Italy followed the sparkle each time it glowed Italy changed it's path going further and further into the darkness. He was only wearing one boot and was holding the wilting flowers. "I hope this was a good idea.." Italy whispered to himself. He looked to the towering trees above him, and saw the sky, it was bright now, or so it seemed Germany should be up by now. He looked around for the sparkle, but nothing came, telling him to keep going forward in the darkness. He would constantly hear scurrying in the bushes things that would usually scare him, but now he felt calm, as if he could do anything and not be scared. His sock was now soaked and covered in mud, leaves and other things. He looked down at it and decided to go barefoot, he took off his shoe, and socks, and continued walking. He saw the sparkle to his right and immediately turned to follow it. "I wonder where this is take me..?" He asked himself, "I wonder how Germany is.. If he even cares I'm gone... Why would I think that of course he cares... Well.. I... Never mind..." He came to a clearing, and the sparkle was coming from the center. "Do I need to go to the center?" He hesitantly went to the center and stood next to the sparkle. He reached down to touch it, and as his finger came in contact with it, the area lit up, showing beautiful flowers, trees and no weeds anywhere, it was the perfect garden. He happily went to the flowers, but as he got close the area turned to a wilted, weed filled garden. "What's happening?" He felt so sad seeing this. Tears started to roll down his cheeks uncontrollably, and he fell to his knees. He felt weak, and tired, and in the center of the clearing he fainted.
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The Untrimmed Garden
Short StoryAfter so many wars Germany hasn't had time to tend to his garden, so after England casts a spell by accident and creates constrictor vines that track and lure their targets, how will the German and Italian survive?
