After the loss of his father and mother, Germany made his way to where his family used to be. His heart was pounding as the distant sounds of chaos grew louder—the world outside was noisy and overwhelming. He could feel the tension rising as unfamiliar voices and sounds approached. His hands shook as he reached for the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Desperate, he picked up a rock, making a small hole. Through it, he glimpsed something on the floor, but in his dazed state, he thought it was just a spilled drink, something his father often had. He pushed his arm through the hole and unlocked the door. When he stepped inside, his heart dropped. His parents were lying on the floor, still. Scattered near them were small pills.

Germany: "Papa? Mama?"

His voice trembled as he knelt down, confused and frightened. He didn’t understand what had happened, and as he held onto his father, the sounds from outside grew closer. He turned, his eyes wide, and saw people approaching—the ones his father had always warned him about.

Germany: "G-Geh weg! Du bist einer von den Bösen und Gemeinen!"

Tears streamed down his face as he clung tightly to his father's hand. Despite everything, he felt some comfort just being near him. But fear clouded his thoughts. The leader of the group spoke in a language he didn’t understand, and Germany's mind raced. Was this person here to hurt him? His thoughts spiraled as the footsteps drew closer.