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