This is a random story I wrote at my friend's house. Do if you guys are my regular readers (or if not) you should read Sellyourself2fate's stories. They are amazing, and she's also my best friend, so yeah. Anyway enjoy this story I'm making up as I go because I am bored. Enjoy :3

"Germany, I love you."

"I love you too."

Those last words seemed like a dream. I hadn't seen Germany for as long as I could remember, yet I couldn't forget him. We had been in love for years, we would have gotten married. That's right, would have. Germany had been killed a year ago. They were still looking for his murderer, but I knew they weren't going to find him. Germany had meant so much to me. It should have been me who died, but I knew Germany would prefer I lived. When he was killed, I went through a depression. I had almost killed myself. The only thing that stopped me was Austria. He had caught me in the mist of taking a drug over dose. I ended up going to the hospitable; they said I was lucky to live. I would have rather died.

"Don't leave me. Something bad will happen."

"But we need bread. Don't worry, Italy, I'll keep safe just for you."

My warning had been ignored. He had left that morning. Hours later the police came by saying he was dead. Saying he had been shot. They told me there were no witnesses; they told me there was no chance that he could live. I couldn't pay attention. My mind was stuck on the fact that the boy I had fallen for was dead. It took me many nights before I could sleep. It took me weeks before I could eat. I cried until I had no tears left then just laid there. In the first month, the only time I moved was for his funeral.

"Germany was a good friend, ally, and lover, to many of the people here before us now."

When the priest had said that, it got real. That's when I had no choice but to accept the fact that he was gone. The fact I'd never see him again. I'd never see his sweet smile, I'd never feel his warm lips against mine, I'd never be held by him. Never again.

"It's okay Itari-kun. You don't need to cry over him."

"But I loved him so much! How couldn't I cry?"

"He was important to are of us. You rire get over it soon."

"But I loved him so much, Japan! I could never get over him!"

"How about you come stay at my house for a few days. Untre you get back on your feet."

"O-okay."

I had missed most of Germany's funeral to be with Japan. He had took me to his house, comforted me, fed me. Japan was surprisingly caring considering I still refused to move. He cooked me pasta everyday just so I would eat something. Even though it was my favourite food, I never took more than one bite. I couldn't eat no matter how much time went by. One day, Japan needed to but some bread. I cried for so long when he was walking out the door. I screamed, held him back, I couldn't relive this again. I refused to let him go. Even if he thought we needed it, I insisted he stay home. I had ended up crying myself into a restless sleep. Hours later, I had awoken to a knock at the front door. I had waited for Japan to answer it, but he was gone. He left for bread. I answered the door to find people in police uniforms. They probably had more questions about Germany.

"Where were you between the hours of 10 am, and 12 pm on May 21st?" They ordered.

"Home, waiting for Germany."

"Did you kill Germany?" They asked. They're questions were starting to scare me. Bring up bad memories. I tried hard not to cry. If I did, they would think I killed him.

"No." I cried I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. Memories of my deceased lover had flooded my mind. Our first date, our first kiss, when he moved in with me. I couldn't think of anything else. I couldn't stop crying. I cried for about twenty minutes. I didn't care if they thought I killed him.

"Itari!"

Japan had stopped my crying when he rushed inside. Cradling me, letting all my tears be free or the first time since Germany died. The police soon left. They must not have thought I had killed Germany. Once I had regained my senses, I lashed my anger out on Japan.

"You could have been killed! I couldn't handle you dyeing too!"

"I'm not going to die."

The next thing I knew, Japan's lips were against mine.