Germany
He concluded his tale and went back to his drinks.
I let him be. In my years I've learned what all someone needs sometime is to be alone with their thoughts and occasionally their drinks.
I pitied the poor guy. To lose someone you considered a brother. A pain worse then I could bear.
After getting a few drinks, I went home to go to bed.
Right before I fell asleep a knock came on the door.
"Germany?" came the voice of Italy.
"I had a nightmare that an evil man came and stole my pasta and my paintings and called me names. Can I stay with you?"
I didn't protest to this. I rolled over and let him sleep.
He fell asleep almost instantly.
For once I was happy to have Italy's friendship.
I fell asleep...
AN:and with that these stories come to an end. Please review! I want to know how i did with this one!