I felt like writing this, new death every day. A review would be nice? just one.
The only thing I can remember vividly,
to the point I can't breathe,
is when we first came here.
Even while everyone was trying to think of a way to escape.
I did nothing to help… I had to be protected like an idiot.
Meanwhile, everyone else was getting hurt.
And I was alone.
One after the other, they lost their lives right before my eyes.
Italy burst into the piano room, and gasped at the sight. There was Japan, lying a little away from the piano, his Katana lying a little away from his hand. The room was covered in blood, and Italy brought a hand to his mouth as he examined Japan's wounds.
His head was bleeding, badly. His chest was ripped open and blood was pooling out of him. His usually white naval suit, was torn all over and splattered with blood. His half-lidded eyes looked directly at the trembling nation in front of him.
"Huhu… I'm sorry. It looks like this is the end for me." He said sadly.
"D-Don't say that! What just a minute! I'll make bandages out of this flag and stop the bleeding!" cried Italy. Japan looked into the eyes of the nation in front of him, smiling sadly.
"No… No. It's hopeless. There is no time… Please just leave me…. And go to the others. Fortunately, they've… forgotten…. That I came here. Please, leave me." Italy began to fumble around in his pockets for something, anything! That would help Japan.
"Of course I can't do that! Just- I'll make bandages right now! Please!" but he was interrupted as Japan spoke again softly.
"Italy"
"Wh-What?"
"You don't have your white flag anymore, do you? You have already used all of it to make bandages for everyone else." Italy gripped the side of his own head with his hands, shaking his head.
"No- I-I do! L-Look! I just made it! I'll help you right now… No…No, Japan… I'll do anything! I'll do anything! Just hold on a little longer!" Japan cracked open his eyes a little, there was clearly no white flag in the little Italian's hands.
"Italy, You are very kind. But even though my eyes are dulled, I know that you are lying. It is so… frustrating. I wanted us to get…out…together….." Italy fell to his knees and grasped Japan's hands in his own, shaking them.
Kiku Honda closed his eyes, and went to sleep. For the last time. Italy's tears began to fall. Trembling, Italy leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the head.
Addio… Japan.
