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 It has been a few months since his death…all the countries think I have moved on but France and Prussia. I can still feel the worried pitiful glances at me and though we are in a meeting right now I swear after every comment I make with the fake smile to match I can tell they are giving the look of “if you need to talk I’m here”. I know there only trying to help but bar hopping and hitting on chicks isn’t helping me forget…I can’t forget…I guess this is my own punishment. I still remember his last words to me b-before he died. I close my eyes as quickly as I can after I thinking that hoping nob