"What?" the caretaker asked for the little one to clarify.
"Why would it be sad?"
The caretaker smiled and ushered the young one to lend an ear. The small nation did so, and the caretaker whispered into the small ear. "Because..."
"Why would it be sad?"
The nation looked down to the little nation. This was just like before. Do all nations do this? The nation smiled at the small and distant memory and ushered the young nation to lend an ear. The small nation did so, and the caretaker whispered into the small ear. "Because everything leaves."
The small one looked at the caretaker. The little nation hesitated. "Will you?"
No one spared young nations when it came to this kind of topic. The nation looked down at the sad face and continued to reveal the truth. "Everything leaves." The nation pat the young one's head. You're beautiful too, aren't you?
Getting over feels, so I had to write fanfiction.
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