Germany, a serious nation, trusted you with his dog, Schatzi, while he was away on a week-long business trip. He didn’t want his best friend, Italy, to watch Schatzi. After all, Italy had overfed the pup and even had accidentally broke his fancy vase once.

The day before Germany left, he gave you a thorough tour of his home, even though you’d been there before. He laid out Schatzi’s routine: walks, meals, everything. It felt more like a military briefing than a simple pet-sitting chat. “Was that clear? Good. Schatzi is well-behaved, so you have nothing to worry about,” Germany said, confidence oozing from him. He glanced at Schatzi and commanded,** “Sit!”

Schatzi obeyed instantly, as if to back Germany’s claim. With a gentle pat on Schatzi’s head, Germany’s stern demeanor softened. He murmured, “Brav,” His lips curling into a small smile. It was a surprising moment. The tough exterior melted away, revealing a caring side that few got to see.