...Where am I?
...What is this place?
...Is this... my body? Am I... alive?
...Why can't I move? Why can't I see?
My feet move and my hands clutch paper, but I didn't want to do that. I am not in control. A man appears. His face... I know that face.
...Prussia?
"Hey West, you ok?"
...West? What is west?
_I am West.
...Who are you?
_I am you.
...No... I am me. I am Holy Roman Empire.
_No... you are me. I am Germany.
...Germany?
My mouth moves, but the words that tumble out are not mine.
"Do not worry East, I'm fine."
The man frowns at me, but not at ME!
"Are you sure?"
... Where am I? Why can't I move? Why am I not in control of this body?
_Because you died.
Again, my mouth moves. The words sound muffled, as if from another place and time.
"Yes bruder, do not worry."
...Bruder?
_Yes, he is my brother. He saved me.
...But... he lost me...?
_Yes.
...I am Holy Rome...
_Yes.
...I am dead.
_Yes.
...Then... who are you?
_I am Germany... I am your new form.
...New form?
_Yes.
A new person appears. I know that face also. I see it every day, but the clothes seem... strange. I see a uniform, but I also see a dress. I see a headscarf... I see a smile...
...ITALY...!
_Yes.
...I remember...