A/N- I've written a lot of other fics, and this isn't even my first Hetalia fic. But it's my first Hetalia fic posted online. Haha. I really hope you guys like it!

Happy readings!

Italy's eyes watched, fighting tears, as men fell around him. It was horrible. Blood was splattered across everything, the fluid soaking into the ground and turning the earth into a sickened scene. The ghastly crimson even streaked over his own pale skin.

The red-brunette stumbled, bringing up his weapon just in time to shoot down an enemy that had somehow miraculously advanced with a knife. What was left of his tattered soul ripped impossibly more ass the man fell, writhing before becoming still. There was so much pain, so much death on his hands. It was killing him inside.

How had it happened like this?

Why must it be this way?

"TAKE COVER!"

Italy was shaken out of his daze at the sharp command. Whistling, loud and piercing; every one of his men diving to the ground. His mind didn't register these blatant factors.

The world erupted.

His vision exploded into a sea of red, black, and brown. The country was not aware of everything at first, then it hit.

His ears screeched at him from the roar of the bomb, pain sprouting everywhere imaginable. Muscles tore, tendons snapped, and Italy's own blood joined the marks of others upon his body and the ground.

The dirt rushed up at him. The Italian screamed, though he didn't process this. Clouds of dust and debris scattered around him. For a moment, everything went black. Fading away as his eyes closed, head resting on the hardened dirt under him, arms curled half protectively around it. Then…

He heard a voice.

Wearily, agony lacing through his body, Italy looked up… And saw a young man about his age, black cap, long ebony cape, and cloned hair running towards him through the airborne earth.

"Italy!"

The brunette knew that voice. He knew that figure. That hair. Clouded hazelnut eyes met sky blue ones. He choked, whispering in disbelief and astonishment and broken hope.

"H… Holy R-Rome?"

A/N- …Yeah… I'm not the nicest. XD This fandom will soon find that out. Trust me. Just ask the Merlinians! *cough haven'tupdatedtheirsyetoops cough* What my friend has told me-

Everything I touch turns to angst.

True. So true. So, you guys review, yeah? Please? Haha! I'd love it if you did!