日本

"Japan! Japan, are you in here? Nihon-kun…?" Shizuka opened the door to the piano room on the third floor and froze mid-step.

There, leaning against the leg of the piano, was Japan… drenched in his own blood. The once-white walls were covered with the liquid which was still steadily leaking from the many wounds on his body. The once-white piano was no longer white. It had been stained to become a dark crimson. The piano keys were no longer clear and beautiful, and the piano bench no longer shone of brilliance.

She shrieked and quickly ran over, kneeling beside him and looking for his worst injuries. She gasped as her eyes trailed over a critical hole in his stomach. Her hands shook and her eyes dilated.

"Shizuka-chan…?" Japan's weak voice broke her from her trance.

She immediately grabbed onto the hand that was outstretched toward her and kissed it, nuzzling and rubbing it to get warmth back to it.

"I'm sorry, Shizuka-chan… but it looks like this is the end for me."

Her eyes widened. No… This couldn't be happening! He was a nation! He couldn't just…

die.

"No, no, you can't die…! You can't! Please, I'll wrap your wounds… It'll be okay... Just stay with me…" She ripped off several long strips of her blue kimono at the bottom and began to wrap the worst wound around his stomach, being careful not to jostle him.

"Shizuka-chan."

His serious yet weak voice made her turn her face upward toward him, her eyes brimming with tears, on the verge of overflowing. "Wh-what is it…?"

He smiled sweetly at her, lifting his free hand to cup her cheek. "You know that I'm too far gone to save. Just leave me here."

She shut her eyes to keep her tears from falling, resuming her wrapping of his stomach. "I-iie… I'll help you… See? It's done… It'll be okay, now…"

He gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb, still smiling despite the effort. "Shizuka-chan… you are so very kind… But even though my eyes are dulled, I know that you are lying."

Her heart stopped at that sentence, a tear escaping her eye and rolling down to land gracefully on Japan's hand.

He wiped her tear away with his thumb and smiled again at her, more sadly than last time. "It's so… frustrating. 'Till the end… I wanted us to… get out… together…"

She shook her head in disbelief at the words coming from his mouth. "We will get out together… Don't give up… Nihon, aishiteru… Don't leave me…" She took the hand on her cheek into her other hand and softly kissed it.

"Shizuka… may I… ask you a favor?" he asked, his eyes growing all the more foggy.

She nodded, kissing his hands again. "Hai…"

"Smile for me."

The words caught her off-guard, her breath catching in her throat.

"Please… smile for me… just one last time…"

She swallowed and moved her face closer to his so he could see, smiling kindly as another droplet fell from her cheek and onto his lap.

His smile seemed to grow slightly, but was no longer able to touch her cheek as he wanted to. "Now, kiss me."

She blinked and closed her eyes, leaning closer and placing her lips on his. She lifted his hands to her cheeks, almost sobbing when she felt the life leave them. She pulled away after a bit, looking at him through her own clouded eyes.

"Anata mo aishiteimasu… Shizuka-chan…" And then his breath halted, his hands losing all warmth that had been gathered from her. He had died happily, peaceful, and with a smile on his face.

I promised I would work on my Hetaoni fanfiction, and so I did! This is just a short little thing I wrote with what bits of memory I had left from Hetaoni.

Instead of Italy coming across Japan in the piano room, I put Shizuka in there. Trust me: it killed me just as much writing this as it did for those of you who read it. Especially so if you love Japan as much as I do.

Hetaoni, Hetalia, and the characters do not belong to me. Shizuka is my overused OC.

Thank you for reading!

~ Draw Me An Eclipse