Welcome to my first english fanfiction!

Whew, this took my some time. It's probably awkward, I still have a lot of problems with English, so please, forgive my mistakes!

I hope it's not that bad...

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And now, enjoy my poor written story!^^

Everyhing was alright. The world was safe, I had Prussia, Italy, Japan and all my other friends by my side. I was happy. Everybody was. Life was just so...free of problems and worries.

Everything could have been so wonderful!

But I made a mistake. A huge, fatally mistake.

The mistake of beginning another war.

I know, judge me. The bad, bad Nazi-Germany again. But it wasn't like this. I feel terribly sorry for the other two world wars. What I did back then will always haunt me in my sleep. And that is a good thing, I deserve it.

Nobody is the villain here. We all were victims, stupid, stupid victims. There was a new terror organization, a really dangerous one. They tried, no, managed to infuriate ourselfs against each other.

I was full of hate, so much HATE when they killed him. They took my brother, the one person I promised to protect after his dissolution.

Yes, they killed Prussia. He disappeared two weeks ago and we searched everywhere. We asked Russia, and he said he didn't know anything. America didn't want to believe him and just ran into Russias basement. I followed, too worried and trying everything. I saw a dark room, nothing new inside, so I wanted to go on. But a bright color kept me from doing it. Was that...red?

Yes, it was the red of Gilbert's wide open, dull, red eyes.

It didn't look like he was sleeping.

It didn't look peacefully

It was horrible. He suffered, I could see it in his eyes, on his body, covered with injuries and dried blood,

As I came closer, I saw that someone just put a blanket over him.

Gilbert was naked. A bit of cum still on his cheek. I didn't even wanted to imagine what they did to him. I still did it, night for night.

I was so filled with anger, so much anger, hate and the wish to get revenge.

Yes, all I wanted was revenge. Killing Russia, slicing his throat open, watching him to choke on his own blood. His dead won't be peaceful.

Was the only thing I could focus on

I wasn't myself back then.

And ways too blind to see who really did it.

After some days I just declared war on Russia. Without a warning.

France and Spain immediately joined me, full of anger and the will to get revenge as well. We all needed to avenge Prussia, that's what we thought.

You can call us cowards, we really were some. Fighting over a single person. But you don't understand. You don't UNDERSTAND what we saw. You didn't see him, you didn't THINK OF how much he must have suffered.

What I didn't know was that right after I declared the war, Russia got a package. A really horrible package. I didn't knew it until the war ended. It was his sister, but not in one piece anymore. Someone, today we know it was a member of the organization, cruelly seperated her into small pieces, sending this all to Russia, together with a letter who said it was me, as a revenge for my brother. After that, the chaos began.

Soon, China joined Russia. Of course, they always stick together. For them I am a cold murderer anyways. And the family bonds were stronger than the ones for your friend, because soon Japan followed Russia as well, just not wanting to leave China alone. I didn't even feel betrayed, just hurt inside. I thought he would at least talk to me, but he didn't. In my opinion, back then, I thought Russia must had given them a brainwash, or treatened them that he will do the same he did to Prussia to them or their family.

Of course, America joined us, he couldn't miss a chance to piss Russia off. England soon followed.

Russia blamed me for the dead of his sister but I just laughed it off, I didn't know what happened and thought he only wants to make me a muderer in public.

There was only one person, one small person who wasn't involved.

Italy.

It broke him. He saw friends and enemies fight against each other.

Everyday the war got worse, ended up in even more hate whenever new victims followed. After bombing a french city, France anger got worse. So did China's after we started to attack his cities.

Italy only cried, begged for me to stop, end it all. He couldn't stand seeing his own friends fight each other. He couldn't see all the suffering and anger.

And he couldn't stand me. Yes, he even was scared of me. I was cold, emotionless, restless. I didn't sleep, nor eat a lot. I was just focused on fighting, getting revenge. Too focused and blind to see what I did to him. Too blind to see how Italy slowly breaks.

At some point the war got worse enough for everybody to fight, but this time not as nations, but as humans as well. It had been a long time since the nations actively entered a battlefield.

By now not only France, Spain, America, England, Russia, China, Japan and I were invilved, but every country, no matter if they wanted it or not. Except for Italy who I protected with all my power

Then, after some years of a never ending war, we all stood in front of each other.

Japan, China, Russia on the one side

And

America, England, France, Spain, me, and, just so he doesn't get hurt and captured as well, Italy on the other. Even though he still didn't join the war, he saw the battlefield. I did it for his safety but it only hurt him even more.

We looked into each others eyes, not as friends who shared the same room, talked and trusted each other but as enemies. Enemies who are ready to kill each other at any will.

No soldiers were around, only we nations stood there.

For some time we only stared at each other.

I got a knife, right in my sleeve, and for Russia the others and me looked unarmed.

„So, this is how it will be decided?" Russia said, his sweet yet hard voice can be heard all around, thanks to the wind.

„Looks like you will be deleted from the map soon, just as your brother"

I clenched my wrists and gritted my teeth. HOW DID HE DARE-

„Ohh, was that a weak spot. It hurts right? I hope so. It should hurt more, as much as the pain you brought to my sister" He looked at me like he can kill me just with his gaze.

I wanted to kill him. There he stood, a few meters away from me. One slice and this wil be over, one slice and he finally will stop to breathe. I would have finally avenged my beloved brother.

It was a war between me and him anyways.

I stepped forward and so did he. We looked into each other eyes, seeing the anger. I didn't see Italy coming closer as well.

Just in this moment I wanted to end all this. A new wave of anger overcame me and I raised the knife, running forward to Russia. I quickly stabbed the knife into his body, breathing fast and looking at him „It's over"

But he just looks at me with wide open eyes.

Then I looked down.

That wasn't Russia's throat.

That wasn't Russias body.

That wasn't Russia's blood.

It was Italy's

He covered Russia. Tears are streaming down as his face as the knife I was holding stuck in his throat.

„Not..another...stop..."

He managed to say before slumping.

Dead

He was dead

I killed him, with my own hands.

I didn't take out the knife.

I just kept staring at him, not caring for Russia, China or anyone else.

The next thing I knew was waking up in a small, black room. Russia brought me there. He didn't try to kill me, I was surprised.

He won the war, but didn't take our territory. I didn't wake up for several days, when I was blacked out the terror organization sent the world a message. They did their job, left a mark on the history nobody will forget. They laughed at us, telling us who killed their beloved ones.

After that, we began to rebuilt the earth. Everybody was surprised, we thought the war would never end until Russia or me were dead.

This is how I experienced it.

These are my memories.

I don't want to show anybody that this all isn't my fault. I just want to show you my truth, my reasons for the war and my feelings.

I don't want you do understand me either, or forgive me.

You wouldn't do that anways, after all I did.

But I just can't stand life anymore. I killed so many people, ruined so many countries, started so many wars...it's too much guilt for me to face

I know, I know, now I am even running away now. I should just go on, this is my fair punishment.

But I really can't, I am sorry. My love left, my brother left, I am just done.

I don't even mind running away like a fool anymore.

If you read this, even though I doubt you will ever do that, but if you do read this, I will lay in the room next to this one. Don't even try to wake me up when I lay there, I know how to cause injuries who bleed enough to kill myself.

It's better like this anyways.

Oh, and I shouldn't be impolite.

Good bye, to whoever is reading this.

We will never meet again

Aaaand I'm done! Hope it was at least a bit sad.

And yet I don't feel sorry for killing all these people :D