Title: Grief and Melodies: France's Unforgettable Nightmare INT. FRANCE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY France is sitting on his plush couch, sipping a glass of red wine and casually flipping through his collection of vinyl records. The room is filled with art, vintage furniture, and an unmistakable French charm. Spain barges in, holding a saxophone tightly in his hands, completely unaware of his nudity. SPAIN: Hey, France! You won't believe it, but I just learned to play the saxophone! Wanna hear me? FRANCE: (Startled, spilling his wine) Espagne, what are you doing?! You're naked! Spain looks down, realizing his embarrassing state. SPAIN: Oh! My apologies. Habits of being comfortable at home, you know? France reluctantly agrees, not wanting to hurt Spain's feelings. FRANCE: Fine, fine. Play for me then. Spain sits down on the nearby chair, proudly holding the saxophone to his lips. As he starts playing a jazzy tune, France's expression changes from surprise to absolute shock. FLASHBACK - EXT. CAFE IN PARIS - DAY France and Spain are casually sipping coffee and enjoying the Parisian atmosphere. FRANCE (V.O): Spain and I are good friends, sharing laughs and enjoying each other's company. So when he excitedly mentioned he had learned to play the saxophone, I anticipated some pleasant melodies. BACK TO PRESENT - FRANCE'S LIVING ROOM France's face contorts with fear as he recalls the haunting moments from the cafe. FRANCE: (Horrified) No! Please, stop! Spain, completely unaware of France's distress, continues playing. The haunting melody and the memories it triggers overwhelm France, sending him into a state of panic. EXT. FRANCE'S BATHROOM - MORNING France stands under the showerhead--clothing still on, visibly shaken and with tears streaming down his face. The water cascades down his body, metaphorically cleansing his distress. FRANCE: (Vulnerable, crying) Why did Spain have to play the saxophone naked? And why did it affect me so much? Suddenly, there's a soft knock on the bathroom door. SPAIN (O.S): France, are you okay? I noticed you ran off after I played. Did I upset you? France takes a deep breath, collecting himself. FRANCE: (Lacking confidence) No, no, I'm... I'm fine, Spain. Just a bit overwhelmed, that's all. After a brief pause, Spain's voice changes, reflecting genuine concern. SPAIN (O.S): France, if there's something you're not telling me, please know you can confide in me. I would never want to hurt you intentionally. INT. FRANCE'S BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS France wipes his tears, realizing he can't hide his true feelings from Spain any longer. FRANCE: (Quietly) Spain, that saxophone melody triggered something in me. It reminded me of a time I'd rather forget. Shell-shock from the Great War. Spain's eyes widen, finally understanding France's turmoil. SPAIN: Oh, France, I had no idea. I'm so sorry. INT. CAFE IN PARIS - FLASHBACK France trembles while seated in a cafe as the sound of distant explosions and gunfire echoes in his ears. The flashbacks intensify, showing the atrocities of the Great War. BACK TO PRESENT - FRANCE'S BATHROOM Spain opens the door slightly, his expression filled with empathy. SPAIN: France, I never want to cause you any pain. Can we put this behind us? I promise to be more considerate from now on. France nods appreciatively, finding solace in Spain's heartfelt words. FRANCE: Thank you, Spain. Your understanding means the world to me. They embrace through the bathroom door, a rekindled bond forming between them. FADE OUT.