It was 7:00 am when Romano heard a knock on the front door, as he went to open it, he was met with a fast talking man with an accent he couldn't understand asking for Antonio.

"BASTARD!" Called Romano. "SOME BASTARD WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."

Spain rushed to the front door. He wore tomato printed pajamas and bunny slippers that squeaked on the floor.

"B-Bonjour, Spain." huffed France, out of breath from running all the way to his house. Although it couldn't have been far, France looked as if he was drenched in sweat.

"I need vous aide..." said France. "C'est Prussia..." Spain didn't ask any questions, imagining the millions of strange issues that Prussia could be in at the moment.

"I'll be right there." agreed Spain, running off to get changed into something more decent. Romano stood there in the doorway, watching France stare at him.

"What do you want, you damn..." Spain ran back through the doorway, following France down the road before Romano could finish his insult.

"Stupid bastard.." complained Romano mentally, watching the two head out for Prussia.

France ran off, not waiting for a second for the Spanish man to catch up. Spain assumed the problem must be urgent. "Where is the trouble, amiga?" questioned Spain, still huffing and puffing to catch up to France.

"At Prussia's house. Hurry, sil-te plait!" Responded France. The two ran through a strange looking suburb, and passed a couple ponds before reaching their destination. France was the first one at the door, frantically turning the doorknob and entering the German's house. The pair ran down a flight of stairs into the basement, where the sight before him shocked Spain nearly to death.

"P-Prussia, mon ami, regarde, I brought Antonio!" France remarked persuasively.

"Prussia, you are awesome, so please don't do this!" begged Spain worriedly.

"It's so awesome to see my two best friends in my final moments." Prussia smirked, holding his gun once again up to his head.

"Now maybe you will see for yourself the pain I have had to deal with." Added Prussia, his finger on the trigger.

"Prussia... non, don't do this. What would Canada think?" France pleaded. Prussia's eyes grew wide, and then shut suddenly. The reflection of a tear in his eye could be seen due to the awkward lighting in the basement.

"I don't want him to see this... he's been through the same kind of pain as me. Tell him that I'm sorry."

Prussia wept.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR'E DOING, BASTARD?" asked Romano, furious.

"YOU MATTER TO THE SPANISH BASTARD SO YOU CAN'T DIE, YOU HEAR?"

The three were shocked. Romano had followed them all this way? He observed their stricken faces and looked to his feet.

"Oh, and yeah, whoever that Canada guy was... he just texted you. He said that he loves you too..."

added Romano shyly, embarrassed about his outburst.

Realization hit Prussia before his finger could move, and dropped the pistol to the floor. Tears streamed mercilessly from his eyes, and he broke down, weeping at his potential actions.

"I love you too..." whispered Prussia. "I love you, Canada."

Author's Note

This is going to be a rather dark story, as I prefer to write angst, horror, and romance genres. If you have any suggestions that you would like me to incorporate, do not hesitate to ask. As for my other stories, writer's block is the only variable limiting my writing time. Thank you for reading