I had to re-upload all of the chapters, 1 to 8, so if anything seems weird, that's why
It had been three days after Italy's heart stopped. A separate room had been made for him, which would serve as his coffin and grave, until the other nations all died, or escaped. His body had yet to rot, but it was still a shock to them all. Germany had taken it the worst, never leaving his side, only once, to collect a large table, and many flowers. Immediately after the death, Germany had fallen into a deep depression, never leaving the room that housed Italy's body.
"Germany-san" Japan called, knocking lightly on the door that led to the body of their ally and friend. And angry what came from the other side of the door. All the others were out on a killing spree, taking out as many of the monsters that were still in the house as possible. Going mainly to the jail room, where they seemed to originate.
"It must not be good for your health to lock yourself alone in a room" Japan cringed when the word alone slipped his lips. Germany wasn't alone; he was in there with Italy. Japan shook his head, inching the door open and slipping inside. The room was almost angelic, a small makeshift cross sat above on the farthest corner's wall, resting above the head of their beloved friend. Flowers sat in bunches; beautiful arrays of colors, placed delicately along the floor, and serving as a cushion on the table. Germany was at his side, arms crossed and lying heavily on the table, like if he took them away, he would get lost and be unable to return to Italy's side. His hair was a mess, dark rings under his eyes, and tear stains running down his face and the collar of his unbuttoned jacket. He didn't even glance over at japan when he entered, continuing to stay and murmur things to the lifeless form.
"Germany-san, you can't stay in here for the rest of your life" Japan murmured, striding over to Germany's side. Germany didn't listen, he just continued his talking, turning to japan with fresh tears
"I loved him. I truly loved Feliciano. Why did we have to get stuck here!? Why couldn't he tell how much I loved him!?" with each accusation and painful statement, his voice rose in sadness and anger. He finally broke down in tears, each heartbroken sob shaking his form. Japan patted his back awkwardly, trying to think of some way to place hope back into the large German. Germany placed his hand lightly on Italy's chest, patting blindly for a nonexistent heartbeat, before stopping on his pocket. A look of confusion washed over Germany's face, before he opened it, and pulled out a small handkerchief. He opened it, and looked over the contents of the handkerchief. Germany made a light gasp, covering his mouth with his hand in shock. He shook his head in disbelief, tossing the handkerchief away from him, as if it disgusted him so much he couldn't bear to look at it.
"G-Germany-san, what was on that handkerchief?" japan asked softly, reaching for it. Germany said nothing, just curling his hands into fists, clenching onto Italy's bloodstained jacket. The handkerchief had scribbling on it, like someone feverishly tried to write as quickly as possible. The handwriting was of a nation japan didn't know about, although it was similar to Prussia's; almost childish. The note seemed to be to Germany, much more than Italy. Dear youngest German, I understand that if you're seeing this that you believe Italy is dead. Sadly, this is true, but I am working hard to keep Italy's soul from leaving this mansion. Please keep Italy's body from getting hurt, it would harshly disrupt the process I'm going through to take care of him. If you haven't already noticed, there is a small keyhole in the chimney in your meeting room. Somewhere in the house is the key that goes to a separate room from there. You have already been in the room where the key lies, where I am not sure, but once you find said key and enter the room, you will be allowed out of the mansion. And I cannot stress this enough, take Italy's body with you! -Italy's Old Beloved. Japan took a moment to look it over a bit more, glancing over to Germany, who was murmuring something to himself again.
"He never told us? He never told us about this!?" Germany grumbled as his voice rose. He slammed his fist into the table, barely missing Italy, whose body was jolted a bit by the force.
"How could he plan this!?" Germany yelled, standing up and turning to japan, anger laced throughout his words and aura.
"N-Now Germany-san, I believe this was given to Italy without his knowledge" japan squeaked, holding up the handkerchief for Germany to read again. "Look, Italy didn't write it, see who signed it?" Germany just sighed, placing his hand over his eyes.
"Y-Yes, but I don't understand if Italy knew about it or not….he's dead now, I can't understand what I can do…" Germany said, drifting off and staring down at the peaceful face Italy held. Japan nodded, looking over the handkerchief before turning back to Germany.
"I believe we should tell the others" japan murmured, turning the handkerchief over in his hands. Germany just nodded, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap. Japan gave a quick goodbye, before leaving the room and leaving the German alone. Japan closed the door gently, the lock making a soft click, before he turned and stepped towards the table, closer to the entrance. Japan took a seat, accepting the wait for his allies to return.