No Second Chances

Summary: There aren't second chances for things like this… There just aren't. No matter how much it hurts, there will be no second chances… All of those things you never said, all of those things you never did, all of it... No redoes.

Romano laid his head in his hands, crying softly, ignoring the attempted soothing of Spain's hand on his back. How had it gotten to this? Why hadn't he noticed? Why did he hide it? Why did this happen? Why him? Why not Romano?

Romano's puffy eyes glanced up behind his hand at the pale, sickly body lying on the bed, breathing shallow. He let out a harsh, dry sob and grasped the body's hands. Spain's hands wrapped around both of theirs tightly for a moment before letting go. "I have to go for a bit…I'm sorry, but I'll be back. I promise. I love you both." He whispered brokenly as he walked out of the room, shutting the door with a quiet click.

Romano understood. Really, he did. Spain had to go see the other person suffering. He just wished that Spain could have comforted him and stayed a bit longer. Romano stared at the pale face and his tears amplified as his whole body shook in rage and depression.

Romano didn't know how long he held the body and cried. All he knew was that after a while, the body's chest ceased to rise. There were no more shallow, painful breaths. Romano's pain-filled, agonized scream was followed up by sobs and panicked shouts all throughout the house.

Italy and Prussia were no more.

They were dead.

Italy

As far as Romano was concerned, everything had been going fine in life. Okay, so, Italy was acting a bit weird, along with Prussia, he had been told by Spain. But, come on, they were both weird as they were.

Okay, so, yeah, Italy had seemed to have been having worse nightmares or something lately, and was becoming increasingly clingy, always saying, "I love you!" twenty-million times a day. And, yeah, sometimes Italy would get pale and sickly-looking, but how was Romano to know, because he had insisted that he was-

"Ve~ I'm fine, Roma~ Let's make pasta together! I love you, Roma!" He grinned at his older brother, seemingly right as rain, despite the paleness of his face and skin lately, and his weaker than usual grin. "Tch," Romano scoffed, cheeks a light pink, "Whatever you say. I love you, too." He grumbled as Italy's grin turned into a soft smile.

"Thanks, Romano." Italy smiled as Romano raised an eyebrow. "For what?" He asked as they walked to the kitchen. "For everything." Italy smiled softly with watery eyes, since they were open for some reason, as Romano rolled his own slightly. "You're such a weirdo." He grumbled as he affectionately cuffed Italy's head. Italy let out a soft sound akin to pain, but Romano brushed it off as him being overdramatic.

And so, they started making pasta from scratch. After a while, Romano noticed Italy was acting more off than the usual lately. "Veneziano," He started as he turned his back to his younger brother to turn on the stove. He turned around as he finished doing so, then his eyes widened in shock.

Italy swayed horribly, skin even more pale than before and him sweating vigorously. Italy suddenly crumpled forward as he lost consciousness. "VENEZIANO!" He shouted as he quickly ran forward, then became more panicked as Italy hit his head harshly. "VENEZIANO!" Romano shouted again as he kneeled beside his brother.

Italy remained silent, apart from his harsh and painful breathing. "VENEZIANO!" Romano shouted again as he cradled his baby brother's head in his lap. "Wake up! Veneziano, this isn't funny! WAKE UP!" He shouted as he attempted to wake him up.

Eventually, Romano gave up, hiccupping as he tried not to panic and sob. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Spain, sniffling all the while. "Hola-" The Spaniard was cut off by a nearly hysterical Romano by then. "Sp-Spain! I-It's V-Veneziano! He's been acting really w-weird lately a-and sick, and he just p-passed o-out! He won't w-wake u-up, a-and I'm s-s-scared!" Romano hiccupped.

"Romano, I need you to calm down, okay? I don't want to scare you, but something must be seriously wrong, because you know nations don't get sick unless their economy is bad, and yours and Italy's is good. Look, I don't know what's going on with Italy and Prussia, but maybe China will know, since he's the oldest. You should call and go to- PRUSSIA!" Spain suddenly shouted, sounding panicked.

Romano startled, jerking Italy's head in the process. "Spain?! What happened?! SPAIN?!" Romano shouted into the phone, panicking as well at the sound of shouts coming from the other end. "SPAIN?! DAMMIT!" He cursed, hanging up on the Spaniard as he realized that maybe Prussia had collapsed as well.

