Author's note: I you guys spot any mistakes I this then feel free to point them out, I'll really appreciate it. Okay, now on the story.

It was begging to be a miserable day, as each of each of sat outside on metal chairs. Every nation and some micronations must have shown up here, it would seem. I was shock by how many of them many of us was here. All the chairs I can see had at least someone sitting in them, crying, keeping silent, or trying their best to hide it. I can't blame them, no one can. It was a sad time for all of us, because today is the day, one of us, a fallen country is begging laid out. Though, it didn't come as surprised, we know this coming since the day his country was dissolved, but it was still painful. We'd known him for a very long time, some of us longer than others. I remember the day all of us learn that he was no longer a country.

You see, each of us are connected to our homeland, if that gets taken over or destroyed then we lose our immortality, we become almost as vulnerable as a human being. Some of us become so scared and sad that they would rather be left alone or somewhat to have all the attention in the world and do whatever it takes to get it, but no this nation. He was different. It didn't seemed bothered him, in fact he acted like nothing happened, living carefree, getting into trouble, and saying how awesome he was with a smile as bright as the sun. It surprised me, as I watched him in the background. I was kind of expecting more reaction from him, but I'd guess that he was full of surprises. I didn't known him back then. I have heard stories about him and what he was like, but I was too shy and wasn't so vocal.

It wasn't, until he showed up at one of my brother, America's parties and noticed sitting alone in a corner. He came up to me, greeted me, and confused me for my brother. I'd told him bitterly, but also softly that I was not who he think I was and my real name was Canada. Naturally I didn't being mistaken for him, because I get that a lot and have to pay for the stupid stuffs he did, while he gets off scoot-free. As soon as he realized the mistake and apologized, he then asked me why I was sitting by myself and not with someone having an awesome time. I told him that not that I didn't want to, far from it actually and I was shy and scared of doing something that everyone hate me. He gave me a look like I had just grown a second head and said that I shouldn't think about too much and to just go out there.

I'd refused, saying that I'll be fine by myself, but that didn't stopped from grabbing my arm and dragged to the dance floor. He tried to get too danced by dancing himself, but I did nothing, just stood next to him staring. Before I knew it everyone that was there, was watching us. It made feel claustrophobic. All that I remember at that moment was my heart was pounding, I was breathing heaving, and hearing my brother in the background cheering, wasn't helping any. As I sawn everyone whispering to each other, all I wanted to do at that moment was just get out there. At that moment, I did. It was all too much, couldn't take it anymore and ran.

It wasn't until later that he found me hiding outside. He asked me if I was alright. I said yes. I was shocked that he was able to found me. He laughed a little, said good and that I could hang out with him at any time. I thanked him. I was still a bit unsure if he would remember me or not, seeing how Cuba would tend to get me confused for my brother, but it still made me glade that he liked me. I didn't see him, until a few days after that, when he surpassingly called out my name, when I was walking in the park. He asked if I wanted still hang out with him and I said yes. After that day, he kept on finding me and asking me if I want to hang out with him, each time. I said yes, every time before I knew it we became really good friends.

We always had a good time together, even when we got sent to jail, one time, but we didn't care we were loved every minute of it, both good and bad times. He was even helping with my shyness; even though I made little progress, he kept on saying don't give up, I'll awesomely get there. He even introduced me to his younger brother Germany and his awesome pet bird Gilbird. Germany kept his distanced from me and even forget that I was there, but after a while he gotten used to me and even remembered my name. Gilbird on the other hand, gotten use to me pretty quickly, even my friend said that he was even shocked. I guess I have a way with animals.

I sigh, as I look up and saw the clouds, dark, as if they were sad too. It reminds of the day when we lost Gilbird. It stared out like any ordinary day. My friend and I was at his house, when my noticed Gilbird didn't came back, after it flown off to somewhere. We both soon decided to look for him. It didn't take long, before my friend found him, laying motion less on the floor. We took him to the living room, where we placed him in a shoe box, on top of an old scarf. Gilbird was just barley holding on, as my friend kept on telling him to holding. It was hard seeing my friends like this and I 'am certain it was harder from them.

Much like any other nations, Gilbird didn't look acted that old, but he was, in fact he was just about old as my friend, but at the moment, it was clearer of what his actual age was. Suddenly, Gilbird lost his fight and passed away. At that moment, we both cried for what seemed like an entirety, until my got up, took our fallen friend, and buried him outside. He then said would be with him soon. That's when I realized that he was not be far behind. Seeing, it's our animal partners would be the one that would go first. I wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but I know it would be right to do so, so I didn't.

Author's note: Sorry, I got few things I need today, so I will not be able to post the next chapter up for awhile, but I will post it, later.