The battle field was dark and gray. The clouds were gathering and that armies that fought hard to defend their countries kicked dust into the air, making it thick and un-breathable. To make matters worse, the near by village had just been set a-flame, making the screams of women and child audible in the distance. The defense could do nothing to help them however; the offense was much too strong and they were having trouble holding them back.
The child looked from inside his tent at the people fighting, wishing that he could be out there, helping them all. But he couldn't. For the boy was only a child. Not just any child however; he was extremely important to the war effort. Without him, the defense would fall in a heartbeat.
But that fact alone didn't mean that he could just stand around and wait for his people to die and he himself to be killed. And so the small child said a prayer to whichever all mighty being he believed in, then grabbed his sword. With once last glance at his tent, he reminisced about the times that he lived in his house with his friends. A painting caught his eye, causing him to pause. All of his effort in the war was towards claiming more land so that his love, Italy, wouldn't have to be scared.
With renewed bravery, he stormed into battle, only to find himself too late. The boy watched as the last of his men where slaughtered by the Teutonic Knights. He swallowed thickly, questioning if he should run while he had the chance. But the blonde paused when he saw another child step out from the enemy lines. This boy was just a bit older then him, with white hair and eyes that shone like freshly spilled blood.
"Hey Holy Rome." Prussia said with a cackle as he drew closer, his army following him. "Where's the rest of your men? Or did the awesome me kill them all?" He asked as he drew his sword, wiping excess blood from the edge.
Holy Rome trembled. He knew this was where he was going to die.
"I'm sorry Italy…" He whispered as tears came to his eyes. "I'm not going to make it home for dinner."
It was then that Prussia attacked, slicing him across the chest. Holy Rome fell back in the mud shuddering as he did. His entire body suddenly throbbed with pain. He knew he shouldn't fight it. He had had a good long run. But unfortunately, the first thought that popped into his mind was the pair of panties that Italy had given him that were perfectly tucked away in his trunk. He had to fight! He had to see Italy again!
Despite the blood oozing from the large gash in his chest, he stood up and drew his sword. His entire body was shaking as he attempted to remain in control.
Prussia on the other hand simply smirked and slashed him again, causing Holy Rome to fall to his knees. "What's wrong Holy Rome? Can't stand my awesomeness?" Prussia asked as he kicked Holy Rome back when he attempted to attack. The blonde attempted to get up again, only to collapse. The blood was pooling around him, staining the ground. Prussia stood over him with a smirk before plunging his sword into his heart.
And with that, Holy Rome was gone.