BERLIN's P.O.V

Numbing coldness blanketed me, stabbing at my insides. It hurt to breath, as the ice shards poked through my lounges and scratched at my throat. I could barely move; I was so weak. I could feel nothing but the aches and pains of my injuries and the feeling of my very own life being drained from me. The taste of stone and cement rang in my mouth, as if I ate nothing but rocks and roads. It won't be long until I die, and my existence would no longer be seen in this world.

I sat back against the wall, eyes closed, and could see nothing but darkness. I was too weak to even open them, and was too weak to do anything. I swallowed hard, feeling the warm saliva slide down my throat slowly. The darkness that my closed eyelids possessed matched with the cold feeling I had. All dark, lonely, and the color and feeling of death never took a break to take over me. The darkness were just like the communists on the other side of this wall. They wanted me, dead or alive.

I slowly raised my eyelids, peeking out of slim slits, partially revealing my ice-blue eyes. I could partially see the ruins that rested before me, and beyond that was an alley way, giving way to the western part of my territory. I could see some of my people, huddling together on broken cement peices or standing around, waiting for their next meal to arrive from the planes that dropped them. I weakly smirked, feeling thankful for the few contries that were wasting their time helping Germany and I. It wasn't necessary, knowing that I was going to die any way if this kept up. They were trying so hard, but yet my people were still dieing along side me. Dieing from the cold, chilly nights and from not getting enough food to fill their slinking bodies. They were there, dieing next to me, but also dieing for me.

I groaned, clenching my fists -or I believe I did anyway, of what little feeling I had left. I wish this pain would end right now, make this fight for me stop. I wish I would just fade away right now, and save Germany all this trouble. Oh, how I have failed him, and how I have failed my nation from defending them from the Soviets. I have failed my family, my friends, and my punishing result was death. It fit perfectly, for I was giving up on my life. I give up trying to fight when the truth was I can't, especially not now. I give up trying to help make the best of my nation when I couldn't even make the best of myself. I give up, I give up, I surrender. Let me die, I don't care, it would save me a lot of pain, and it would end my people's suffering.

Mein Gott, just let me die already...

RUSSIA's P.O.V

I walked up to the wall along with China and my general. We were all here to disguss further actions of what to do with our stubborn western side of Berlin. They just won't give up, will they? When will those Germans learn that they can never win? Their faces will always get crushed, and they will always fall down.

I watched as General Winter placed one of his gloved hands on the wall, and slowly walked down it's side with his coat gently scraping against the pavement. Every boot step he took, a loud thud followed, and I could tell by the way his jaw was set that he was smiling in satisfaction, but also mulling things over. He reached up adn took his hat off, scratching the top of his smoke-grey hair that was matted to his head. He placed it back on and turned around, facing China and I with a mischeivous grin on his face.

That right there even scared me, for I recognized the meaning of his smile. It usually meant he was planning something nasty for someone, and most of the time that was me. After all, he forced me to be his sex slave, and he is my general, making me vulnerable to any attack of his. I swallowed hard as his gaze shifted from China to mine, and the squirmy feeling in the deepest pit of my stomach went out of control. I was so tempted to grab China and run, and run far away from this man. I didn't like him at all, and had a grudge on him. When I remember all those times he enforced rape on me, and all those times when he made me bloody and bruised. Those memories will always remain in my mind forever, and never will I be able to forget them, no matter how many bottles of vodka I drink.

"I saw we just let the capital rot on the other side of this wall. If she grows any weaker she will surely die, but her people will try and stop that, and will do whatever it takes to save her, and that means surrendering to us. Berlin, and even the whole country of Germany will be ours." Winter laughed, revealing nothing but cold-hearted evil in his crinkling eyes. It was times like those when he laughed like the devil to make me wonder who was worse: him or Belarus?

"Berlin must be terribly hurt by now, I don't think she can put up with this much longer, aru." China said, and I noticed a ping of guilt and fear in his voice, a ping of feeling.

"Exactly." General Winter chuckled, throwing his hands up in the air. "She will crumble beside our wall, and soon not only her, but all of Germany shall be ours." I couldn't help but get the feeling that he was trying to act like those evil guys in those cartoons who try and conquer a planet.

"No aru! I meant I think she'll die soon! This wall is really affecting her. If Berlin dies, then what capital do we have left to capture, aru?"

Winter didn't say anything, but instead turned back around, facing the wall. "If Berlin dies then all we have to deal with then is Germany. He should be a lot easier to handle with Berlin out of the way." he smirked, chuckling darkley.

"No!"

China and Winter turned around and looked at me. Why? Why were they looking at me? I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything. I was just standing here, hiding the bottom of my face under my scarf, standing her innocently and listening to them ramble on about Berlin dieing... Berlin dieing.

Something about that wasn't right to me. Some part of me just wouldn't allow it, denying it, refusing it. Berlin can't be dead, she just couldn't. Death shouldn't be planned anyway, especially to a young girl who's long blonde hair flows like a ribbon in a breeze, all silky and shiny. Especially to a young girl who spent most of her life alone, feeling cursed, and cold to the outside world in which she had always shut herself in from. "No, you can't hurt her. She's already hurt enough as it is, don't hurt her, da?"

I soon realized that was my own voice whimpering, cowaring in front of China and Winter and begging for Berlin's life to be spared. But why was it my voice? I don't have any feelings for her at all, and I definately shouldn't have any. I mean it's not like her gorgeous, sparkling, ice-blue eyes sets me off, it's not like her beauty face makes my heart pound whenever I see her...

Crap.

"And why do you care if Berlin is hurt or not, boy?" Winter growled, making me take a step back. I didn't like the look in his eye, for that too, I have recognized. "B -Because I want her to become one with me, like w -we planned, da?" that was the best I could do, but my voice still sounded weak and pathetic.

Winter just laughed, that creepy laugh that always put me on the edge of my chair, the laugh that always made the ahirs on the abck of my neck stand up. The laugh that made me realize how much danger I had put Berlin through by placing that stupid wall up.

And now I regret it...