Dear Germany,

I know you're going to be mad at me. Tell me there was a way out.

But there really wasn't.

Germany's eyes widened with the horror what he thought...better, what he knew had happened. He tried to believe it not true. He started banging on his brother's door, calling his name.

All it had been was a desperate need for attention, because no one ever saw me the same anymore. Just a lazy, self-centered freeloader.

Terrified tears threatened to fall as Germany's attempt proved pointless. Blood covered the side of his hand, scratches in the door where he had tried to break through.

Even you started seeing me this way.

Germany started rattling the brass door knob, loose from many years of use.

I'm sorry, but I need you to understand why I did this.

The doorknob slowly was pulled from it's socket.

I know that you probably won't.

Germany had almost pulled it through.

But I'm really sorry for being a terrible big brother.

Germany yanked the door knob out, where it landed loudly next to his brother's birthday card. He pushed open his brother's door to have the smell of blood hit him. He faltered, causing him to lean on his brother's open dresser. His vision blurred, and saw the faint outline of his brother's body, with large open wounds down his arms and across his neck.