I was walking with Finland having a grand old-time, concluding that I've loved him for the longest amount of time. But, I now went to the resort of just being friends, even though my love for him is still strong. But, it is better this way, at least now he doesn't try to run away from me as often.
"Oh Sweden, I'm so happy we're friends" Finland said joyfully.
"Me too Finny..." Finland freezes at the nick-name I've given him but soon continues to skip along the road happily.
"Ya know, I don't think I could live without you" Finland says.
"What do you mean?" I asked trying to keep my cool, and succeeded. Finland hesitates to say anything as if to come up with a lie.
He says "Well, friends need to stick together, and we're friends so we need to stick together, therefore we need each other."
I smile, but soon after, fades as I watch a drunk driver curve around and hit... Finland...
The blood, so much blood is coming from his jacket and is making its way to my hands. The dark red color almost runs up my whole arm as I try to pick up his lifeless body. He still breaths at this moment, but who knows when that steady beat will stop.
Sirens are heard in a distance and I look back at Finland. He smiles the weakest smile and then... dies.
I can't help but run, I love him but I can't stay. The last words he says still linger in my mind.
"We need each other."