Hello everyone! You probably noticed that when the characters are eating, I write it in great detail. I need to start eating before writing a story/chapter…

"Luna..." Luna opened her eyes. She looked around and realized that she wasn't in her room. She got up from her bed. "Luna…"the voice said again.

"Yes?" Luna answered as she walked towards the voice. The area Luna was in was completely dark and black. Luna kept walking until her name was repeated, then she started running. Luna then stopped to catch her breath.

"Facere vos memento mori?" Luna turned around to see a woman with black hair and teal eyes staring at her.

"Memento…mori?" Luna questioned, thinking of the translation, "Remember…the death?" Luna looked up to see if her translation was correct.

"Facere vos?" The woman asked again.

"N-no…I don't remember the death." Luna said. The woman nodded.

"Meministine me?" The women asked.

"No, I don't remember you." Luna said. The woman flashed her teal eyes then Luna remembered.

"Bonum mane, filia."

"Good morning, Mammi." Luna said calmly. A man with light blonde hair and dark blue eyes then came from behind Luna.

"Bonum mane, paulo Luna." The man said.

"Hello, Papi."

"Tu es loqueris peregrinae linguae, Luna. Loquere in patria tua lingua." Luna's mother said.

"Latin is not my native language." Luna's mother glared at Luna.

"What do you mean 'Latin is not your native language'?" Her mother asked, not speaking in Latin.

"Latin is a dead language, Mater; it has been dead long before I was born."

"Nonsense, it's your native language."

"No, it's not. I've never spoke Latin. Not once."

"But you understand it perfectly."

"So? People talk to me in other languages all the time and I understand their languages."

"Because their languages derived from Latin, my dear," Luna's father said.

"Not German…" Luna mumbled.

"Not German?!" Luna's mother shouted, "German is derived from Latin."

"There's a difference between 'influenced' and 'derived'…"

"Tsk," Luna's mother said, "You're too smart for your own good. Why can't you be like one of those kids who simply played with toys and stayed quiet?"

"Because I'm not one of those kids. You would know that if you actually stay with me," Luna said defiantly. Luna's mother glared at her again.

"Memento mori, my dear."

"You say that as if I actually understand Latin," Luna said as she crossed her arms.

"In this particular instance," Luna's mother matched Luna's stance, "Memento mori is a phase meaning 'remember that you're mortal'."

"Me? Mortal? Ha! I am a sovereign nation. I live as long as my last citizen."

"You, a nation? Dear, you are mistaken. You're not a nation."

"No, you are mistaken. I am the Kingdom Descended from the Sun and the Moon, otherwise known as the Principality of the Sun and Moon Kingdom or the Sun and Moon Kingdom."

"Sol et Luna, hmm? Your nation sounds petty," Luna's mother started circling Luna, "You a sovereign nation? That's the best joke I've heard," Luna clenched her fist. "Does your nation even have citizens?" Her mother continued, "I don't believe you have any."

"I do have citizens!" Luna screamed.

"Oh you do? They're probably very few and are around the same age. You'll live as long as your last citizen? That sounds like you have a normal lifetime, possibly shorter. Besides, you final citizen doesn't matter," Luna's mother pulled something out of her pocket, "I decide who dies and who doesn't because memento mori!" Luna's mother lunged something into Luna's chest. Luna let out a blood-curdling scream. Her mother had lunge a knife into her chest! Her mother then twisted the knife and gave Luna a similar smile.

"Kept screaming, no one will hear you. You were never loved because your brightness. You weren't, you're not, and you won't. Oh, I bet it hurts doesn't it." Her mother cooed as Luna continued to scream in pain. Luna fell to the floor and looked at her mother with a look of disgust.

"Memento mori? Tu es diaboli!" Luna screamed in Latin.

"A devil? Dear, I am the Devil and for someone who native language isn't Latin, you seem to know the language," Luna's mother laughed at Luna and her screams. "Why do you insist on screaming? No one can hear you."

Luna woke up screaming and crying. Germany immediately woke up and ran to her room.

