Heyyyyy! New chappy! This took forever, didn't it? Oh well...
When humans die, to most nations, they go to some form of heaven, hell, or are reincarnated. That's the simple process everybody knows. So when a human dies, they know they have two or three options. Happiness, sadness, or nothing. None of the nations tried to get attached to humans, knowing the consequences of doing so. They would just keep to themselves, to their own kind. Bosses were different. The bosses family was different. They got attached, and it was sad to see them go sometimes. But it was needed, and they all just got along with that.
Humans...were like fish. Fish go down the stream, and only once in awhile do they go back up. They had pit stops, like having children, but it was all just one big stream they slowly floated down, hitting road blocks along the way. Some of the nations supposed they were like that as well, just mozying down the stream until they hit their deadline. Some were shorter than others, but some swam back up stream and waited to reappear when it was the right time.
But nations? They didn't know where nations went. Or how they showed up randomly like Ancient Rome did. They didn't have anyone to show them where they went, or how they got there. Rome most likely wouldn't talk about it, and Prussia claimed he never went there, even though he had disappeared for a little bit at one time. Everyone just called it the dark zone. Because that was all they knew about it. That it was dark, never ending darkness for as long as you could see.
They felt the darkness, the cold, when something was going horribly wrong in their countries. And truthfully? They were terribly afraid of the darkness. They were afraid of how it covered them like a blanket, but one you couldn't move. Constricting them like a snake, until finally the light crashed through the darkness and takes you back. That was when you loved the sun, loved the heat, even if it burnt you or you sweated from it.
In the end, they still didn't know where they went when the lights went off. They just knew they were going to be gone, or the light would break through. But the light didn't break through anymore. It just left them floating, slowly getting suffocated until what used to be there wasn't, and the light that surrounded them brilliantly was snuffed out by the dark, corrupting their useless minds.
Good enough? I don't know if I want this as an actual small story because there aren't a lot of words, or if I want it as the finishing chappy of dark sides. I'm just going to put it on dark sides.