Germany was scared. For the first time since WW2. First, he loses Italy -sweet, annoying Italy- to Canada, no, this damned virus Glitchtrap. Now, Bitchtrap drags his bloody and unconscious brother by the hair and threw his limp form into the prison.

When the virus first took Prussia, Germany feared for his brother's life. But he always returned alive. Broken, bloody, but alive.

"They were right." Prussia told Germany about Glitchtrap. "His claws are massive. Sharp. Hurt like hell, too. But I can't be sure about the fangs. All he's ever done is stab stab stab."

Virus Italy snarled at Prussia, then poked the dead nation with a sharp stick.

Germany reached out and snatched it.

Italy screeched in surprise, dropping the stick.

"Italy, it's me, Germany." he pleaded. "Please, it's me, Germany, remember me?"

Dear, sweet Italy, who once looked up to Germany, now only glared at him with such hatred and contempt. Only three words left his mouth, "You hated me."

Only then did Germany understand how much he undervalued the weaker country.

"That's ENOUGH." Glitchtrap snapped at Italy. "You are dismissed, Virus 23887."

Italy stalked off.

Glitchtrap unlocked the cell, and took with him a sobbing Russia.

And he never came back.

Dun dun duuun! Cliffhanger! Sorry to those who love Russia. I had to kill off a character, but *spoiler alert!*, he lives. Good news for the Russia fans. Anyways, thanks for reading so far! Until next time, y'all!