A full moon, illuminating the lake, and the two figures standing near the still water. One was on his knees, staring up at the other, pleading with his eyes. The other, standing with his gun pointed directly at the other's head, deadly silver glinting in the light. A voice speaks out, quiet, soft, hurting.
"Italia..."
The brunette smiles, a cold, pained smile, his finger resting on the trigger.
"I... I Love you..."
BANG
Blood runs into the water, creating ripples, dying the water a deep crimson. The gun is lowered, and a sad smile graces the killer's lips, and he murmurs,
,
"I love you too... Germany..."
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5 Years Later...
Feliciano Vargas stared out his window, watching the rain hit the glass. Each drop caused him to shudder, to grimance, when he remembered the water, turning red with his love's blood after he had fallen, after the bullet had pierced his skin. The splash of his body hitting the water echoed as the rain hit the ground, his last words replaying over and over in his mind.
"I love you..."
A tear slipped out of Feliciano's eye, hitting the window sill with a dull splash...
Today was the aniversary of the day Ludwig had died, the day he, Feliciano, weak and stupid little Italy, had killed him. How he was able to pull that trigger, he would never know. He had loved Germany, he still did, so why had he shot him dead? Why didn't he say no, say he wouldn't do it? He couldn't answer that, because he knew, he wished Germany wasn't dead. He missed him, he missed him so much it hurt. Everyday, he would see something that reminded him of the grumpy blonde, whether it be a photgraph, a necklace, or even just the chair where Ludwig used to sit. And everyday, he would feel a stab at his heart.
Footsteps, loud, heavy, snapped him out of his thoughts. Lovino's footsteps never sounded like that, nor did Antonio's. In fact, the only person who ever made steps that loud,
Was Germany.
Italy spun around, for a second expecting to see the german walking through the hall, book in hand, ignoring the italian completely, but instead he found air. Empty, lifeless air, and Feliciano could feel tears filling up his eyes. He sighed shakily, sadly, and started to turn back around when a voice made him freeze.
"Italia."
