I guess that makes sense as to why so many others keep their distance.

I was never quite good enough at doing so.

Davie was my first human friend, who became followed by many others in the future despite my pain.

I know that humans don't care who their country is and other countries can keep their distance pretty well from humans, but I guess I just end up caring too much.

I've found heroes and those to love in people such as Amelia Earhart and of course, in the presidents that have led my country and all of the historical figures that are just pictures in textbooks to most people now, but still they remain in color for me as I think back to them and they remain beautiful in every unique and heroic quality of theirs.

I loved them and in some way they've shaped me into who I've become, and I couldn't be happier with their impact on my life.

They've taught me so much about just about anything in ways that you must experience to learn.

They've taught me that while love may be eternal that people really aren't or not in flesh really, and so I must like them cherish every possible moment.

I do and so I try to.

I've much to some other nations' shock found love even in a romantic way with some humans in history.

I've loved and lost, and truthfully, it's probably made me much better and much stronger at least emotionally and mentally.

I found heroes in my people, and I'm still very proud of them.

Of course, I still miss them, but who wouldn't knowing them as intimately as I do?

I know their names and what certain emotions look like on them; I know their favorite color and knew their best friends.

I miss them even more each and every day, and that has to be one of the reasons, nations typically shy away as no one can ever get over that loss and move on properly.

We, as the immortals that we are, will remember every exact detail until the day that we somehow have died.

I guess we aren't really immortal then.

I know that we can't escape loss as I've heard of North Italy's pain over Holy Rome and Ancient Rome, and I know that he doesn't carry that pain alone, and I know that Prussia's days are being counted and measured by everyone around him.

We instinctively try to avoid loss, and I know that, and I've tried not to get attached, but I just can't seem to help myself.

I've lost many that I've loved, and I'll probably keep losing them as long as my little forever goes on, but I'm too glad to have met them to ever give them up.