I'm Not Insane - GerIta"How are you, Isaly?"Ve, I'm doing well, Germany!... and yourself?"... I'm fine. Enjoying your coffee?".... I can't taste it Germany....".... I'm sorry."---Germany flipped through his newspaper, expression as cold as ever, a warm cup of coffee in one hand. The table was oddly empty, the house completely silent- he was alone. Nobody else lived with him, and nobody had visited him in months. Not since that day.Not since Italy disappeared.---The snow was stronger than Germany had ever seen before. It was nearly blinding, and when he attempted to lift a foot, he was nearly knocked over. Italy was nowhere to be found, and when he
* Dies *
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