The personification of Germany sat quietly on a bench in the park. It was the 25th of February, 1957.
Exactly 10 years since his bruder, Gilbert, was dissolved.
He had came here with only one purpose - to see his land one last time before he commited suicide. The black pistol that would be blasting out his brains lay beside him, his gloved fist clenched around it.
He took one last glance around. It was a beautiful day outside. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing. Leaves rustled quietly in the wind. There wasn't a cloud to be seen.
Ludwig smiled slightly. He was so fortunate to have such beautiful land.
Hand trembling, he tightened his grip on the small gun beside him and pulled it up to his temple. He closed his ocean blue eyes, tears falling down his cheeks. And the smile never fell off of his face.
Auf wiedersehen bruder. Ich liebe dich.
BANG.
Hearing the gunshot, Italy came running, ready to help his best friend.
And what did he see before him?
The dead body of Doitsu. The nation who had protected him when nobody else would. The nation who always came back for him. The nation who would never leave him behind.
Dead in front of his own eyes.
Hand clasped to his mouth, Italy fell to his knees, his own tears spilling.
Germany was dead.
A/N: I'M SO SORRY IF I KILLED YOU ALL
I'M SO SORRY
BUT I COULDN'T RESIST
I'LL WRITE ANOTHER FANFICTION TO CHEER YOU UP DON'T WORRY