The glow of morning filtered through the dappled lace curtains that blocked the majority of the sunlight from flooding into the earth-toned study. A burly man sat promptly behind an oak desk in a large auburn chair, quietly sipping a fresh cup of brewed coffee as his crystal blue eyes roved over the freshly printed articles of the daily tabloid. The stillness of the peaceful Sunday morning was shattered by the high-pitched wailing that whisked through the corridors and hallways of the mansion, making its screeching journey to the gloomy office belonging to Germany. At the disarrayed commotion, the man glanced up in alarm, scanning the room in search of danger. He found the crumpled form of a young man sprawled out across the Turkish rug that carpeted his wooden floorboards.
"Oh it's you, Italy
" He sighed, folding his newspaper before casually setting it on a decorative end table near his writing desk. He then approached the collapsed figure, who helplessly whimpered,