"A fandom forgotten, a simple tear,
He can feel his last breath drawing oh so near.
"I'm still here!" He protested, nearly drowning in fear.
"Have you really forgotten..." He managed to cry.
"Would you even notice if I were to die?
I guess you actually did, since you're reading this.
Well, all I have to say is... Goodbye."
~Hetalia

Homestuck clutched the note to his chest and began to cry. "Hetalia! No! Please...!" He fell to the floor. Doctor Who stood by the door, covering his mouth in shock. "Hetalia..." He mumbled, nearly crying. Next to him was Sherlock, who was actually crying. He wiped away his tears, but more came. "The poor lad..." He managed to get in though the tears. Supernatural stood off to the side where Hetalia's body was. He stood in shock and tears streamed down his face. "No... he had everything to live for..." Supernatural managed to stop crying long enough to see that Hetalia's phone was opened to Tumblr. He picked it up to see messages saying things like Hetalia was dead or stuff like that. "Oh my god..." Supernatural covered his mouth. "H-Homestuck... you should see this. He passed the phone to the troll. Homestuck took it and nearly began crying again. "He... He had... His new season was yesterday... He didn't even get to watch it..." Homestuck started to cry emerald tears. Doctor Who managed to calm down and led the fandoms out of Hetalia's home. "We should go home." He suggested. The others nodded.

At home, Homestuck found himself laying on his couch thinking about what would have happened that night if Hetalia was still alive.

"Haha! France is a little kitty and England is a nurse!" Hetalia laughed like a maniac. "And Russia in a dress!" He doubled over in a fit of giggles. "I can't take it!" He rolled off the couch and continued to laugh. Homestuck smiled and pulled his moirail back on the couch. "Come on, let's finish it." He smiled even wider. Hetalia returned his gaze to the TV. "Eep! Boss Spain looks scary!" Hetalia squealed and threw himself in Homestuck's arms. Homestuck smiled. "It's alright, it's gone." Hetalia glanced up and blushed. "Oh~."

Homestuck was brought out of Dreamland. That would never happen, Hetalia was gone. He would never see his friend again. He had never gotten to tell Hetalia how he really felt. Suddenly, his mind was swarmed with memories.

Doctor Who smiled as he introduced the two fandoms. "Homestuck, this is Hetalia." He gestured to the new fandom. "Hetalia, this is Homestuck." Hetalia glared at Homestuck and Homestuck raised his fists. "You wanna go?!" He nearly yelled. Hetalia smirked. "You wanna fight?!" He retorted. Doctor who facepalmed.

Hetalia smiled as he and Homestuck finally made peace and became friends. "I like it better that when we fought." He blushed. Homestuck smiled. "Me too." He enveloped the curled fandom in a big hug. "Let's become friends, best friends!" He smiled as he looked Hetalia in the eyes; but Hetalia was crying. "Every other fandom just beats me up cause I'm smaller than everybody. Nobody, except Doctor Who and Sherlock, ever wanted me as a friend..." Hetalia began to cry even harder and Homestuck pulled him into an even bigger hug. "You have me now, I won't let you ever be alone. As long as I live, I will be there for you..."

Homestuck sighed. "I wasn't there when you needed me the most... I'm so sorry Heta..." He brought his knees up to his chest and began to cry again.

"Look, I don't care what fandom you are, you hurt Hetalia and you will pay!" Homestuck snarled at the fandom brave enough to pick on his moirail. He lunged at him, but something grabbed his arm; Hetalia. "Please don't hurt him! I'm sure he didn't mean it!" He desperately tried to get Homestuck to stop. Homestuck glared and hissed at the fandom as it ran off. "But he really hurt you Heta!" He protested. Hetalia smiled. "Killing is never the answer to anything." Hetalia smiled happily, but his eyes were full of pain; his fandom was history, he had seen it all. Homestuck nodded and calmed down.

"I'm so sorry Hetalia... I wasn't there... I should have been there... If only I was there..."

I'M SO SORRY. I SHOULD HAVE NEVER WRITTEN THIS.
But it doesn't stop there, HOW WILL OTHERS COPE AND WHAT WILL THEIR MEMORIES BE?

It's like 2:30 in the morning, BUT I WILL KEEP WRITING SAD THINGS.

~WARRIOR OUT