A HetaOni novelisation. Please enjoy and review! I'd like to know what everyone thinks.

Chapter 1:

.:Till Your Last Breath:.

I shall stay by your side.

No… These visions couldn't be real. The whole situation was surely an illusion?

Italy stood before his dying friend. His ally. "J-Japan…" Italy wanted to cry. He wanted to shout and scream. This was his entire fault. Japan's back was leaning on the piano. The once pure piano now had his blood, smeared a long the legs and side of the instrument. "…I- I am sorry. This…it looks like…the e-end for me." Japan stuttered. His vision was slowly fading away.

"D-Don't say that!" Italy was trying to keep a brave face. He rushed towards the nation. He knelt down beside Japan, beside the small puddle of blood. "I'll make a bandage out…of this flag!" he tried to lie as best as he could. Japan just weakly shook his head. "N-no…it seems as if everyone forgot I was here. You must go to them. It's pointless. No…time…please…just…go." Japan was serious. Italy's eyes swelled up with tears, but he shook them away and cleared his eyes.

"N-NO! I can't leave you Japan! Just let me make some ban-"

"Italy," Japan saw straight through his lie. "You don't have your white flag anymore…you used them to help the others."

"NO. I-I do have it! I just made it! Just let me help you!" Italy came closer to Japan but he pushed Italy away and let his arm flop down into his own blood. "Italy. Don't lie."

"Japan! Don't go! I'll to anything! Just…please just hold on a little longer!" The western nation protested.

"Even though, my vision is going…I know you are lying. Italy…"

Italy knew…he could no nothing. He felt so weak, so stupid. But, he wanted to be with Japan for the last few moments. Italy grabbed Japan's dying body and held it close. He buried his head in Japan's chest and cried like the weakling he thought he was. Normally, Japan would've pushed the younger nation away. But he couldn't do anything but hold Italy close to him. He knew it was almost his time.

"It…this…is just so…frustrating," The older nation whispered to the sobbing younger nation, "All of us…till the end…I wanted us…to get out together…"

Silence

Italy pulled himself from Japan. Japan still held on. "Japan…" Italy said as he chocked on tears.

"Italy Venezian…" Japan's arms fell to his sides. Italy could hear the tiny splash of blood.

"H-hey…Japan…" Italy quivered. "…No…" Italy looked at Japan's eyes. Those eyes, the deep brown eyes that held the life of a mighty nation. Those eyes…those eyes had become faded and lifeless…"NO! NO! NO!" The live nation screamed with tears rushing down his face. Each time he repeated the word, the louder he screamed. Italy held the dead nation close to him and cried and cried.

But that wasn't the end of the trauma.

Heh. Finally done. Well, as I said, please review! I'd really like it!

I'm only planning 4 chapters because of the 4 scenes.

I had to ad-lib (is that how you say it?) because it would be really boring if I didn't...

With chapter previews, I'm going to replace names with 'he' because I don't want to spoil anything!

I look forward to hearing your opinions!

-Limonade du Obscur

Next chapter preview:

He looked at his clothes. What a mess. He sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. A tear rolled down his face. He could feel that it was time. He closed his eyes, and joined his fellow nations up in heaven.