Darkness
Germany stood on the edge of the giant, blazing pit, listening to the soft crackle of the flames. The flames licked at the bodies filling the air with the nauseating stench of burning flesh. He only looked on, his blue eyes stone cold and uninterested.
"Ve~ Germany...?" came a familiar hesitant voice.
Germany turned around and looked at his former ally. "Italy," he said.
The Italian's brown eyes shimmered as they filled with tears. "Why are you doing this?"
"It's necessary to win this war."
Tears slid down Italy's cheeks as Germany pointed a gun at his head.
"You also betrayed me and went to the other side," said Germany. "I don't like being betrayed."
Italy just stood there, looking up at his former friend. When had Germany become like this? It had been so gradual that Italy didn't notice until it was too late. He blamed himself. He had been by Germany's side more than anyone and he hadn't paid attention to the signs. He had remain oblivious as always, ignoring what was right in front of him.
Suddenly Italy found himself being pulled back and into a tight one-armed, protective hug.
"Don't you even think about it, you potato eating bastard!"
Italy looked up to see Romano with a deep scowl on his face, pointing a gun at Germany.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
Italy felt a wave of nausea hit him at the sight of a very familiar albino. Prussia. He had started all of this. He had brainwashed Germany.
"Come back to join the awesome party, that is Germany and the awesome Prussia, Italy?" the albino asked, resting an arm on Germany's shoulder and leaning against the blonde.
"You're both sick!" cried Romano. "You're killing innocent people!"
Prussia cackled, his red eyes blazing just a bright as the flames. "This is war! No one cares as long as they have someone to blame their problems on! It just happened to be Jews." The albino finished his statement with a shrug that caused another wave of nausea to flow over Italy.
"How can you be so heartless?" Italy whispered, the smell of charred skin overriding his senses.
Prussia scoffed, "If you can't handle this, how do you expect to win this war with the Allies?"
Romano began pulling Italy back, easing into a retreat. His eyes never left Germany, watching the gun that the blonde still held.
"Just let them go, West," said Prussia, with an evil grin. "They won't last long anyway."
When Germany tucked his gun back into his belt, both Italians made their exit. Italy looked back once more, before turning and running after Romano. His heart completely shattered.
"What a bunch of idiots," laughed Prussia, as both Germans turned back to the flaming pit.
"Are we really doing the right thing?" Germany asked, his eyes solely focused on the dancing flames.
"Eh? Are you going soft on me, West?" Prussia asked, turning to look at his brother. "Don't let that damn Italian get in your head. He knows next to nothing about war. We will win this war and soon we'll get our revenge."
Germany sighed, "Right."
Prussia smiled and slapped Germany on the back. "Now how about we go have a beer? We've been standing here all day and my feet are aching."
Germany nodded as he followed his brother. He stopped for a brief moment to look back and spot a pair of small boot prints in the ashes. He took in a deep breathe and exhaled before turning back around and continued to follow Prussia. A beer would do him some good.