POV- Vienna
For the next few days, things were pretty good, being with Germany, Japan, and Italy. I got to learn some things from them too. From Germany, I learned how to use grenades, learned hand-to-hand combat, and even learned military techniques used in both world wars. From Japan, I learned how to do kendo and different forms of Japanese martial arts. To humor Italy, I also learned how to make a surrender flag. Apparently, this also humored Japan and Germany because I heard them snickering behind my back while I was making a flag with Italy. I turned and stuck my tongue at them.
"Hey now, Feliciano is my friend. Don't laugh at him."
"We are not laughing at him, Miss Vienna." Japan said in his polite tone.
"I hear you both snickering. Leave us be to our flag production." The two nodded and left us to our flag making. I spent the rest of the afternoon making enough flags so that all of Europe could have many.
Later that night, while eating a meal of pasta, potatoes, and miso soup, Germany noticed something while reading the paper.
"Odd. Apparently, the country of Austria is going through a depression."
Japan looked up from his meal. So did Italy. "What is wrong with Master Austria, huh?" Italy asked.
"I don't know Italy." Germany replied. I swallowed my mouthful of potatoes. "Is there any more information on this depression, Ludwig?"
He read a little more before nodding. "It started with a concert Austria was performing in. He was acting strange during the first half and the intermission. During the second half, he suddenly got up and left the stage. Ever since, he has gone into a depression, and it has affected his nation too. I wonder what is going on with him."
I put my fork down. 'Is Father really going into a depression?' I thought, 'I have to find out.'
"Germany?"
"Yes Vienna?"
"You were once friends with my father, right?"
"Yes, I once was. We barely talk now."
"Do you think that there is any chance that you could be able to go and talk to him, to see what is going on? This sort of behavior I just heard you speak about is not something my father would normally do."
Germany nodded in agreement to my statement. However, Japan had a comment. "Vienna-kun, isn't it possible that your father is probably depressed because he is worried about you?"
I shook my head. "Impossible. He has never cared about me since the day I was born. Why would he suddenly care about me now?"
Japan stayed silent after my remark.
Germany looked at me. "I promise you, Vienna, I will go and talk to your father."
"How soon will you do so?"
"Does tomorrow sound good?"
"Yes."
"Tomorrow then."
