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Austria sat at a window, looking out at the dreary weather outside. Of all the things he's done in his millennium of existence, what he just did was one of the toughest. Has any other country had to tell a fellow man that he no longer existed? Austria didn't think so.

He also felt a twinge of guilt, since the center of power in Central Europe had shifted to him after the Holy Roman Empire disappeared.

And now that poor little boy had to sit alone in that sorting room, mourning his lost identity and existence, consoling himself with the fact that Italia was happy (and it was going to screw him up further, if he ever found up that the girl he had loved was really a boy).

He saw a tall blond giant walk by with what looked like a herd of straw animals trailing him.

"Sweden."

Sweden stopped at Austria's call.

"The Holy Roman Empire. He's in the sorting room."

If Sweden was surprised, he didn't show it. "How?"

"How we're all here, I suppose. They've brought people long dead and people not even born yet here. The same probably applies to countries. Sweden. I had to break it to him that he didn't exist. I thought it better to come from me than you or France."

Sweden didn't say anything again, just clasped Austria on the shoulder in comfort. "I'll t'lk t'him." He left, his heard in tow.

Austria watched him leave, then looked at the violin that had been in his lap. He picked it up and began playing a sad song.