"America," He croaked, looking up at his older brother, "Why am I here?" He had a vague idea of where he was, somewhere in his brother's country probably most likely in Washington underneath the White House in the bunker his brother built during the Cold War. Remebering all the times Russia and America came over to house during that war made him smile a bit, it was nice to have company, even if they were only trying to make him side with them.

Seeing what a nice day it was outside, Germany decided to take a quick afternoon jog, Three miles around the park sounds good he thought to himself.
Quickly putting on his shoes he left the room not even bothering to close his office door.