The Untrimmed Garden

Part 1

"Ve....? Germany? G-Germany where are you-a going?" Italy ran after Germany but couldn't catch him. He started to tear up, "Germany what ever I did I'm-a sorry! I'll-a train! I'll train I promise!" He reached out for Germany but still couldn't reach him. "Germany..." He fell to his knees and started to cry. "Germany...I'm-a sorry.." He sobbed to himself. His vision turned black, and he woke up. He was gasping for breath, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "G-Germany?" He looked over and saw the back of Germany's head. "Good he's-a still here..." He yawned and got up. "I'm-a tired but I can't go back to sleep-a." He walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen. "What time is it?" He looked at the clock on the oven. "It's-a almost time for the sun to rise..." He looked to the window. "I guess I could go watch it." Italy walked out of the the kitchen to the front door. As he opened the door the light was already starting to leak from the horizon. He closed the door behind him and sat on the porch. The sun slowly rose from behind the trees, Italy reached out to touch it, it seemed so close, as if you could touch it. He looked to the garden as the sun had left the safety of the trees. "After all the wars, Germany hasn't had-a time to tend to the garden..." He got up from the porch and walked over to the garden. He bent down and looked at the overgrown garden, their favorite flowers were incased in weeds, and were slowly wilting away. He sat with his legs to one side, and looked sadly at the wilting garden. Something caught his eye and he turned to the forest. He squinted looking closely at the forest trying to focus in on what ever caught his eye. Something twinkled in the darkness, beckoning him. He looked to the house, "Germany will be waking soon..." The forest twinkled again. "He won't mind if I go for a little walk..." He got up and walked into the darkness of the forest...