He quickly dialed China's number. The rest of that conversation was a blur, as was when China actually got to his home, with an unconscious Prussia, as well as Spain, France and Germany. China seemed to know what was going on- He just had this look, dammit! This horrible, horrible expression- but didn't tell them until a long while after. When- When Italy and Prussia were already dead men breathing, Goddammit.

China looked at France, Spain, Germany and Romano with a sad, yet serious expression. He remained silent for a moment before Germany spoke up, voice soft and defeated. "Mein…" Germany paused for a moment before continuing in English. "Italy and East… They… They will be fine, ja? (Yes?)" He asked softly and semi-hopefully, though he already knew what was happening deep down.

"Italy and Prussia…" China paused. "The world only needs one Italy and Germany." He said solemnly as that seemed to break the serious, quiet trance they were in. France let out a sob as he cried. "Mon petit frère… mon meilleur ami. (My little brother… My best friend.)" He whispered heartbrokenly before he sobbed again.

Germany slumped forward and buried his head in his hands. Romano sobbed for a moment before running back to Italy's room, Spain quickly following. "Romano! Wait!" He cried as he grabbed Romano and twirled him around, into his chest. He hugged Romano tightly and cried quietly into his hair, whilst Romano sobbed into his chest, tightening his own arms around Spain.

He allowed Spain to hold him a moment before pushing Spain away. "M-Mio f-fratello. (My brother.)" He hiccupped before continuing to Italy's room, Spain following quietly.

Spain, alongside France, watched Germany and Prussia from the doorway. Germany's head laid in his hands as he sat next to Prussia's bed. Prussia was ever paler than he usually was, and that was saying something. It sounded as if every breath one of his best friends took caused unimaginable pain. He was also sweating heavily, and wore an expression of great distress. In a semi-cynical way, he supposed this was why Prussia was acting a bit off.

Prussia

"Kesesesese! I'm fine, you losers! I just wanted to hang out with the three of you! What're you guys acting so weird for? Is it so wrong that I love you guys?" Prussia batted his eyelashes at Spain, France and Germany. Germany rolled his eyes as France cooed and Spain just smiled.

"We love you, too!" France and Spain cooed as France draped himself around Prussia and Spain snuggled the both of them. "You're both a pair of fags." Prussia snorted, though his voice sounded odd, as though he were in pain, as France gasped, holding a hand to his chest, seemingly insulted. "Mon cher, we all know that I'm bisexual." France smirked and Spain blinked. "What's a fag? A cigarette?" Spain questioned as even Germany turned to stare at him blankly.

"You're so cute!" Both France and Prussia glomped their Spanish friend, who smiled dopily in response. "Haha, gracias~ (Thanks~)" He thanked as Germany sighed and began to leave the room. He was surrounded by idiots. Maybe he'd give Italy a call…? Then again, Italy was an idiot in his own rite as well…

"And where do you think you're going, precious little brother of mine?" Prussia smirked as Germany snorted. "Away from where my brain cells will die." He said as he continued walking. Prussia merely grabbed his brother in as hug from behind, causing the blonde to stop for a moment. "East, get off." Germany grumbled. "No way! I wove you, wittle bwothew." Prussia cooed in a baby voice. Germany scowled with a light blush. "I know. Now, get off." He huffed as he brushed Prussia off surprisingly easy.

"Let's all hang out today! We'll be the Bad Touch Trio and then one!" Prussia grinned, though it was a bit weaker than his usual grin. Spain and France grinned as they agreed and Germany hesitated. Maybe he could find out why Prussia was acting so… odd…? "Fine." Germany eventually sighed. "Where do you want to go?" He questioned as Prussia grinned widely. "Nowhere! Let's just stay here and hang out together. Watch a movie or something." He elaborated a bit.

The three of his companions blinked. "You just want… to hang out…?" Germany drawled slowly. "Not going anywhere?" Spain continued. "And not getting into any trouble or anything of that sort…?" France finished. Prussia pouted. "You guys don't have to sound so shocked. I just want to hang out with you all today." He huffed.

