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There was a pounding at the door. Lukas froze. Without meaning to, he walked to the window and peeked out. Emil was outside. He had his arms wrapped around himself and he was shivering. What? How? Lukas had carried him far away while he was still asleep. He couldn’tve found his way back. “Big brother!” Lukas shouldn’t have been able to hear the toddler, but he was. Emil raised one tiny fist and pounded on the door. The pounding sounded extra-loud and desperate. “Let me in! Let me in! I’m so cold!” “Emil!” Lukas called. He wanted to rush to the door and open it for the boy, but he couldn&rs

March 23, 1867 “I w-wonder why he’s c-called us.” Three sets of footsteps tapped down the hall to Russia’s study. The Baltics had been called down for something “very important.” “I don’t know,” Estonia said. “I hope it’s nothing bad,” Lithuania added. “M-Maybe,” Latvia stopped. “Maybe he’s g-giving us independence?” Lithuania sighed. “It’s probably nothing like that.” Latvia frowned and continued walking. Of course it wasn’t. He’d been under Russia for more than a century and a half. He could barely remember a

“Why are we here again?” Germany was a few strides behind Italy, who for once was eager to get somewhere. They walked through the large arch, and Italy turned around after a few yards more. “Because we’re waiting,” he said. Then he plopped down in his spot, crossed his legs, and gazed with his ever-closed eyes at the arch. “For what?” Germany asked, sitting down next to the Italian. “It’s so nice that you came this time,” Italy said. “Sometimes it gets lonely doing it all by myself.” “What are we waiting for?” Germany repeated. “It’s who, not what,