" I don't like the weather today. " The Romanian looked at his best friend – Bulgaria.

"But..It's so sunny." Aleksander responded.

"..Hmph."

Both boys walked inside the Gakuen as Romania closed the door,he realised the logo patchwork on a dirty white uniform hanging lifelessly on a coat was the logo of the labour camps' felt sudden pain circulating in his throat.

"R-romania?"

Romania turned around holding a fist beside his own hips.

"Let's get to the main hall."

They both walked to Romania's destination,focusing an eye at the Russian in the middle of the hall.

"Ah,Romania!" Prussia blocked the path to where Romania was to walk to.

"Get the hell off my face."

"..What? Cousin! Stop bei-"

"I said get the fucking hell out of my face and fuck my sister."

"..?!"

Bulgaria's jaws dropped in awe as he never would see his best friend sunken in anger.

Romania pushed the Prussian away and stood up at he said a word he saw Ukraine,behind the curious Russian.

"Ukr..Russia."

"Da?"

"Why is there a Labour Uniform on the coat rack?!"

"It's just a gift.."

"WHAT?! FOR WHAT YOU GREEDY BASTARD?!"

"..Romania? What is wrong,da? "

"You know what's wrong huh?! YOU! "

Germany pulled the Romanian's collar and shouted loudly at the tempered Vladimir.

" Stop it! "

Romania ignored the German and walked out of the hall,ending up at the corridor where the uniform was grabbed the uniform and ran was outside looking for his brother,Romania.

Seeing the sight of his brother so,he hid behind a bush and followed where the red-eyed went.

Romania sat where he used to write in his diary.

"The reason why I have this hat on all the time is because of you Ivan! You hit me there! And my mind will never forget how much pain I suffered!" He yelled whilst banging a fist against the uniform.

Moldova walked towards his brother,he sat beside him pouting.

"Brother.."

"I've been hurt for a language,I've been hurt for you Moldova!"

"V-vlad?!"

"I-I love you!"

"…"

Vladimir hugged his brother German Brothers ran outside staring at their relations,Romania and Moldova.

The sky began to darken,and the wind became tugged on his brother's hair to let him know it was going to stood up and wore the uniform's jacket.

"It was my fault for not saving that boy."

"..What boy?"

Romania closed his eyes and remembered his childhood.

"Oi! Vladimir!"

"Yes?"

"The soldiers!"

Romania turned around looking at the Tall Men passing by as they walked to the boy who shouted "Oi! Vladimir!".They didn't come for Romania,they came for the was from the Northern territory in Romania.

"A-agh! What are you doing to me!" The boy flailed and cried.

Romania didn't do anything and tilted his head,looking at the soldiers carrying the boy that he didn't know into a truck full of guns and wild-printed walked away thinking,but there were more men with children walking by..Why wasn't he picked up?

"A victim."

"Brother?"

Romania walked towards a tall tree,telling his brother to stay at the a thick rope in his hands,he tied the other end onto a branch and took off his jacket.

{ First chapter! Be ready for the next one aye! C: }