I never would of believed you if you told me that HE was capable of THAT. I couldn't believe you when you did. He was always so naive,so innocent. He wouldn't of done this. He's not a fighter. A killer. I am. He was always smiling and mass producing white flags and pasta.
You tell me to relax, that we'll talk to him about it. I didn't know I had hit you. But now I see where my hand had collided with your cheek. I'm sorry for that, truly I am, but I still can't believe HE would kill THIS MANY. He wouldn't even hurt that spider that was in the shower last week. Remember? He came and got you for help because I was outside.
I look around at the dead bodies of the Allies. His own family was dead. That's more proof that he couldn't have done it. He's innocent. In every possible way.
You tell me I need to stop trying to protect him because we need to find him. You say he's probably dramatized by this act of violence.
I agree.
We split up and I find him first.
He's huddled in on himself.
He's scared.
So am I.
He's covered in blood.
He wants to know if we are okay. He says it so sweetly, my heart squeezes. He says he thought he was too late. He says he killed them all.
I close my eyes as I hug him, tears falling silently down my cheeks. You were right. But I still don't want to believe it.
He holds me in a way that should of brought both of us comfort, but it doesn't.
His brothers won't take him back now. The police will get involved.
You come up behind us and he pulls away.
He doesn't want to look at us.
He says it was to protect us. The Allies were planing on killing us as we slept to take him back. He didn't want that.
He says we are not what people say we are.
He says he loves us more then friends, loves us like brothers.
I've never had a brother before.
Besides Prussia. But he wasn't always there.
I close my eyes as we stand up. He can't live normally among people after this. The word would spread fast and they'd kill him.
There's only one thing left to do.
You hand me the hand cuffs.
He doesn't understand but you say it's for the best. You explain why we are doing this.
He freaks out.
He doesn't like it.
I don't like it ether.
I hand cuff his arms together around the pole.
He's begging me not to. But you're telling me we have to.
It's better if we do it.
I put my pistol against his head.
A peacemaker.
I'll never know why.
I pull the trigger after muttering a sad good bye.
You watch silently as he falls.
I can tell you're sad.
I put the gun against my head, pull my trigger, and now I'm dead.
Well almost.
I see you cut your head off with the sword you carry. Your black hair falling in your eyes.
Romano gasped as he watched the news.
"The bodies of Italy, Germany, Japan, Britain, Russia, and America were all found dead at Central Beach last night at eleven thirty-"
Spain turned off the news. "I don't want to hear this right now."
Romano and France nodded. Neither did they.