You've known Gilbert—the personification of Prussia—from mutual friends—aka, his brother, Ludwig, the personification of Germany. He was proud, loud and never shut up about his awesomeness. You two often tried to get on each other's skin, but if there was one thing that made him shut up... it was his small, cutesy bird which he named after himself: Gilbird.

Today, Feliciano—the personification of Italy—had owned a party at his place. Many people were there, and you were having lots of fun, talking to people, eating... when, all of sudden, you heard frantic chirps coming from another room. You quietly walked over, opened the door, and... Gilbird immediately flied over to you, resting on your head and nuzzling itself in your hair. It seemed to be lost, since it was always hanging around Gilbert, and seeked reassurance in your presence. You smiled to yourself upon being this cutie's reassurance, and just as you took it in your hands, trying to calm it down...

SLAM! The door swing open, revealing a figure standing there with their hands on the door handle, gripping it tight.

"Where is it?! Where?!" — A frantic, urgent voice spoke up: Gilbert's. A hint of worry flashing across his figures. — "Where's Gilbird?!"