Veneziano stood on the ridge waving his white flag at the enemy "We surrender, we surrender!" He cried. In the midis of battle he heard Germany yell from somewhere on his left, "Nein! Keep going forward Italy! We have them cornered!" Italy surged forward with his militia following behind. They fired shots at the oncoming soldiers as they pushed them farther towards the dark icy waters of the river "Alright Germany! We did it, we did it, we won!" Veneziano ran towards his friend with a smile of triumph on his face. White flag fluttering behind him, he laughed cheerfully at the victory, "We did it Germany! We really di-" Italy halted and his large eyes widened at the sight. A bullet had cut through his right shoulder and blood flowed from the wound. Suddenly, a sharp 'Bang!' Rang though the silent field and Italy was momentarily unaware of what happened. A gap had opened up in his chest in between his left ribs and his clothes quickly became stained crimson. "G-Germany?" Veneziano crumpled over in the field and stared at the grey clouds above his mind blank. Germany was quick to react and ran over to the Italian's side, yelling "Italy! Italy!" He knelt beside him and held his body close to his own. "I-Italy...vy? Vy vy vy?" "Vat did you ehver do to deserve zis? I should have been shot instead of you..." He held his companion even tighter "Of all people vy you?!" "H-hey Germany?" Italy's voice was barely audible but still had that cheerful tone. "R-remember when we first met? I was hiding in that box of tomatoes pretending to be the box of tomatoes fairy..." Ludwig couldn't help but to smile sadly at the memory "Y-yeah..I remember..." "Then we became best friends..." Italy's voice faltered for a moment as he coughed up blood. "You're still my best friend, right?" "O-of course Italy...you'll always be my best friend..." Germany tried to choke back sobs but he couldn't help the tears that ran down freely. Veneziano's breathing slowed and came in harsh gasps and when he spoke, blood bubbled around the corner of his mouth. "D...don't cry Germany...y..you ne-never cry..." "V-vat are you saying? I-I'm not crying..." Italy managed a weak smile "Okay...mr lire pans..." After a few moments of silence Italy spoke up once more "h...hey Germany?" "Y-yeah?" "Tell ehryon...remember me by thih.." He raised the blood stained white flag up to show Ludwig before going limp. "I vill Italy, I vill..."