It started out as a normal day. It was cloudy but nothing too out of the ordinary for Germany. He was sat on his immaculate grey sofa, practical and economical. Perfect. He was watching the news as it was an off day. Just a time to rela-

"GERMANY!" Germany groaned and went to the kitchen to see what the problem was with his endearing Italian.

What he didn't expect was to see a disintegrating Italy.

"GERMANY, HELP, CALL HIM, CALL HIM, MY BROTHER, CALL HIM!" And with that, he just vanished into thin air.

Germany, too shocked to even stand, sunk to his knees. What had happened? How did it happen? What did Italy mean? His Italy, just gone like that. He could have been there for 2 minutes when he slapped his forehead and picked up his phone, the hurt would set in later. He had a phone call to make.

Romano was having a great day. He wouldn't go so far as to call it a great day but, it was by all means a great day. He had woken up from his siesta and Spain had called him. That was in fact a good thing as it meant that Spain bothered to check up on him, not that he would expect anything less from the hyper Spaniard. His great day, however, had gotten miserable enough to fling itself off a cliff and roll into a pit of lava.

The potato was calling.

Seeing it as not worth his time in his usual vain manner, he pressed the big, fat decline button. It happened again. This was weird. Why would he call him knowing full well the contempt he felt towards him. He declined again, his brows knitting into a frown. The third time Germany called, Romano gave into his curiosity and accepted the call.

"What do you want, you've called me about a million times, mio Dio-" He was interrupted halfway through his angry tirade.

"Romano, your brother, he's gone, disappeared."

"That's what you called me about, he's a big boy, he'll come back!"

"No, he just disintegrated, he-he just went." There was a sigh and a tut on the line

"I'll be right there, stay put bastard."

Germany started to cry, he hadn't cried for so long but what he had just witnessed was unnatural, it was wrong and he didn't know where to start. Romano would be here in about 10 minutes due to nation hopping. He needed to clean the coffee table, it was disgusting. There was to be a report on Britain closing car factories due to Brexit that he had to read. Was that cake from last week in the fridge? He was on holiday in Spain a month ago. He was supposed to meet with the Mediterranean nations to talk about the effects of tourism. Greece was there along with France, Spain, Monaco, Italy and Romano. Italy and Romano.

Knock knock.

He went to open the door and when he did, he had to clench his jaw. He never noticed just how much Italy and Romano resembled each other.

"Potato bastard." He gave a nod of recognition.

"Your brother has disappeared."

"So has everyone that made up the Roman Empire." Tan hands were shaking.

"What?"

"You heard me, everyone I possibly care about is gone."

"Come in."

So he did.