Ok, so my friend akumanorei wrote a rough version of this story, so this is the end result after I got my hands on it. Not my usual stuff, but different isn't always bad.

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To see the tears roll down their faces…it was a wonderful sight. To know that I killed him made me feel absolutely fantastic.

No one, not one other person can say that they have killed the great République française! It's not like he had any real reason to live though, he was never very good at anything save getting into people's pants or cooking. It may have been for my own reward, but I did everyone else a favor.

"That sodding Frog, he didn't deserve to die…" Arthur mumbled as he attempted to hide the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. And people turned to look at him. "Er, I mean, he…I should have been the one to end him."

Stupid England. It was no secret to any of the other nations that he loved the country of love. The line between love and have is very thin, and the Brit had let his heart slip away from him. Foolish man. I saved him from that thing called love by killing the Frenchman.

"He was an awesome friend." The Prussian albino said. "But, uh, you know, not as awesome as me."

Oh Gilbert. Forever in denial Gilbert. How awesome are you really? Now that your trio has been knocked down to two. But of course as the saying goes, three is a crowd, da?

"Papa…" The Canadian muttered through muffled sobs.

Ah yes, quiet little Matthew. He had been the boy's father figure hadn't he? I should have killed the man sooner. I could have save the poor thing from growing up with such a letch and maybe then I could have raised him myself, at least then he would have had a voice.

"Da, he was a good man." I spoke and they all nodded in agreement. "Systras, I think this would be a good time for you to sing, would you please?" I asked.

"Da…" They said together before they walked up to the front and began. Lucky for me I had earplugs, so everyone else had to suffer. How joyous.

Then Gilbert, the man who was too stubborn to accept that no, Prussia no longer existed, started playing his flute. Oh, was that great. How I had dreamed of smashing that accursed instrument over his head…and so much more. But that would have to be for another time.

Ludwig started the ceremony by reading passages from The Bible. 'Such a perfect book to use when starting fires on cold Russian nights,' I thought to myself. Everyone cried.

What a lovely day for a funeral. It's about to rain. Those idiots.

"Good-bye Francis. It has been a good many years with you, but now your time is passed. God bless and rest in peace" The German closed. Soon everyone rushed back to their cars to leave, before the sky opened upon them. I stayed behind.

"Oh Francis….how I wish I could have had you in my bed, in my arms…but it's too late now" I spoke to the headstone and the freshly turned earth before it. "You always spoke of being with your Jeanne, your little soldier girl again when you died. But as you already know she went to heaven." The rain began to fall, pelting the earth with the sky's tears. "I shall see you in Hell, old friend." And I turned to walk away.

I am Ivan Braginski. I am the one who killed Francis Bonnefoy. I did so without regret and with a smile on my face. I am a murder.

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Whelp, there you have it. Reviews?