You clutched you weapon close to your chest. I can't believe I'm doing this, you thought, they are some of the world's most elite countries, and I just so happen to be doing this. You walked into a deserted room, everyone that had been on your team was dead, or getting there. You were the only one who emerged alive from the intensive warfare. Man, they shoot a lot, and WELL, they shoot WELL. Your head cried out against it, but it was your duty. You had to take him down. He was the last member of the Allied forces, and even though his brother started this, he had to finish it. And if you wanted to win he's who you had to finish. You walked up to the corpses covered in red, blooming on their chest, thighs and all over the ground. You picked up Prussia's head, and he whispered

"C'mon _ y-you c-can do it." He said in a raspy voice, giving you a weak smile before his head fell limp in your lap.

"Not without you, Ludwig, and Lovino." You whispered in a small voice as his eyes fell closed. You put his gently back on the ground, and crossed his right hand over his chest, right on top of his heart. You left the room and walked out into the open grounds. Japan lay to your right, red staining his white uniform, Ludwig, his chest with a huge red spot covering his chest. Feli, poor sweet Feli was lying to your left, red covering his left shoulder. You gently stepped over the bodies, clutching your gun closely.

"Stop right there!" you cried as a bush rustled, and out hopped a rabbit. Well, I guess I'm just a little nervous then. You thought to yourself as the rabbit hopped into the woods. You looked around staring worriedly into the woods as yet another bush rustled. But this time out stepped your worst nightmare. Arthur Kirkland emerged and walked up to you.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" he asked cynically, clicking his tongue twice.

"What?" You snapped, watching as he circled you with interest.

"I see there is only one way to win, and I don't like it." he said quietly, pushing you up against the wall. His hand slowly slid down to your stomach. I don't like the way this is going. You mumbled to yourself. Suddenly, before you could protest, his lips were on yours. The kiss was almost like a shower, hot, but not hot enough to burn you. You leaned in for more, as he held you closer. And all of a sudden, the world was turned to black, and fireworks exploded behind your eyelids. You kissed him back, demanding more, and his hands went to your waist. You noticed he wasn't hesitant, and more dominating than he normally was with you. The English gentleman was gone, and a new darker side had taken over. and you, against your better judgement, were loving it. As the time ticked down, he held you closer, breaking the kiss.

"_, I love you."

"What?"

"I said I love you, you git." he said, riffling your hair, and laughing as the words registered in your eyes.

"Oh. Well, then I love you too." you said.

"Yo, dude! What are you doing? Your supposed to hit her now. We have three seconds left of game time!" America yelled. You had forgotten about the paintball game, after the sudden 'announcement' made by England.

"Oh Fuck off you pillock!" Arthur yelled at his little brother. He hugged you once more before the buzzer rang. Everyone else got up, and took off their paintball gear.

"So, who won?" Prussia asked.

"Nobody." you said, smirking as Arthur pulled you in.

"Are you sure love, because I believe I won something." he said into your ear

"And what was that?" you asked sweetly

"You." he said with a smile, before you pulled him into one more, finalizing kiss.