Dear Holy Rome,

There had been rumors spreading around for quite some time about tightening border control between East Germany and West Berlin due to the incredible number of immigrants leaving East Germany through West Berlin to escape the Soviet Union's rule. No one, not America, England, France, Prussia, or even Germany himself, expected to wake up to a wall.

In the middle of the night, Russia had put up the barbed-wire fence and solidified the boundary between East and West Berlin. The two were caught off from one another in a matter of hours.

The difficult visits that Germany and Prussia were able to manage, are now completely impossible. Germany is worried for his brother's well-being. There is a perfectly good reason why so many people were leaving East Germany; the economy is falling apart and the people's freedoms are severely restricted. It is in no way a nice place to live. And Prussia is stuck over there.

Germany is constantly stressing about his brother and how he is doing over on the other side of the wall. I try my best to help calm him down; sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. He has good reason to be worried; Prussia is probably going through some very tough times and he can't do anything to help him. I try to take his mind away from it for a while, and sometimes it works, but his mind always drifts back to his brother.

All I can do is comfort him in this time of loneliness. At least I can relate, right? At least I can honestly say that I understand what he is going through, that I have been through it before. That has to count for something. Hopefully knowing that he isn't alone in this experience of separation, he will come to be more relaxed and less stressed.

I can only hope.

Italy