A/N: My first one-shot. That's all I can say, really. Italy and Germany are fems.
The time was WWIII. Almost every country had turned against Germany. All except Italy and Japan. However, no alliance can stop a speeding revolver bullet. The wretched bullet that stole the one precious life away like a ghost. The bullet that you wished would've hit yourself. Those were the thoughts that raced in young Italy's mind as she saw her one and only Germany headshot by a shadowy assailant.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she fell to her knees in agony. By the time Italy gathered the strength to get up and strike the perpetrator, it had already slithered away. With rage in her heart and suffering in her eyes, she had turned to Germany, who has not long been cold in that chair. Italy suddenly picked up Germany in a swift motion. Maybe, somehow her anguish gave her newfound strength? As Italy carried her heavy feet and her loved Doitsu, she finally reached the Germanic House. No one was home, naturally. All of them were out on the battlefield. It didn't matter to Italy. Everyone is going to die one day, nation or not, just like Germany did.
As she walked the empty mansion she found a nice, well-lit bedroom. She positioned Germany down in the bed and tucked her in. It hurt Italy's already broken heart when she had to force Germany's limbs flat and hear the joints crack when the body became stiff from rigor mortis. Italy smiled. Germany looked so calm in the bed, asleep. That nasty forehead wound looked horrifying, so Italy draped Germany's golden locks over the wound.
|"Heh, your hair looks like spaghetti, Germany"-Italy chuckled as tears ran down her face.
-"You're always so tired, Doitsu. Finally you can have some rest."- she said as she held the German's cold, rigid hand.
-"Goodnight."- Italy turned off the bed-side lamp.
-"I love you…"