Lately Ludwig Beilschmidt had been thinking a lot about his existence. Why was he here? If all he was good for was suffering over the divorce, why did he even exist? Was he better off being nothing at all? He needed to find out, if nothing else, to stop this terrible sadness that consumed him. He needed to find the void.

Germany set out on a mission. After many years of training and discipline, he became an astronaut. He was scheduled for his first trip into space. He was scared, but he knew he had to do it. For some peace of mind.

Germany was launched into space, left with only his thoughts. He thought about the love of his life, his ex-husband, Feliciano Vargas. He thought about his life without him. Was it worth it? Would his life amount to anything? He decided to leave these questions up for the void to decide.

He was in space. He was sent on his first mission, to collect a broken satellite for repair. He put on his gear and opened the door, before floating out.

He was a part of the void.

He stared into the void. Neglecting his mission, he asked the void questions. He asked, and received answers.

Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with emotions. He knew what he had to do.

He ripped open a part of his spacesuit, exposing his mutilated penis. The harsh conditions of the atmosphere in this part of space caused Germany's penis to implode. He came out into the void, his penis disintegrating. The hole in his suit caused pressure so intense that he himself was sucked into the void, evaporating instantly. He was part of the void. In a few million years, his particles would become part of many different stars.

Germany was the Void.

The end!