Japan shivered while he clutched his Katana. Snow swirled around him nipping at his nose. He grasped his sword tighter as the person in front of him moved slightly forward.

Japan knew that this battle would be the end of the war, but he didn't know who his finale opponent was. All he knew was that he had to defeat them for the sake of her….

He ran forward through the snow still unable to see the person he would be fighting. All around him was snow and mountains; he knew that none of his allies would be able to help him this time.

They were all depending on him; he had to finish it here and now.

Japan ran forward swiftly dragging the sword behind him; his opponent was doing the same. By the way their stance was, Japan guessed that they were using a weapon that resembled a sword.

It wasn't until the last moment till Japan came face to face with his enemy, it was that one moment that was his mistake.

As he saw his opponent he paused with wide eyes and lowered stance. His opponent didn't stop but ran straight into him, pushing the blade of the sword through him.

Japan gasped and his vision blackened at the edges. But he the only pain he could feel came from his heart.

"Yao…." He whispered staring at his older brother.

His brother didn't say a word only closed his eyes with frozen tears slowly falling from his eyes.

Japan then felt blood run across his chin and land on his perfectly white kimono. He knew that it was the least of his worries, for he could feel something hot and sticky run down his stomach and then down his legs. The material of his clothing stuck to him in a deep red liquid.

Japan knew, that his mistake would cost his allies dearly, but he couldn't bring himself to raise arms against his brother. He just couldn't.

He just fell forward leaning against Yao. He could hear his brothers labored breathing with gasps. He knew he was crying.

Japan struggled to tilt his head upward to look his brother in the eye. He then slightly smiled a bloody smile. Then the sword was removed from his chest.

Japan fell past his brother forward to the snow. But as he was falling he saw his brother look at him with dead eyes.

He then fell into the cold snow. His blood ran along painting a picture in the white landscape. They puddle around Japan forming a morbid picture of the Japanese flag.

Japan just stared at the gray sky thinking of how his friends may die because of his weakness.

The snow hit his face melting because of a raging temperature. Even if he survived his wound would probably just get infected.

Japan struggled to look at his brother one last time.

Yao stood with his back towards Japan; he looked up at the sky while holding the sword loosely behind him. The blood ran off of the top and fell silently to the snow.

Though one Yao slowly started walking away, Japan reached out with a shaking hand while pain flared through him. He tried to say his brother's name, but no sounds escaped his blue lips.

He then dropped his hand as the pain started to flow away. He closed his eyes as the images off all the ones that had fought for him flowed past his eyes.

Then everything just… disappeared…