Germany's visit to the marketplace had been less entertaining than he had hoped for it to be. It hadn't taken him long to figure out that the thoughts of every other person around were none he could hear like the ones of his brother.

So by the time Prussia got there, the younger nation had wandered on already. Not too far, however. Prussia may find him near a nearby playground, kneeling next to a fallen tree with a small tin box on his knees. In the box there were a few fresh leaves and who dared to look closer may even notice several snails on, between and underneath those same leaves with Germany picking further snails from the dead tree to drop them into his box.

His mind was occupied with a blissful blankness and a simple song he mentally hummed to himself while picking snails.