No one had thought it would really happen. Sure the more energetic and worrisome nations had feared it, but they always held that little bit of hope, that voice in their head that told them it was just a silly guess. However, here Italy sat, in his homeland, his people running, screaming for a savior, and Feli almost wished he was one of them. But the sad truth was, he was a nation, and if his land went down, so would he. The once energetic nation just watched sadly as the monstrous wave began to devour the land. With little thought, he softly sang his last word with a broken voice. "...Hetal-li-a..."