Prologue
Any man, who has ever lived, must die. Every human being, animal or plant will eventually wither away, and die. They will wither away, like a plant starved from sunlight, and they will become the earth around us, beneath our very feet, and life will go on.
However, in this world there is another kind of being. An immortal being, each representing a country of the earth, and they shall not die, for they are not human, they are nations. Sure, some may disappear one day, but they will never truly, die. Some might consider that a gift, to live forever, but in the end you just get tired, watching everything and everyone around you die, whilst you have to keep going, as a country would do, as the world would do.
I'd like to tell you now, that this is not a story about death, nor is it about the past. This is a story of a life, an immortal one.
This is the story of a nation, and how he learned to love again.
