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"Don't die, mon a'mour." I cried clutching Englands hand

"Don't worry old chap. There's a lot of life left in me." England reasured.

"I hop so." I smiled trying to hold the tears back. England's country had caughten the black plauge. He had gotten it too. I knew that there was no way he would live.

"Don't worry about me France. I'm fine. But you should go home you don't need this cold too."

"I don't care if I get sick, mon a'mour. If you die from this then I hope I have it so I could die with you."

"France, go home. I'll be here in the morning."

"I can't leave you."

"Listen, France, as much as I'd love you to stay, you really should go home." England smiled.

"Fine. Only before you need sleep." I said giving up. I kissed his forehead then walked out the room. I didn't want to leave, but I knew it would make him feel bettr.

That night, my sleep was restless. As like everyother night. The only differance was the phone call. The phone rang waking me instently.

"Bonjour." I said into the phone.

""FRANCE! HURY! IT"S ENGLAND!" someone yelled on the other end. I didn't recomend the voice, but I didn't care. There was no time for me to wonder who it was. I rushed to England's house. Tears running down my cheeks.

"England!" I cried bursting through the door to his bedroom.

"He-hello?" England croaked his voice hoarse.

"England, what happened? Are you okay?" I cried rushing to my loves bedside.

"I'm-sorry-France. I'm-going-to-die." England mumbled.

"Please, please, please don't die on me mon a'mour." I cried.

"Can-you-do-something-for-me?" He asked.

"Oui. Anything."I smiled through the tears.

"Tell-me-the-story-of-how-we-met. You-always-told-it-better" He croaked. I was to sad to say a happy memory like that. But he wanted i. So I tried my best.

"It was a beautiful Augast night back in the 14th century. I was in a flower field and you were visiting. I told my usual jokes, acted my usual sexual way, and some how you liked it. We had a few laughs, drank some whine, you were to drunk to act normal and ended up kissing me. Things had escalated from there, and somehow, I deserved the love from you." I smiled. I started crying more, I failed him. His last wish, and I had failed him.

"Thank-you-France." England smiled.

"I wont be able to live without you, mon a'mour." I whispered through tears. How could I live with the man I loved so much dead? He was the most important thing in my life and soon he'd be gone.

"France, listen to me. I love you. I love you so much. Just know that. Even if it's hard, you can live without me. You must continue your life. Please, whatever you do, try not to die."

"I love you to." I said clutching his hang in both of mine. I wouldn't awnser the rest of what me said. How could I let him knowing I was planning to kill myself afterwards.

"Stay with me until I die."

"I will mon a'mour." I cried. I didn't need to wait long. We sat there crying and holding hands for five minutes. Then, he died. I kissed his forehead and rushed out of the room crying. I don't even remember coming home. Everything was a blur until I was in my room with a gun. Beside me there was a note saying I couldn't live without England. My hands were shaking. I took a deep breathe and shot a bullet into my head.

The End

I cried writing this. I cried a lot.