There 'it' was staring at him.

That stuffed animal that his brother always carried around. It brought back horrible images to his mind from these last painful months alone. Just when the tall tanned representation of Australia was FINALLY finished grieving!

Australia suddenly dropped all the garbage he was taking downstairs and ran over to it. He examined it closely and shrugged. It might be worth saving...

He threw the plushie to a box labeled, 'Important', and walked to another part of the attic.

He thought to himself, "He always hated the thought of coming up here. Too many memories that were unbearable."

-But there he was rummaging through New Zealand's attic searching for any valuables to remind him of who used to own them. The attic was cold, and even dusty, but it did have the smell of his brother so he liked to stay here.

The Aussie quickly sniffed the air and decided it was getting dark. He placed the packages one by one into the halls and sprinted downstairs to turn off the lights. He wiped his hands on his dark blue jeans then he combed his tab hands through his chestnut colored hair. Just when he was about to open the wooden door, out of the corner of his eye was a piece of paper on the ground.

'Weird', he thought,"I thought I got a hold of all the papers..."

Annoyingly, he picked it up and was surprised on what it revealed.

"A song? And it's half finished..?",he asked loudly.

He looked around and he grinned,"You want me to finish it for you mate?"

SILENCE

"Fine."

As he grabbed a pen, and sat down on the floor, he swore he can hear a happy voice say,

"Please finish it for me~"