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"No…" I breathed. "Please… you can't do this to me!"

"I can't, huh? Would you like to see me try?"

I covered my head with my arms and buried my face between my legs. "No…please! You just…you just can't! You don't understand, we've known each other for how long now? And now you've decided to kill your best friend?"

He snorted. "'Best friend'? Are you serious? Since when were we ever friends? You may have thought we were… but I never grew close enough to you to consider you a 'best friend'. We were merely nations working with one another. And now I'm tired of your slacking. I'm tired of your pussiness. I'm tired of your complaining. And now it's about time that I end it, ja?"

My eyes shrunk in fear. "Please, don't! Germany, you don't understand at all! I never meant to be in your way, I never meant to do anything like that! I was just trying to help all of those times!"

He held me at gunpoint. I've never seen Germany like this before. He seemed like he didn't mind my stupidity. And now it's like he cracked…like he's tired of me holding him behind…

"…You wouldn't be able to understand how bad I'll feel after I do this, Italy. I never went as far as to kill a nation on my own free will, but you've just done it. You're holding everything behind, my boss as gone so far as to abuse me for all of this nonsense. All because of you, I have to suffer through my boss's abuse. I don't think that's fair, so you should be the one to die, ja? We've known each other for a while, but I'm done." He paused. I could've sworn I saw a tear fall from his cheek. I shook my head.

"You're crying." I mumbled. "If you truly want to kill me, why are you crying? What's stopping you?"

"I know you mean well, Italy. I know that the way you act is just because it's the way you are, and I don't expect you to change it for me. I don't want you to be hard and strong like I am, because it screws you over in the end. But… you're just too… you. That's why I resorted to this. Now…" He kneeled down and held the gun under my chin. The cold tip of the nozzle aimed under there wasn't uncomfortable, really. It felt kind of nice, in fact. The coldness resting against my chin, cooling my body off little by little. It sent chills down my spine. He looked into my eyes.

"I promise, you won't feel anything. This will be over pretty soon, alright? I will make sure that you feel no pain, absolutely no pain. In a few seconds… you'll be…" He caulked the gun.

"…dead."

And he pulled the trigger.

I shot up in the bed, panting heavily. I held my head in my hands, sobbing quietly. Germany had gotten up and he cradled me in his arms, rocking me back and forth.

"What's wrong?" was all he could say. I've never done this before. I've never had a dream as violent as that one, and it worries me.

I sobbed louder as I buried my head into his chest. "Germany…" I murmured, barely able to speak. "Germany…"

"I'm here, shh…" He mumbled into my ear. "Shh, everything's going to be all right, now tell me what's wrong."

I calmed my crying down and looked up at him. "It was a dream. A dream like no other, Germany. I don't understand it at all." I shook my head. "Me and you…it was me and you in the dream. You held me at gunpoint, claiming that I was just a pussy and that you're tired of it. You finally cracked, Germany. You were tired of me; you said we weren't friends in the first place. You knew I meant well, but you decided to kill me anyway. It didn't hurt, though. I felt no pain at all, isn't that the weirdest thing ever?"

I let out a huge breath and hugged Germany. He patted my back. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Germany asked me after a while.

"I'm not sure. It probably means nothing, but still it worries me. My dreams are never violent. And usually when they are, something bad's about to happen…"

Germany nodded. "I remember the last time…"

We never spoke for what seemed like ages. I shook my head and gave him a smile. "How about we forget it and try to sleep again. I didn't mean to wake you up like that. I'm sorry,"

Germany shook his head. "It's all right," He sighed as he lay back down, pulling me down with him. He held me in his arms while I rested my head against his chest. "Just sleep well, all right?"

"All right," I mumbled, "Good night. I love you…"

"I love you too."

"All right, to start off our training today…"

I tuned out of his lecture. I couldn't think straight after that rotten dream. The only thing I could think about is what might happen next. What is waiting for us in the near future? What's going to happen to us…? And possibly every other nation…? Is Germany prone to going insane? Is he prone to being so insane as to go far as killing me because I'm worthless? I do nothing but complain…?

"Italy, I want you to run around this block once, just to get you ready for the day's training, all right? I'm going to cut you some slack because of the issue this morning. When you're done, we'll try some combat practice, and we'll even try the grenade again today. Hopefully you'll be able to get it right… And Japan, I want you to do combat practice with me while Italy is running. Then you'll both switch and Italy will train with me while you run."

"Hai, I understand."

Germany loves me…he wouldn't do anything to me like that…He knows how weak I am, he knows that I depend on others, and even though he may get tired of it after a while, he still loves me and it wouldn't change. He wouldn't dispose of me because I'm so pathetic and stupid. He loves me…He loves me… He loves—

"Italy, did you even hear a word I said?" Germany walked slowly up to me, waving his hand in front of my face. "Italy…? Are you alright?"

I jumped and looked into Germany's eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Uh… What were we doing, now?"

Germany sighed and shook my head. "Pay more attention. It really does help in the long run. Now, like I said before…"

I smiled. He wouldn't get rid of me. I know that. I'm just too cute and innocent to get rid of!

Author's Note: This was originally meant to be an actual story, but I didn't know how I could continue this. I felt that if I continued it even more, the story would be just drawn out and horrific, so I ended it there. I thought that would be the best solution, anyway.

This is my first short story and I'm pretty proud of the way it turned out! Reviews are greatly appreciated!

EDIT: It's now a full story, as I'm sure you all have realized by now. I also fixed some minor errors that I had found.