I'm in pain. I am dying. I can tell that I won't be here much longer. Why did I even come here? Why did I even do this? What was the point of it all?

My body is getting colder. I wonder how much longer I have. The blood on my face is bothering me. I reach in my pocket to find a cloth or something to wipe it off. I found something but…it's not a rag it's…underwear? Right, she gave these to me to remember her. The girl I would do anything for. The girl I love. Italy.

She gave these to me when I had to leave. I had kissed her goodbye. That was our first kiss. A tear runs down my face in realization that it would most likely be our last. I don't want it to be our last.

I remember that she used to be afraid of me. I kind of used to hide and watch her. I'd scare her away when I would talk to her. Then…I don't know what had changed. I would give her my food when she was hungry. I pulled her out when she got stuck in the Christmas decorations. There was that time I tried to get rid of a mouse that scared her and I accidentally lifted up her dress as a result.

I smile at that memory. My body's loosing the ability to feel pain. I know that that's not a good sign.

I try and remember all the happy times. She would want to sleep in my bad whenever she got scared by a nightmare or a storm. She once tried to teach me how to paint. I remember how embarrassed I was when she held my hand. One day I even gave her a bunch of flowers. I love how she smiles and laughs…

Tears stream down my face when I realize I can't remember what she looks like. I hold onto her gift with a death grip with what is left of my strength. The one person I love and I can't even remember what she looks like in my final moments. The only painting I had of her burned away in a fire a long time ago.

The only thing I have left of her I'm holding onto for dear life. She cried on the day I left. I kissed her and promised I would be back. She had promised she would wait for me in return. No matter how long.

It's my time to go now. I can feel it. Austria you'd better treat her kindly from now on. Hungary make sure he does so. Italy please continue to wait for me to return. When I do then we can be together just like I imagined.

No matter how long please wait for me Italy. Please Italy wait because no matter what I will return to be with you some day. Remember I will always love you Italy.

"I-Ich libe…dich…Italy…"

Prussia walked through the battlefield of dead soldiers. He stopped when he came across a young boy severely hurt and barely breathing but still alive. If only due to the fact that he is a country. Prussia noticed he had a content look on his face. He also noticed something else.

"Vhy is he holding underwear?"