A lengthy battle came and went, leaving Germany mortally wounded. Italy,
America, and England rushed him an English hospital. Not wanting to see his
best friend in pain, Italy left the room and sat, waiting, for Germany to recover.
Slightly worried, America went to go watch him while England stayed with
Germany. After a while, England returned.
"Well? Is he gonna be ok?" America asked. England simply shook his head, not
wanting to speak for fear he'll break down crying.
"Y- you're kidding, England..." But one look at his older brother told him
differently.
"Someone should tell Italy..." America made a move to tell him, but England
stopped him.
"I'll do it. No offense, America, but you will make him feel worse." America
wanted to argue, but he grief had hit him too hard. He nodded at England, who
in turn patted him on the shoulder than left. America watched England tell him
the news, and Italy instantly denied it and started yelling. America couldn't hear
what they were saying, since the glass where the italian sat was soundproof, but
he knew when to intervene when Italy hit England. He wrenched open the door
and heard England say that Germany's last words had been spent to say that he
was sorry that he had to leave and he was glad that they were friends. Italy
calmed down, and the threesome went to see Germany one last time before
they moved the heroic germans body. Once they arrived at Germany's room,
they found Germany's wife, Ana, and his four year old daughter, Annie Frank,
named after a brave Jewish girl during the Holocaust. Both were tear stained
and red eyed. Annie turned around, saw Italy, tugged out of her mother's grip
and hugged the man around the legs. Italy picked up the girl and held her,
bracing himself against her for seeing Germany's body. It was covered in
bandages, pale, still and strangely peaceful looking. The monitor had been
removed, England noted, the slow beeping gone, replaced with the eerie silence
that drove a knife slowly through his heart.
"One heart stopped, three more broken." America thought, surprised he could
think that up, given the circumstances. "Uncle Italy?" A small voice cut the
silence. Italy turned. She was so much like Germany, with his blue eyes and
white blonde hair. Though only four, she had the personality of her father, tough
and no nonsense. But she had an underlying kindness, wiseness, and a free
spiritedness that seemed out of place in such a small body. Three weeks later, a
true German funeral was held. When Ana died of breast cancer, Italy became the
legal guardian of a 6 year old Annie Frank, Daughter of Germany.