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Chapter 16

Germany and Italy stepped off of the train together, holding hands. They were home, finally, and yet it wasnt quite home. Some countries were there to welcome them back from their journey to the Capitol and, well, hell. However, there were few. The Baltics and Poland, who seemed free and yet trapped, their eyes showing some kind of deep emotion that one didnt expect to see from them, especially the small, timid Latvia. Then there were the remaining Nordics. They had all been severly affected by the deaths of Sweden and Finland, that much was obvious. Yet, they spoke kind words to their southern cousin and didnt seem to blame him for the death of their kin.

Seborga came running up to Italy and hugged him tightly, tears streming down his pale face from tired looking emerald eyes. Italy cried with him, mourning the loss of the eldest of their brotherhood. The whole of the former British Iseles were there as well. Scotland spoke to Germany in a hushed tone, telling him that neither he nor his brothers blamed either Germany or Italy for Englands death. Behind him Sealand stood clutching Irelands leg and crying his eyes out whilst Wales comfortingly rubbed the youngest brothers back. A family mourning together.

The worst part about coming back was the fact that the pair had to attend a mass funeral. The bodies of countries did not decay, and 18 caskets were opened in the church showing the bodies of the dead. All of them looked as if they were sleeping, their hair clean, their faces washed and all their cuts healed. They were all wearing clothes of pure white cloth. This made them all look so much more innocent and free. They were free now.

The bodies were buried in a clearing in the middle of a forest inside the district 0.5 boundary. Each person got a headstone, with words from friends and family engraved on them. Each person got a mesage, but in some cases the messages were from anomynous senders. They also had their flags raised high, flapping proudly in the wind and showing off the colours of the country that lay beneath them.

germany cried with Kugelmugel, the bodies of their family placed right next to each other. The youngest boy had to live with Germany now, as his only caretaker, Austria, was now dead. Italy found that he had no more tears to shed, but he stayed with Seborga and comforted him. Life was so hard, and that was something Italy had learnt the hard way.

It had been a couple of weeks since Germany and Italy had returned home. Nothing was quite the same. It was so much quiter for the both of them now. They heard nothing from Seborga, who now locked himself in his room or Kugelmugel, who went into the forest everyday. The only time they went out was to buy food, because there was no other reasons.

Today was Italy's turn to buy the food, so he was walking to their little corner shop, run by some poor bugger from another district who was pretty much forced to work their or die. Apparently the crime was pretty bad, but the countries had never been informed of what it actually was. It seemed like the countries werent being told anything any more.

Suddenly a bush on the side of the road shook and a figure fell out of it with a sligh 'umph' as they landed on their back. Italy gave a small squeal and jumped back, getting into a fighting position to fend off any atackers. Then he saw that it was just a small child of maybe 5 years old and he relaxed slightly.

Then Italy furrowed his brows in confusion as something caught onto him. There were no children of this age in district 0.5. The youngest were the micronations, Sealand to be exact, and he was 12, over double the age of this child.

This child must have been trying to escape their district and had ended up here. This crime was worthy of execution. But, this child did not travel alone surely, he must have some adult, his parents, grandparents, uncle, aunt, siblings. Italy approached with caution and knelt down to look at the child.

It was a boy, and his hazel eyes were filled with tears. Italy could see from where he was kneeling that the boy had grazed his knee falling and it was now bleeding lightly. "Hello there." Italy greeted softly, gracing the boy with a small smile. The boy just looked up and stared into Italys eyes.

"Are you okay?" Italy asked, offereing the boy his hand. The child took it and stood when Italy helped him. "Yes mister, I am fine, hank you." the boy said, his tears almost gone now. "Where are your parents?" Italy asked, wanting to get as much information from this child as possible. This child who looked so familiar.

"I dont have parents. Never have had them." The child said bluntly, staring at the ground. Italy recoiled. So this childs parents must have died when he was very young. "So, you have no family?" Italy asked, sympathy welling up in him.

To this however, the boy nodded enthusiastically. "I have two brothers, but I dont know what they look like. But they are going to be fun and amazing." He said, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

Italy smiled as well. He reached his hand out and allowed the little boy to take it before walking back home with him. "I will look after you for a bit, is that okay?" he asked the child, who just nodded.

"I only have one more question." Italy stated, looking back down at the child, rather than foward up the road. "Yes?" The child asked curiously. "What is your name little one?" He asked and the boy just smiled.

"Oh thats an easy question." He stated happily. "I am Italia Romano!"

SORRY NOT SORRY.

Thank you all so much and for now this is goodbye.

Kiki Beilschmidt