America stared hatefully at the man with the gun, pointing straight at his forhead.
"I hate you!" He screamed, 'Where will I go? Will anyone TRULEY miss me?' America thought ruefully, his eyes stinging.
"Cuba, let's get this over with-da?" The Cuban nodded, smirking at the fallen hero. America now only had eyes for Russia.
"Kill me. No country will care-they'll be glad! So why are you hiding behind Cuba you demon!" America spat. Russia looked wavered for a second, and thought his choice over again, but before he got the chance to say he took i back-...he heard the bang and saw one of his lovely heroes slump to the floor.
"Done, what do we do with his body Russia?" Russia stared at America, after a minute Cuba got the point and left. That's when he collapsed beside America, sobbing quietly. He had to do it. But he never meant to play the murderer in his eyes.
"Russia..." Russia's head lifted to America's face, to see sorrow-filed eyes holding a faint but pained smile on America's face. Russia cuddled America into his lap.
"Da?"
"You-you're warm..." Russia's eyes' went wide.
"No-"
"Russia-I'm sorry...for thinking of you only as what people have been saying you are...you're my new hero."
America slowly grew limp, his blond hair tangled in his face. Those beautiful blue eyes forever closed and dull to Russia forever now. The excited smile, never to show itself again.
"America...why do I love you?" He whispered, as if America's soul was right next to him.
A light breeze comforted Russia's face,
*BANG*
Cuba ran into the room. Russia was on the floor holding America's body tightly to himself, and next to Russia's head, a gun. Cuba ran out, afraid and feeling stupid, leaving Russia to his peace.
"Because I do~..."
Sorry I just had this in my head! XP -Jazz