Belarus!

Russia sat there hoping he'd be with the rest soon China and France had already gone ahead of him he smiled at the ceiling.

"Even in the end I'm alone how ironic" he whispered to himself. Hopefully Italy would survive and get out of here. As long as no one told Ukraine and Belarus. Belarus… he wished he could see her pretty face one last time. How many times had he run from her? Oh yes maybe 50 but she was so nice to forgive him. When he thought he would be all alone again she appeared and stood by his side.

"Brother?" asked her precious voice.

"I see so this is what it means when your life flashes before your eyes" he said with a smile he could see Lithuania and Poland on the ground and from there he saw all his memories as a nation. Last thing he saw was Belarus's face in tears.

"Brother!" she said angry "Why must you run always why do you always run! I'm sick of chasing after you! IQUITE! I'M DONE LOVING YOU!" he remembered she had those words to him right before the meeting. He had thought by that night she would forgive him but he had gone with America instead of going home. A sorrowful tear slid down his face. His first tear since being under the tsar's rule.

"BELARUS!" he shouted at the top of his lungs and slowly his eyelids dropped. He was still alive but barely all he could see in his head was her angry face. Soon his cheeks became tear stained he couldn't stand but it seemed like he had enough energy to cry. This was the saddest he had ever been in his life. He knew why his death was so sorrowful to make up for all his bad deeds in life he was being forced to see his little sister getting angry at him for the first time.

"Kill me" he said to the monster he could feel hovering above him. Its strong wrapped around his throat to strangled him but before he could die one last tear slid down his already wet cheek and with the very last of his strength he whispered "I'm Sorry Bella" Russia's arm dropped to his side and his head hung backwards like a doll's.