"Vhat are you crying about?" Germany questioned.

"Nothing, just something that crossed my mind." I said wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Vell, vould you like to share? Talking about it might make you feel better." He suggested.

"I don't want to bother you with my problems."

"I vouldn't mind listening." Germany smiled.

"There was this guy, his name was Holy Rome. We were in love when we were younger. One day, he had to leave for war. I gave him my push broom so he wouldn't forget me. Our first kiss was right before he left. Holy Rome promised to come back, so far he hasn't. When you said you had come back from a trip, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was the first and only man I ever loved." I explained.

"Hmm, it sounds a lot like somezing that happened to me vhen I was younger. Only, it vas a girl, and even zough I remember loving her viz all my heart, I can't remember her name. Vhat I do remember is that ve spent so much time together. Her voice vas the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. I tried to make her as happy as she could make me. She was probably the best thing that ever happened in my life. Even though I don't remember much, I miss her."

"Oh, well, it's nice to have someone that sort of understands you."

I gave him a big hug. He seemed uncomfortable, but he didn't push away so I never let go. Germany was right, talking about it made me feel a lot better. Unfortunately, Austria came home and stole him away from me.

"It vas nice meeting you, if you'd like to, vhy don't you come over sometime and ve'll have a beer?" He offered.

"That sounds wonderful! Although, I don't like beer."

"That's okay, we can skip that."

It was so weird; I had only met Germany that day. But I felt so connected to him, as if he was someone I was waiting for my whole life. Now I don't mean romantically, but maybe as a friend. I wouldn't mind being with a guy like that though. Germany was attractive; he seemed like the strong, protective type of person. I really wanted to see him again. It was so easy to talk to him; I was never more comfortable with anyone else. But I couldn't call him tomorrow, that's too soon. Maybe sometime next week? No, I don't think I could wait that long. Ugh, why was this so complicated? All I wanted was to hang out with him again. Is it so wrong? I decided to call him a couple days later.

"Hello?" Germany answered.

"Hi! I was wondering if I could stop by for a visit later today."

"Sorry, who is zis?" He asked confused.

"Oh! It's Italy!" I couldn't believe I forgot to say who it was.

"Ah, sure Italy. Come by venever you'd like."

"Okay!" I said excitedly.

I didn't know phone calls could be that scary. I was so scared that I was bothering him. The last thing I needed was another person walking out on me. Germany, Germany was the kind of man I could relate to. There was no one else in my life who knew the pain of losing the one you love.