The man with my body decided to take Italy as prisoner, to which Italy willingly accepted. Musket Man led him somewhere and I followed them. I got a nasty surprise when Musket Man led us inside.

"Malersha!" I croaked. Oh, yes, with a smug little grin, a teenage Malersha leaned against the wall. Since Musket Man and Italy didn't even look at her, it was safe to assume she was also a ghost.

"Holy Rome," she sighed. I could almost see the little hearts float around her head.

It made me want to puke.

"Malersha, go home!" I said quickly, even though I knew she had no home to go back to. She glared at me. "What are you even doing here?"

"I saw Germany here, and I realized it was your body," she answered. "Happened with mine too. But I didn't become a country, I became human. So with my body dead, yeah, now I'm officially a ghost."

I didn't understand a word she just said. A few hours later, and after Malersha stopped drooling over me, Italy found a guitar somewhere.

"Germany! Germany!" he said waving his arms. "I wrote you a song. Do you want to hear it?"

"Even though I'm your enemy?" Germany said. "Alright, let's hear it." Sometimes it amazes me how innocent and oblivious Italy was.

"Germany~. Germany~." Italy sang strumming his guitar. Malersha and I stood next to Germany and listened. "Germany is a really really nice place. Even though I'm your prisoner you give me food. And it doesn't suck like English food." It's funny because it's true.

After Italy was done his song, Germany began to get more annoyed and agitated. (Part of Italy's song was about how scary Germans were.) Italy was very happy around Germany. Was it because he sensed he was my body with a new soul?

Malersha explained to me what all this meant. Sometimes, when someone dies, their soul is knocked out of their body when they die upon impact. This is the case with me and Malersha. Since her body lived a second life and died, she is ready to move on whenever she wants. However, she wanted to stick around and see if she could find me.

Unfortunately, she did.

Long story short, once my body lives a second life (Germany's) I can pass on whenever I feel necessary. But Germany was a country. Who knows how long he'll live!

"Why won't you try to escape?!" Germany said.

"Eh? Why would I need to escape?" Italy said. "You give me food and care for me." Germany did several face-palms.

"I told you he's an idiot," Malersha said in a know-it-all voice. "Wait. Italy's a guy?"

"Hm. So kind of you to notice," I said.

"Oh, look," Germany said, opening the door. "The door's wide open. Why don't you go and run away?"

A confused Italy sauntered outside, chatted with some pretty girls, and wandered back inside.

"Useless…" Germany growled. He kicked Italy out of the building and out of sight.

"Italy!" I gasped as Malersha giggled.

"Maybe he'll break his neck," she said evilly. But to our surprise, Italy crash landed at Germany's feet.

"France kicked me back," he said.

"Why won't you just leave?!" Germany growled.

"Why would I want to leave?" Italy said again. "Maybe we could be friends!"

"Friends?" we all repeated.

"Yeah," Italy said. "Whenever I get in trouble, you can come save me, and I can save you when you get in trouble, although you shouldn't get your hopes up."

I really liked Italy for that. Having a pure heart. …Hey, I don't like like him! And get your mind out of the gutter!

"Friends, huh?" Germany said. "I've never had friends before, so I'll likely treat you badly. But… friends. This could work!"

"Yeah!" Italy said.

I felt so happy. I kept my promise. We did meet again, if you count my body. And we were once again friends…

"Um," Germany said. "We don't have to kiss now, do we?"

Huh?

"Nope," Italy said. "Unless you want to."

"You don't want to!" I shouted as I remembered a few key events. "Never again!" Malersha laughed at me.

Fast-forward a few years. It was World War Two. After Germany lost the first War, he was determined. But sadly…

He lost.

The Axis Powers lost the War when Germany's Führer, Adolf Hitler, committed suicide. It took quite the toll on both him and Italy, although the latter was oblivious. He became quite poor, but quickly became wealthy again.

It was around the year 1959 when it happened. I caught Britain gossiping about Germany. Then he decided to have some fun with Italy. (Malersha finally left to see the tourist spots.) Britain walked over to Italy and started his fun.

"I heard Germany's only pretending to be your friend," he whispered. "He sometimes makes fun of a doll that looks like you. And sometimes he puts dresses on it." That last sentence brought back memories.

With every word Italy became more depressed.

"Germany!" he yelled running to his ally. "Britain says you're only pretending to be my friend!" Germany looked shocked.

"You weren't supposed to tell him!" Britain yelled.

After a moment of silence and worry, Germany said something as I stood behind Italy.

"Lies," Germany said looking away. "They're not true. Actually, ich liebe dich. Ja."

Okay, I'm not sure how many of you know this basic German phrase, but it translates to... "I love you." I wondered if this was it. Would Italy finally know how I feel... or at least use to feel. I stood quietly and held my breath. What would Italy say to this?

"I knew it. I'm too pretty!" I literately fell over in shock. Germany just confessed his love to him and Italy does not get the significance of it!

And then it hit me.

This wasn't the little "girl" I used to know.