"Italy…Italy…Italy…" Germany's voice? No, Germany's dead, right? "Wake up Italy… Italy, please..! ITALY!" Germany sounds angry… did I do something wrong? I remember that thing came in here, and then-
"Calm down, Germany, he's fine. He's still breathing."
"Yeah, West, yelling isn't going to help us."
Japan… and Prussia… they're alive, too? "…un…"
"Italy? Italy!? Guys, he's waking up!" …China? He's here also!?
"Venziano! Hey, Venziano, you okay!?"
"Calm down, Roma. He's fine."
"ROMA, DON'T SHAKE HIM LIKE THAT!"
"His wounds could reopen again, ya know. Russia's right."
R-Romano, France, Russia, a-and Spain!? Th-they aren't dead!?
"ITALY!"
"Please calm down, Germany."
"Yeah, Engie's right! He'll be fine!"
"Don't call me that."
"Hey, I found some cloth downstairs. Could we use this?"
America, England, and Canada! Everyone's alive! "Ger…ny"
"Oh my God, ITALY!" Germany, why is he so angry? What did I do wrong? "Italy?"
"…any…"
"Italy, I'm listening. Yes, Italy, what is it?"
"Germ…ny…" Why? Why can't I say it? Why?!
"Italy…"
"Ger…ma…ny…" Each letter feels like a rock is being flung at me. It hurts, Germany, it hurts! Make it stop, Germany, please!
"Wha-me?!" Something's wrong with Germany's voice. It's like, like he's forcing each word out. He sounds like he's gonna-no, Germany doesn't, he wouldn't! I force my eyes open. "ITALY!" I-I've never seen Germany smile like this before. "Oh, God Italy!"
"Hey, Venziano, you okay?" Romano asks. Was he worried?
"Yes, I'm…fine, Romano…" I see. He's crying… crying… for me. I smile, and turn back to Germany. He was.
"Germany… why are you…crying?"
Why does he look stunned? Did I- "Because…" Germany interrupts me thoughts. "I… I thought…" he's crying even harder. "I thought you… you…" He closes his eyes, forcing himself to stay together. "I THOUGHT THAT I'D HAVE TO GO HOME WITHOUT YOU!"
"Germany…I"
What is it, Italy?"
"I-I'm sorry, Germany."
"Wha!?"
"I'm so, so sorry."
"Why, Italy? You have nothing to be sorry for! Please stop!"
"Because…" Each breath I draw is harder to take in than the last. "You- you're right, Germany."
"What are you saying?! Stop this nonsense, Italy!"
"I-I can't go… back home… anymore…"
"Italy…" Japan stutters. Is he crying, too?
"Germany…I'm not...gonna make it…past this point…"
"Italy, please!"
I've messed up…so many…times… but th-this time… I-"
"Italy"
"I-I got it right…" I hold out a small and now bloody key. "You all… can… escape…" The other nations look at each other, and then at me.
"no."
"What was that, West?"
"NO!" Germany bursts. "NO! I'm NOT leaving without Italy!" he turns to me. "Not again."
"Germany…"
"NO, JAPAN!"
"Germany, Please!"
"Wha-Prussia!?" Germany turns to his brother. Astonished at what he had just heard.
"I've lost you once." Prussia says. "I won't-" he pulls Germany in close to him, holding him hard enough that he couldn't escape, but also gently, like any older brother would, "-lose you again."
"P-Prussia…"
"I-it's really all right, Germany," I stutter. "It's really…fine…" He nods. I stare at the ceiling, and remember something that Grandpa Rome taught me.
"Marukaite chikyuu…"
"Wha… Italy?!" (Japan)
"Marukaite chikyuu…"
"Italy! West, please calm down!" (Prussia)
"Marukaite chikyuu…"
"NO! ITALY!" (Germany)
"Boku… Hetalia…"
"Venziano…"
"Aa…hitofude…de mie-ru suba-rashii…sekai…"
"Ita- PLEASE, for Germany's sake!" (Spain)
"Damn, Germany's really ticked." (Russia)
"I-TA-LY!"(Germany)
"Nagagutsu…de kanpai…d-a..."
"…Italy?"(England)
"Italy?! Italy!? ITALY?!"
"West, please! Stop crying! Even when you were young, you never showed your tears!"
Germany wasn't listening anymore. He stared at Italy. After about five minutes, he closed his eyes, and softly sang;
"Hetalia…"