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"Aiya America! My sleeve is not a blanket!" China jerked his arm away from the shivering nation.

"No! I-uh-I mean-" He looked around the circling, clearly looking for someone else to cling to. He quickly jumped to Italy, knocking and upsetting a few countries in his haste. The other nation was just as eager to find someone to huddle with.

"Don't tell me you already wish to end this, mon cher," France grinned from across the circle.

"Don't act like you don't, frog," Britain laughed nervously, "I can see you shaking all the way from here."

"Not as badly as you, Angleterre."

"I beg to differ."

"Everyone just calm down," Spain said. No one did, but at least everyone stopped talking to look at him. "See, that's better, right? Boss Spain is always here to help."

"What kind of help are you, anyway?" questioned Romano, glaring sourly at him. Spain rubbed the back of his head.

"The good kind, ¿sí?"

Lithuania smiled. "Help is always good," he said, "Though sometimes I wish it would be a little bit more obvious that it is such…"

Life Lesson

Based off of "Never Turn Around"
Credited to: Zoso

Even though I've been living in the city for nearly two months now, I'm still amazed by everything that's around. Who knew so many buildings could fit in such a small amount of land; I clearly still have a lot to learn about living here. I live on the fifth floor of an apartment complex; not nearly as roomy as my house back in my homeland, but it's large enough as living purposes go. I have one bedroom, a small bathroom, and a living room with a huge window overlooking the parking lot. Across the street from the parking lot is another flat. I heard that flat is going to be torn down soon. When it is, I'm not going to be having the best scenic view anymore.

Since I am more of a night person, I like to stay up late and do work on my laptop long after the sun sets. From time to time I gaze out of the window, more out of habit of wanting to look at the stars like I used to back home. Sadly, the lights from outside as well as the building across the street prevent me from ever seeing the tiny sparkles. Instead, it's always the sight of that large building with no lights on, the streetlights below casting an orange glow beneath it. I wonder if anyone even lives in that apartment. Not once have I ever seen any sort of life coming from that place. Not even during the day.

One night, while typing away on my computer, something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I look up. Since I happen to be facing the window, naturally I look at the apartment beyond the parking lot. It's the same as it's always been- dark, silent, and empty. I shrug, returning back to my work. A couple minutes later I look up again. That's strange- I could have sworn I saw a shadow move. But nah! My eyes are just playing tricks on me. Besides, it's too dark and the building too far away for me to see anything clearly.

Ten minutes later I divert my attention upwards once more. A tiny, flickering glow is directly across from me. I mean that literally- on the fifth floor of the other building I can see a small orange light beckoning me. I quietly stand and make my way to the window. I can just barely make him out but there is a man, standing on the balcony of the flat across from me, waving in my direction. Smiling, I wave back. But I have work to do, so I turn around and head back inside.

This goes on for several nights. Around midnight the glow of the mysterious man's candle (for that is what I reasoned it to be; it seems too small to be a flashlight) calls me to my balcony where I then greet my 'neighbor'. I've never learned his identity as I've never seen anyone leave the building once the sun rises. But I know this man isn't a bad person for he never fails to wave a friendly hello each night. In some ways I am comforted by his presence.

But one night, after his usual wave, he pauses. He does a funny movement with his arm which I can't make out. Curious as to what he is trying to communicate to me I rush back inside and hurriedly search for a pair of binoculars. Finding them, I hurry back to the window and put them to my eyes.

The man- he is pointing at me! My heart nearly skips a beat. Even though the act is innocent enough, the fact that this is the first time he was so directly acknowledging me is slightly disconcerting. He then does a circling movement with his hand. It takes me a while for me to piece together that the man wanted me…to…turn…around. Heart pounding, I twirl around. There's…there's nothing there. No intruder as I had feared. Thank goodness! I chuckle to myself in relief; I'm overreacting. I return my attention to the man only to find him nowhere to be seen; his candle slowly, slowly dying out. Until it is gone.

I stumble back in fright, almost dropping my binoculars in the process. I can no longer make out any shadows, any movement. I carefully make my way back to my laptop, my eyes never leaving the window. The mysterious person still isn't there, nor does he relight his candle. To calm my nerves I decide to forget about the whole thing and surf around the internet, maybe listen to some music. But it's not long before I have to admit it's time for me to go to bed. I shut down my laptop and, stretching, make my way to the bathroom. I pause as I put my hand on the handle.

There is a glow seeping out from underneath the door. I didn't leave the lights on, and even if I had the glow is too dim and flickering too much for it to be from the lightbulb. A feeling of dread creeps over me as I slowly push open the door. There, sitting on the bathroom sink, is a tiny lit candle revealing a scribbled message on the mirror behind it: "NEVER TURN AROUND"