"Luna," Germany yelled, "Are you okay?" Luna was still half-asleep, screaming, so she didn't hear Germany. Germany ran to her and shook her, yelling her name. Luna looked up at Germany with glazed eyes.

"G-germany?" Luna blinked and looked at him again. Luna sat up, started feeling her chest, and then sighed.

"Are you okay?" Germany asked again. Luna nodded, feeling her chest again.

"Imo…" Luna said. Germany gave her a confused look.

"What?" Luna looked at Germany.

"Oh! Ego sum ita consternauit qui oblitus sum loqui Anglorum!" Luna laughed, "I said yes."

"Are you…speaking Latin?"

"Oh, yeah, I can speak Latin, apparently." Germany looked at her weird.

"Well, if you're okay, I guess I will go back into my room…"

"No!" Luna yelled, surprising Germany, "I mean, um, I don't want to be here alone. Can you please stay with me?" Germany looked at the still shaking girl. Germany nodded.

"Come with me." Luna nodded and followed Germany into his room. Germany tucked her into his bed and got in right next to her, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Germany and Luna then immediately went to sleep. Germany was occasionally awakened by Luna's screaming and crying, which he had to calm her down. The girl was shaken and her eyes were bloodshot every time she woke up. When she was sleep, she muttered the phrase 'Memento mori' until she woke up again.

Between the hours of 2 and 3, Germany decided to turn off his alarm clock and sleep in. He gently stroked Luna's long, back length hair, trying to soothe the shaking and sleeping girl. Her shaking then made Germany wonder if she had a fever. He put his hand to her forehead, but it wasn't hot. It wasn't even remotely warm. Germany relaxed a little bit, but he was still worried about her. What was that phrase she was muttering? Memento mori? What does that mean? Germany continued to ponder this until Luna shot up, screaming. Germany turned on the light on the nightstand and pulled Luna into an embrace.

"Shh, shh, Luna, it's just a dream," He soothed as he stroked her hair.

"A-adjuva…me…" Luna whispered as she clings to Germany, crying.

"Adju…help you?" Germany asked. Luna nodded into Germany's chest.

"P-promise me…" Luna sniffed, "That you will never leave me…" Germany stopped for a minute then pulled Luna off of his chest.

"Luna…You know I can't promise you that. No, Luna, look at me." He pulled Luna's face up so he can look her in her bloodshot, teal eyes. Germany's heart and stomach immediately hurt as he stared at them, "Luna, you going to leave soon so I can't promise you that I will stay with you. I wish I could but I can't." Luna started pounding Germany's chest.

"I have always been alone! As long as I can remember, I have been! I was alone, I am alone, and I will always be alone!" This was different for Germany to hear Luna talk like this. He pulled Luna back into the embrace as he tried to think.

"Einsamkeit," Germany calmly sang, "einsamkeit, einsamkeit. I wish to be found." Germany looked down at Luna, "Einsamkeit means 'loneliness'. There are times where I even feel like I'm always alone, but your extent of loneliness is completely different from my own. I made you independent and strong but you are still a child, which is emotionally challenging to you. I know no one will accept you as a nation because you are small, but if only they realize how strong you are as both a person and nation. I only dream to be as strong as you." Luna nodded but sighed. Germany continued to stare at Luna as he collected his thoughts. "Um, you also happen to be mumbling in your sleep. What does 'memento mori' mean?"

"Remember that you will die or remember that you are mortal," Luna left it at that and went to sleep. Germany looked at her wondering why she would be muttering that but left it alone and went to sleep.

Okay, now I'm going to add translations to phrases that weren't directly or indirectly translated in this chapter.

Ego sum ita consternauit qui oblitus sum loqui Anglorum! - I was so scared that I forgot to speak English!

Memento mori? Tu es diaboli! - Remember that you are mortal? You are a devil!

Tu es loqueris peregrinae linguae, Luna. Loquere in patria tua lingua. – You are speaking a foreign language, Luna. Speak in your native tongue (native language)

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.