"Sigh... I heard you and Russia broke up. You are Germany, right?" You heard a slightly taller country say your name, a sad smile on his face. You were gazing out to the huge river, leaning against the railing of the bridge that went across it. He stood next to you, his chin resting in his hand. "I'm France. And I understand how you feel.. it sucks, doesn't it?" He said with a sad smile, sticking his hand out for you to shake it.