They all paused for a moment. "You know you could tell us anything, right, amigo? (Friend?)" Spain asked as Germany and France nodded. Prussia snorted and rolled his eyes. "I already told you losers, I'm fine." He stated before walking off. "I'm gonna go make us some popcorn and shit. Go sit down on the couch and pick a movie." He drawled as he glanced over his shoulder to them, throwing them a smile. Not a grin, but a smile.

They were shocked once again. Prussia was doing something without being asked? He wasn't being lazy and freeloading on them? He was also letting them pick the movie instead of being an egomaniac and picking the movie no matter what they protested? They ask this in the most loving way, of course.

"Okay, then. That wasn't odd at all." Germany drawled slowly before shrugging. "Oh! Oh! I want to watch The Faults In Our Stars!" France snapped out of his shock as he squealed this. Spain gasped in delight. "Me too! It seems so- Huh? Romano's calling!" Spain beamed happily as France smirked and Germany suppressed a shudder. Anyone but Romano.

"Hola-" The Spaniard paused abruptly as the other two heard yelling coming from the phone. "Sp-Spain! I-It's V-Veneziano! He's been acting really w-weird lately a-and sick, and he just p-passed o-out! He won't w-wake u-up, a-and I'm s-s-scared!" Romano hiccupped as France gasped and Germany's eyes widened. The Spaniard's grin dropped as he became serious.

"Romano, I need you to calm down, okay?" Spain asked seriously. France and Germany glanced at each other in disbelief and slight fear. What was wrong with Italy? They heard a distinct ding of the microwave, signaling that the popcorn was done. "I don't want to scare you, but something must be seriously wrong, because you know nations don't get sick unless their economy is bad, and both yours and Italy's is good." Spain said seriously as Prussia walked into the room, looking seriously out of it.

Spain watched him with serious eyes as he continued. "Look, I don't know what's going on with Italy and Prussia, but maybe China will know, since he's the oldest." Spain said helpfully. "East?" Germany asked quietly, but was ignored as Prussia swayed slightly. "Prussia?" France asked confusedly. "You should call and go to- PRUSSIA!" Spain shouted, along with Germany and France as the bowl of popcorn fell out of Prussia's hands, landing with a crash. Prussia's crimson eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell forward.

"EAST!" Germany shouted as he quickly caught Prussia before he could hit the floor. France and Spain both ran forward as well, Spain forgetting about the phone call in his panic and shock. "PRUSSIA!" Both Spain and France shouted simultaneously as Germany snapped his head back to them.

"Spain! Call China!" Germany barked the order as Spain nodded quickly and ran back to his phone. Spain would likely sulk at the giant crack on his screen later, after everything proved alright again. "France! Get a wet rag! He's burning up and sweating profusely!" Germany ordered as France ran to do as told.

Spain remembered he had been on the phone with Romano about Italy guiltily. "Romano, I have to-" Spain cut himself off as he realized Romano had already hung up. He then quickly called China. After that, all he remembered was explaining to China what had happened, (with both Italy and Prussia.) He also remembered China telling him he would be there as quickly as he could, then they would make their way to Italy, since he had been called by Romano as well.

After that, all he remembered was the panic and fear, along with a blur of barked out orders by Germany. What China told them had been heartbreaking and he had immediately reached out to comfort Romano, then following after him to be with him and Italy.

Spain watched morosely with France as he silently cried. His little brother and best friend… They could make it, though, couldn't they? They were strong, in their own ways. They could beat this. If any two people could overcome this, it would be Italy and Prussia. There was no way that those two would-

Spain's eyes widened and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating as he heard a horrible, agonized scream come from the next room. His eyes widened as he quickly turned around, about to go running over to check. "NO!" Germany suddenly screamed. Spain quickly looked over-

Prussia's chest no longer moved.

He could no longer hear the labored breaths, only distant shouts from Germany, France and Romano.

Italy and Prussia were dead.

His world promptly shattered around him.


Holy fuck nuggets, kids. I'm EVIL. WHY WOULD I DO THAT? I FREAKING LOVE PRUSSIA AND VENE! AND POOR FRANCE, SPAIN, ROMA, AND GERMANY. JESUS. LUCIFER. SOMEONE GIVE ME A GOOD SMACK FOR THIS ONE. I might continue this into a happy ending, though. Probably not. I'm really lazy. REVIEW!