aw. Well this contains character death, and OCs. Bye.

The United Arab Republic

"I'm sorry Egypt, if only we could have spent more time together." Syria said sadly, cradling the Egyptian. The poor guy had gotten himself shot for nothing.

"We're spending time together right now." Egypt said through bloody lips, showing red-tinted teeth. Red ink rapidly spread across the uniform he was wearing.

"We have to get you help! A field hospital, a medic, anything!" Syria's voice reached the clouds with its level of hysteria.

"No, no hospital." He reached up a hand and placed it on the other boy's chest, "Remember me, ok?"

"W-what?" Syria's eyes grew wider, if that was possible, as tears sparked in the corners and he struggled to dam back the oncoming flood.

"Remember me." He repeated, his had beginning to slip off.

"Egypt.."

"People sat when you see a light.."

"Egypt no!"

"You should go toward it."

"Gupta!"

Syria could no longer hold in his tears, letting them out freely, with clenched teeth and shut eyes. This was not happening.

"Do you think I should go toward it?"

"I-I don't.. I don't want you to go!" He wailed, like a child would. His eyes open, looking skyward, angry at heaven, at Allah for doing this.

"Do you think that I should go towards the light, Sabih?" Egypt asked him again, his voice becoming hoarse. His hand slipped off of Syria's chest.

"No!" He sobbed, pulling Egypt closer, "Don't go!"

Suddenly Syria was a child again, crying for Turkey, crying out, 'don't go!' Before being taken to France's house. Never again.

Never again.

"Gupta?" He asked, throat closing up, blinking back tears that made his vision blurry.

"I won't leave until you tell me to."

"C-an you please stay? So I can get you to a hospital?" It could never be done. His uniform and Syria's was soaked in a deep, dark red.

"I'm sorry Sabih, my time, it's to soon. I'm so sorry." Egypt's eyes closed and he breathed no more.

He wailed, he screamed, he pounded the earth with his fists. He shrieked to the Heavens and screamed at the Earth. Whatever stability his life had now vanished, the smooth glass pane of his existence warped and shattered, painting everything red. The only thing he saw was Egypt's- no Gupta's corpse. He grabbed it and held it like a life preserver.

And that is how Iran and Lebanon found him, clutching a corpse of a nation that would never come home.