Author's notes:

erm, I don't exactly know how or why nations die but lets' just assume that they die like normal humans in this story. This is the first time I've ever written for Hetalia so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. And the sentences may seem like run-on sentences, but I meant them to be that way.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except maybe the plot.

Everything happened so fast.

There was a blur of browns and blues and a warm, warm body with deep amber eyes wrapping around me and suddenly there was the loud sound of a gun cracking through the air and I just stood there in shock while my dear, dear Italy took a bullet intended for me.

It was a war, and the threat of getting fatally wounded and dying was always, always present but it never once crossed my mind that Italy - cowardly but sweet, gentle and oh so beautiful - would be harmed by that threat because I always assumed that he would, like always, run away and hide and if he didn't, then I would be able to protect him and shield him from any sort of danger.

The possibility that Feliciano would be gone from my side because I failed to protect him like I always did never hit me as hard as it did right then as I sat on the ground, cradling Italy in my arms. Sweet, beautiful Italy was fading away so fast and I could do nothing but watch and hold him tightly as the colour that was ever present in his face drained away and I know that it is too late to do anything and even though I desperately wanted to save him I couldn't do anything at all.

"Germany…" he sighed out, reaching out with his hand, trying to reach my face but failing to do so because he was already so weak and fragile - even more than he usually was. I grasped his hand with the hand I wasn't using to cradle his still warm body to mine and I pressed his hand to my cheek because I knew that that was what he wanted to do and I could not deny him anything - especially now.

"Yes, Italy?" I whispered, afraid that if I spoke any louder my voice would break and I knew that if that happened I wouldn't be able to stop from breaking down more than I am breaking now and even though the world seemed to have stopped and nothing mattered anymore, I still did not want to lose control right now.

"I really, really love you…" he breathed out so softly and quietly that I had to bend down to his face, almost kissing his lips, just to hear him. Warm drops of water fell onto his face and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing even though I desperately tried to stop these damned droplets of water from escaping my almost non-existent control.

"I'm really happy that Germany… is crying for me, but…" he paused, a beatific smile gracing his pale features, " Germany looks better… when he smiles."

Please don't leave me alone.

I wanted to tell him those words, but somehow I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but hold him as his eyelids closed over his warm amber eyes and as his breathing slowed down and I was so damned useless.

"Italy…" I repeated over and over again, like a mantra, as he slowly withered away. He was getting cold and I wanted to be with him, wherever he was going because I needed him by my side more than anything and nothing really mattered if he wasn't with me. As he breathed his last, I wished to go with him and hear his voice and see his smile but I couldn't. I couldn't because he saved my life and I don't want to waste what he saved even though living without him will surely hurt more than dying.

"I love you."

He couldn't even hear me anymore.

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