Tears formed in the corners of the Prussian's blood-like crimson eyes. Lightening shattered across
the sky like broken glass as rain pelted down on himself and his own uniform. He collapsed to the mud,
letting it splatter across his lower-form. The threatening salty drops poured from his eyes now, as he
clenched his teeth in the absolute most terrified thing imaginable. Pain. It had managed to rip into his body,
worming its way into his heart and eating him alive. He felt guilt weigh down his mind as shame overcame
it. There he was, the most beautiful person anyone could ever imagine.. He had killed him. His usually silky
dark brunette hair was now matted and soaked with blood. His violet eyes were open in fear, slowly he was
losing color. "A-Austria.." The albino managed to choke out, biting his lip in anger. "Austria, don't die on
me!" He shouted over the storm. Grabbing onto the warrior, the Prussian soldier kissed him into the mud,
hoping it would leave a little spark of some sort, somewhat bringing his old companion back to life. No
response, just a dark, cold bitter taste was left on his lips. The ruby-like liquid was now trickling out of the
side of the aristocrat's mouth as his eyes closed, letting his glasses sink into the mud. "Austria!" Prussia
screamed at the top of his lungs, "Austria! I love you, I'm sorry! I never wanted you to die!" His voice was
under heard due to the loud screeches of wind and slams of thunder. Who needed pride? Unfortunately for
himself, the warrior buried his face into the Austrian's chest, crying his eyes out.