"Run Italy, run dammit!" Germany screamed over the roar of bullets coming from all directions.
Italy stood frozen, looking at his dearest friend with a look of utter horror, "G-Germany...?"
"Run! For sie love of gott, run!"
He stayed standing over Germany, ignoring his orders. "Are you, o-okay?"
Germany punched the ground in frustration, "No! I'm not okay! You know I'm not okay. If you don't get out of here soon, you won't be okay either!"
"B-but I can't leave you. I can't leave you all alone here, what if someone captures you?" Italy knelt beside him, pretending not to notice the pool of blood his knees were now in.
Germany 's tone was stern and low, "Italy...you have to go."
"But I can't leave y-"
"JUST GO OR THEY'LL KILL YOU, TOO!"
Italy swallowed hard, "No...no one's going to kill anyone."
Germany looked at him with painful blue eyes, "It's too late, you have to go. If you get yourself killed I'll have died for nothing."
"No! No, you won't die! You won't! You can't!" Italy's voice was shrill and pleading, he gripped Germany by the jacket and began to cry, "You aren't going to die! I won't let you die!"
"Please just go! Please, I never wanted you to see me like this! Just go!" Germany begged.
Italy looked through his tears and into Germany's blood smeared face, "No. I'll never leave you. Even if you die I won't leave you."
Germany's breathing began to slow, "Why are you doing this to yourself? Why won't you just run?"
Italy cringed and chocked on a small sob, "Because I...I love you."
"Italy, I..." Germany's breathing got even slower. Italy gripped his blood stained jacket tighter, as if holding on to it would somehow hold on to Germany's life. "...I love you, too." He placed one hand on Italy's knee and made a small smile. Italy tried smiling back, but ended up letting out a loud sob instead.
"Please, please don't die." He pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Italy, but I just can't..." Germany took a terrifyingly long pause, "...I can't hold on much...longer."
Italy burrowed his head and Germany's chest and let out loud, wailing sobs, "No! No you're lying! You can't die, you won't! You aren't going to die!" His face was covered in blood, but he didn't care, "Just think, tomorrow everything will be okay! We'll eat pasta and wurst and you can chase me around in training like always! Please, just don't leave me!"
Germany slowly shook his head, spaces between his breathing got even slower, and he spoke frighteningly soft, "No...Italy...I have to...go now."
Italy whispered, "No, no please." He no longer felt Germany's chest rising and falling. He bolted his head up and undid Germany's jacket, hastily pressing his ear to his chest, listening for any sign of a heartbeat. Dead silence. Italy shook his head in denial and pressed his ear harder in to Germany's chest. Still not a sound.
"Germany, please! Please no! You can't...you just can't die!" He screamed, wrapping his arms tightly around the now cold body. "Wake up, wake up! You can't leave me alone, please wake up!"
He looked up and the sky and screamed, "You can't just leave me!" Italy lowered his gaze back down to Germany's deathly white face, "...you left me." He muttered.
Bullets continued to fire around the two, some nearly missing Italy. It was only a matter of time before he was hit. He didn't care.
"I said I'd never leave." He whispered, "I'd never break a promise to you."
And then it hit him. A bullet fired from an enemy rifle. Italy fell forwards, across Germany, managing to open his eyes a sliver and see the face of the one he loved. He raised one hand slowly to Germany's face and smiled, "...I'll never...leave."