This is a fan fiction dedicated to the ending of HetaOni. I do not own HetaOni, Hetalia, or Aoni. All rights go to their respective owners.

Summary (NOT a summary of all of HetaOni): Italy's heart has stopped beating. England has lost his sight due to over use of his magic. China and Russia have gone down to the annex to "solve a riddle". England, France, Canada, America, Germany, Japan, and Prussia are in the safe area. England, France, and Canada are sitting in the dining area while America, Germany, Japan, and Prussia are gathered around Italy who is in bed.

"Now that Italy is like this Romano must be," Japan paused as he looked over Italy's still, pale face. They had laid Italy down on a bed after they had found him on the cold, hard ground of the annex. Everyone remembered it perfectly

"Italy's heart has stopped," Germany had said.

Japan's eyes were glazed over with the haze of sudden age and exhaustion.

"Brother Dearest has Spain, so he should be fine," Prussia said as he leaned onto one of the beds. Germany looked at his brother. Prussia still wore that confident smile on his face when he spoke to Japan, but he could tell that there was grief in his eyes and a kind of exhaustion that wasn't there before the mansion. Germany then turned his attention back to look at Italy then sighed. Sighing was better than suddenly going into a fit of grief.

"Shit. I wish I had a sword," Prussia mumbled.

"A sword?" Japan asked, looking up from Italy.

"Huh, you have a spare one?" Prussia straightened up.

"Yes, you can borrow it, but only if you promise to take good care of it, alright?" Japan offered.

"Yeah! I will! If it's a sword from your place," Prussia eagerly said as Japan walked over to him.

"Here you go, then. My Excalibur, the Poster Sword," Japan said as he held it in front of Prussia. Prussia hesitated as he looked at it and looked up at Japan.

"Uh, out of curiosity, what if it breaks? What would you do?" Prussia asked. Japan just laughed and smiled.

"I might just loose control of myself to the point where I can no longer distinguish between reality and fiction." Japan said this so matter-of-factually, it almost scared the albino.

"After all, it is a limited edition." Now Japan was just getting screwy. Hell, was that even a real sword?

"No, that's not what I meant. You know what, it's totally okay. I don't really need it anymore," he said, laughing uncomfortably. Japan nodded and put the sword back to his side and walked over back to Italy. America who was sitting on the bed next to Japan snickered into his glove. Germany smiled a bit at his brother's flustered reaction to Japan but then frowned again.

"So what should we do? What will we direct our focus to from now on?" Germany half-whispered, a small croak in his voice.

"We haven't decided yet. We're in a deadlock, remember? Actually, West, what do you want to do?" Prussia looked at his younger brother. He had always thought of his brother before acting. Although West's personality was to be stone cold, he knew he was the of the faintest of hearts when it came to people he truly cared about, especially Italy. Germany looked at his brother then looked down, his eyes clouding over with confusion and grief.

"I-" he started.

"We have so much to do, and yet I don't know where to start," Japan finished, seeing that even Germany was having a hard time trying to get his thoughts together, "What should our priorities be?" There was a silence in the room for a moment.

"They should be 'to escape' or 'save Spain and Romano,' right?" Germany spoke softly, "But Italy is-" Germany didn't finish the sentence. Japan took in a deep breath, and America looked at everyone around him and sighed. If England had been lost instead of Italy, he would be in the exact same place as Germany and Japan.

"Damn it all," America mumbled, "How could this have happened to us? Everything was going so well, but now it's all screwed up." He clenched his fists as he looked back to the dining area where Canada, France, and England were arguing. Canada and France grabbed England by both arms and dragged him to the bathroom. Probably just a bath. Japan's eyes followed the commotion and formed a small smile then went back to looking over Italy.

"Oh, Italy's face," Japan spoke. Germany looked at him. "He dirtied it when he fell," Japan continued, "I think I have a handkerchief." Japan slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief. Germany examined it. It was pure white with a satin gloss. On it, though was already some red scribbles probably as reminders. Germany squinted his eyes to try and examine the scribbles better. It was as if a child had gotten a pen and was trying to write on it. The language was definitely not Japanese and it wasn't Japan's handwriting when trying to write English. Japan looked at it sadly then turned it over to the side of the scribbles. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his body became rigid. "Wh-What?"

"Japan?" Germany asked, "What's wrong?"

"Italy?" Japan whispered, his eyes wide as he firmly gripped the handkerchief.

"Hey, What's wrong?" Prussia asked, looking at the two in wonder.

"Italy! Italy!"

Ah...

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if this story really does have an end.

Eh. I guess we'll find out later, won't we?

HetaOni Ending: To Stay Alive

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(Please critique on writing skills or editing marks! Thank you so much! I'm sorry if it's a little slow to pick up. This was just the introduction and what had happened before the actual fan fiction. It'll definitely get more interesting.. Credit goes to pianodream's and her colleagues' English translation for this part to help transition into this ending. Thank you for reading.)