"Germany?" Italy peeked over at the big, strong, blonde country.
"Hmm?" he grunted drowsily.
The sounds of the night were just outside, leaking in through the paper thin walls of their tent. Strange birds cawed, crickets chirped, and leaves rustled in the wind.
"It's cold up here, and I can't sleep," he complained.
Germany đã đưa ý kiến nothing. He allowed the still silence to disturb Italy.
"Please, Germany!" he cried. "I had a bad dream, and it's scaring me, now."
"Vell, I suppose bạn could zleep here in my bunk if bạn inzist, since bạn must." He sounded slightly agitated.
The small body landed on...
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