"You have 20 minutes." He heard a voice behind him say, but he didn't care for that voice, all that mattered for him was the man who sat on the bed.

"Nikolai…" he whispered. Said person looked over at him, a small smile found its way on his lips.

"Hey, what brings you here?" The bandaged man said in a hoarse voice. Romania trembled; he couldn't bear to look at his friend, not in this state of health.

"Are you alright?" Romania noticed that he was lost in thought and looked over to the person who spoke. He walked over to Bulgaria and sat down at his bed. He stared at the ground, didn't dare to look at his friend.
"Romania…?" Bulgaria mumbled and stared at his back.

"I can't believe how much this war escalated… So many nations died, so many of our countries' men died." He mumbled. Bulgaria continued to stare at him. Romania was right, the war, which started as a simple fight between two people, brought up such a horrible war.

So many people lost their lives, even a few nations were dead, disappeared. And now, close to the end of the war, Romania sat here by his best friend, who was bandaged up until the point where you could guess that not even a small patch of skin is unscarred.

Vladimir slowly turned to Nikolai. He looked him over. His whole body bandaged, the bandage around his stomach is once again seeping with blood, that once beautiful face is now marked with wounds and small parts of his skin are rotten away with the acid weapons a few nations use nowadays and those eyes… they seem so empty and dull that Vladimir wondered if Bulgaria is blind, but the focused look he received reassured him otherwise.

"I'm going to survive this, I promise. My body is already healing." He heard the other say. How could that idiot be so sure? Any normal human would have died already. Nikolai seemed to know his thoughts and sighed. "Why won't you believe me?"

"I can see you dying..." he mumbled, finally he managed to look at the other once again; tears are welling up in his eyes. No, he can't cry, not in front of him. Not yet…

There is still a small part that he couldn't control, all of a sudden, the Romanian hung on the other and started shake. "I don't want to lose you, Nikola, I can't lose you… I simply can't."

To say that Bulgaria was shocked is understandable. He never thought his best friend would lose his control like that.

"Vladimir. You won't lose me, even when my body disappears, I would be still there for you." Romania only whimpered. Bulgaria sighed softly.

"Promise something. If I die, keep living, move on, please. I love you too much to see you suffering."

Romania's eyes widened. "W-what?"
"Promise me that you'll move on."
"No… what was that you said?"
"I lov-"
"Romania, your time is up. He needs to rest," A voice said and dragged said person out of the room.

It had been 5 months since Romania last saw Bulgaria. Today was the last peace signature given; he could finally see him again and tell him that he loves him, too. Finally

But the shock came when he got back to the hospital Bulgaria was held.

"What do you mean, he is no longer here?! His house is destroyed, where could he be?" He yelled at the nurse. The nurse informed him that Bulgaria has passed away.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Popeşcu. It seemed that it wasn't just acid that his body was in contact with, but dangerous toxic chemicals, too." The nurse informed him.

"He had no chance to survive."