Italy was on the ground bleeding. Dying. "You will not take Italy from me!" Germany yelled shooting the person who shot Italy. He shot him but he continued to run. Germany didn't bother to follow. He knelt next to Italy who was close to death. "Germany…I…I'm….so…rry. I…I faile..d…you." "No you didn't Italy." He said with tears in his eyes. "I…I…lo…ve….you…Ger…many." Italy started coughing. "I love you too Italy." HE said pulling Italy towards him. Italy smiled one last time and fell limp in Germany's arms. "Italy? Italy?! No! Italy!" Tears where streaming down his face. "Why?" Germany asked burying his face in Italy's neck.