10th year anniversary of that year when three amazing and unique people parted ways with others on earth, leaving behind people that they will never stop missing them and craving for them with every essence of their being.

A young man with dark brown auburn hair, a slightly tanned complexion and large green hazel eyes sat at a table with his forehead resting in his palm. He was nearing the end of his childhood, within a few weeks turning 18, but that shouldn't fool anyone; his intelligence was far beyond anyone his ago, mastering almost every spoken language on earth fluently, resolving major global issues and being able to solve a Rubik's cube in under a minute. He was capable of so much, just couldn't seem to stop arguing nations at a meet. Orlando perked his head up and now saw his father arguing with a certain German; naturally everyone else was busy with someone they were yelling at, watching the conflicts or about to smash their phones while playing flappy bird. This began to become tiresome, so Orlando pushed himself up out of his seat and hoisted himself up onto the table, looked around for a second. He then whistled and gestured over to a ginger man with green eyes, bushy eyebrows and wearing a green vest with a shamrock on his tie.

Orlando: smirking at the man while speaking Irish at him
Más mian leat, damhsa beag? (Feel like a little dancing)

Within seconds the ginger spat one last crud comment at Arthur and bolted over towards the table, pulling out his phone and selecting a certain song while he jumped onto the table in mid air; ensuring the volume was at its max. He gently placed down his phone and took his position along with Orlando, as soon as the traditional Irish jig music began the pair started to dance the Irish jig; stomping all along the table while cheerfully smiling. This caught everyone's attention and a heap load of disappointed and confused stares. Once the song had completed Ireland grabbed his phone and jumped off the table, taking his seat and preparing himself to listen to what was about to happen next.

Orlando: strutting up and down the table while glaring at everyone
Take your seats right now, let's get this meeting in order!

Romano: glaring at Orlando
Orologi che si spegne ordini a, io sono tuo padre! (Watch who you shout orders at boy, I'm your father)

Orlando: pointing at a seat
Il più veloce si ottiene questo fatto, il più veloce non è necessario per vedere il tedesco. (The faster we get this done, the faster you don't need to see the German)

With that Romano dragged Feliciano over with him to a seat and sat down, hoping others will take their seats too; unfortunately not everyone was as easily influenced.

Wang: crossing his arms
Wǒ 4000 nián suì, wǒ méiyǒu gàosù shénme yīgè xiǎohuǒzi zuò de! (I'm 400 years old, I'm not told what to do by a boy)
Zūnzhòng nǐ de cháng bèi! (Respect your elders)

Orlando: glancing quickly over at Alfred who was sitting down eating a hamburger
Wǒ kěyǐ dédào zhèxiē qián láizì ā'ěr fú léi dé huílái, rúguǒ nǐ tīng wǒ shuō. (I can get that money back from Alfred if you listen to me)

Wang's eyes widened and he walked over to take a seat.

Wang: nodding his head as he takes a seat
Guāi háizi, hěn cōngmíng (good boy, very smart)

Something had just struck Orlando, he now has everyone seated at the table and all concentrating on him, who was still standing on top of the table; what now?

Orlando: rubbing the back of his neck nervously
What's this meeting about again?

Gilbert: glancing down at his sheet with a raised eyebrow
Racism?

Orlando: kicking up his other foot and slamming down on the table sitting
Ludwig, was sind die Statistiken über die grafische Darstellung? (Ludwig, what are the statistics on the graph)

Ludwig: shuffling through the papers
Indien, Amerika, Australien, Russland, England sind nur einige der Hauptschuldige des Rassismus. (India, America, Australia, Russia, England are just a few of the major offenders of racism)

Belgium: butting in
Deutschland ist auch ein wichtiger Täter, die Geschichte nicht nur Luddy verschwinden! (Germany is also a major offender, history just doesn't vanish Luddy)

Ludwig: snapping at Belgium
Nicht über mein Land Geschichte sprechen! (Don't talk about my country's history)

Belgium shoved herself out of the seat she was seated in and raced over to start another argument with Ludwig, now bring the whole meeting to an end again. Romano wasted no time with helping Belgium, of course that also summoned Antonio, Feliciano and everyone else to either take sides or make little wags with each other over the victor of the fight. Orlando became disheartened and slipped off of the table, sneaking out of the room and sitting all alone in the corridor, waiting for the time to go home, knowing that nothing has been achieved. He then heard another person sit next to him, they both sat there in an eerie silence before one of them mumbled something.

Gilbert: looking at his shoes
Vhy are jou pushing jourself so much?

Orlando was silent, he looked at his shoes too and slightly twitched his ankle.

Orlando: sighing
I don't know.

Gilbert: tensing up his shoulders
I miss them as much as jou, it's hard to believe it's been 10 years; ... I hate how no one talks about them much anymore.

Orlando: looking at Gilbert with wide eyes
How...?

Gilbert: smirking
I've known jou jour vhole life, I know vhen jour sad, lying, angry, hungry vand everything in between.

A soft smile played on Orlando's lips.

Gilbert: getting up onto his feet
I don't suppose jou vant to ditch vthis unawesome place vand go get a nice cool treat?

Orlando: jumping onto his feet enthusiastically
Are you talking about getting some pistachio gelato?

Gilbert: pointing at the exit
Pistachio? Nein! I vas talking about beer, but I guess we can get some pistachio stuff too.

The two walked off down the corridor calmly making their way to the exit, Orlando was clearly going to be a fantastic nation; all that's missing is a plethora of greenhouses in Greenland for his olive trees.

Peter: poking his head out of the door
Gilbert! Orlando! Where are you both going!?! The meeting is still on!

The micro nation narrowed his bushy eyebrows for a second at the pair and then returned back to his cheery faced self; shrugging his shoulders and returning back inside.

Everything you, Noelia and Abree had taught Orlando has shaped him into the person he is today, using all yours wisdom to better Greenland, Italy and the world. Not a day goes by that he doesn't think about you all, this is safely said for all, except some are just too afraid to admit their grief; those who do however are stronger people, embracing their grief to mold them into who they are.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal ~ Albert Pike

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them ~ George Eliot

We do not remember days, we remember moments ~Cesare Pavese

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See ya in the final Author's Note, if you want XD

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly
(I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade... And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party. ~Ron White)