Greece sighed and looked out upon the ruins of his mother's home. Now, of course, there was little to be done about this.
He had two choices: Tear down his mother's legacy, her pride and joy, to create room for new hotels and better, more interesting tourist attrations that would bring in a younger crowd, or preserve it, as she would have wanted.
Greece, of course, planned on preserving it. The taunts of that stupid bastard Turkey wouldn't get to him, not today. He'd just listen to his best friend(and only friend) Japan, who was all for preserving anything and everything about the past.
Greece smiled at the thought of Japan. Even though he fought over him with Turkey all the time, he really was his best friend.
Also, they both had a mutual love of cats. A very, very strong love of cats.
As the sun set, Greece turned around and away from his mother's ruins. He'd come back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. But right now, Greece's cat sense told him Corporal Cat needed food, and if Corporal cat didn't get some food now, Corporal Cat was going to make a mess on Greece's new bed.
And Greece really didn't want that.

Strolling through the grass, Greece took a moment to stop and smile. 'To stop and sniff the roses!' as France would say. Because every moment was worth precious, and he would cherish each second as if it were his last..

Because after all, he never knew when he would take his last breath.


I would just like to add that this story has basically no plot and each chapter is very short, but thank you for reading, it means a lot!