"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 说 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 你 could zleep here in my bunk if 你 inzist, since 你 must." He sounded slightly agitated.
The small body landed on...
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