• Germany blinked a little and looked around. All he saw was a filthy dingy alleyway. He could smell the garbage and stuff. But it made no difference to him he had no memories at all. The last thing he recalled was that he was gunshot. He sort of limped along dragging a small tattered and torn bear with him. He sighed a little looking down at the tattered shirt that was all he could find to wear, his hair falling down in his face a little as he walked shivering the cold ground hurting his little feet.

    He could hear the sounds of world going on around him. He just shivered his little breath hanging in the stagnant air as he kept walking. He had no idea where he was going to be honest. Where did he have to go? Nowhere was the answer he shivered as his little bleeding feet touched the snow. He wrapped his arms around himself to try to keep warm the bear pressed to his chest.

    He was so cold…he didn't know how much longer he could go on. He was so tired and sore and scared. He kept pushing forward though. As he walked he found a beautiful garden full of sunflowers and smiled a little pushing his way into them. He laid on the cold ground in the middle of the flowers and slept not caring about the cold anymore his little hand finding his mouth as he slept