DreadfulStar: I would like to credit otakuLALA, Madtala on FanFiction, DarthYoda42, gaarapandachan, SourBlueGummyBear, SariDell on deviantART and a few others that I likely have forgotten about. Without their encouragement and slivers of ideas, I would never have been inspired to even continue the first chapter.

Romano was shoved aside by the paramedics that filed into the small room. His fits of hysteria caused him to be escorted outside into the living room. He had physically assaulted one paramedic who tried to move him away from his brother. Who, on that note, was being assessed by the EMT team. He had called an ambulance after realizing that his brother might still be able to be revived, just with medical technology and such.

Huffing and wiping his face off, he turned away from the room. He was pondering what he should do when the phone started ringing. He barely registered the paramedics voices when he answered the phone.

"Hello? This is Romano?" He quickly said glancing down at his shoes.

"Romano?" The voice on the other side replied. It was Spain, "What are you doing at Germany's house? Is something wrong?"

Romano choked on his words briefly before replying, " Yes...Just. GET OVER HERE NOW! EMERGENCY!" He slammed the phone down in his unnecessary anger.

Spain blinked and looked at his cell. Without a second thought, he rushed faster down the highway. Thank god, he thought, I was on my way over anyway.

One of the paramedics looked around. They had started to put the bodies into the bags, when one stood up and announced that he would find the young man that had called them. He walked out and looked around the front room. When he found him sitting on the floor by the doorway with his head in his hands, a door slammed outside the house.

"Sir?" The paramedic asked cautiously, remembering how violent the man was earlier, "I fear I have bad news"

The door slammed open to a panting Spain looking around, "What happened? You called?"

Romano whipped his head at the intruder with a snarl.

The paramedic looked from the young man in front of him to the man who just opened the door. Deciding the younger seeming male was likely to be mentally unstable and that the older came for the other, he decided he'd tell the older and less likely to try and choke him the bad news.

Slowly ascending from where he had crouched on the floor, Romano glaring menacingly at him, never blinking. A shudder ran up his spine as he backed away and more-than-happily greeted the other male.

"I-I'm sorry Mister-?" The paramedic started.

"Spai- I mean Antonio..."

"Well Mister Antonio, how well do you know the young man sitting over there? And his assumed relatives?"

"Close...Very close, we are at least. What do you mean other 'assumed' relatives?"

The paramedic uncomfortably glanced around, "The young male that looks very similiar to him and a blond tall male?"

"Oh," Spain looked at him, "his brother and his brother's best friend! What happened?"

"I-I'm sorry but earlier today it seems, to be blunt... In a way...," he fought for a choice of words,"well both are now deceased. We are uncertain about cause of death but we can find out. Is there anyone else we should notify?"

Spain looked distant and shook his head, "No...No, I'll do that. After I comfort him.." He motioned towards Romano and the paramedic nodded in understanding.

Spain waited until the paramedic disappeared into the adjacent room to walk over to the trembling Romano.

"What do you want, dammit?!" Romano furiously growled.

Sighing, he ignored the comment and calmly wiped Romano's face, which was not easy because he kept leaning away. Taking a deep breath, Spain took Romano's face in his hands.

"Romano, listen to me. I have very bad news. Your brother... is confirmed to have passed away. He's gone. Do you hear me?" Spain said seriously and softly, in a soothing voice you use on children to make them feel better.

Romano looked at him sharply. Spain stretched out him arm to brush Romano's hair, Romano leaned backwards again. Every time.

"Are you ok, Romano?" Spain asked, concerned.

Romano didn't answer, he just stared off into the floor, deep in thought.

Spain blinked sadly knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with him. When he heard shuffling, he glanced over to see the paramedics carrying out two long black bags. He silently gasped and looked over at Romano, who was paying very close attention to the paramedics. He stated at one very protectively.

Spain shook his head and tapped Romano's hand, earning him a hateful stare.

"Don't pay attention to them. Ok? Can you come with me? We need to go somewhere." Spain said, knowing they'd need to leave the house. He looked over at the paramedics leaving the room, "Come on, Romano, how about going for a ride and just get out of this house? We can stop by in a nearby park and talk."

Romano shot him a disgusted snarl but sighed and let Spain help him up. Spain put his arm around his companion. That time Romano seemed to want the physical attention. In fact, he was starting to warm up to Spain's attention; it wasn't a lot but it was there. Romano's scowl slowly faded to a soft, grateful smile when Spain looked away, but it disappeared when he realized he was the only Italy now.

The only Italy? Was he now just Italy? Did he still have the name 'South'? Or what...

[Ten minutes later]

Prussia laughed as he carelessly slammed his door shut. He didn't expect anything out of the ordinary when he walked into his brother's house. The house was quiet before he walked in and called to his brother that he was home.

"West! You there?" Prussia walked around the living room. He waited for an answer but never received one. Assuming Germany had left for the day, he opened the door to his bedroom and threw his jacket down.

Before walking out he noticed something queer. Germany's bed was messy...

Maybe one of his dogs got up on it. They know getter though... Dogs are still dogs. They'll try to get away with anything.

Prussia shrugged at the thought. It explained the bed being messed up. Though when he looked over... He noticed something stranger. Germany always leaves out clothes for the morning. If he had left, he would've dressed in whatever was sitting out. Yet... Prussia noticed the clothes were still there. And the clothes were folded horribly, as if he was in a hurry or with an apathetic mood. It was obvious neither should have been likely, Germany never just throws clothes around.

Though he doesn't set clothes out untill 6 o'clock everyday. This was only afternoon!

In his pocket, Prussia's phone started buzzing. He shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"This is the Awesome Prussia, whatcya want?" Prussia remarked over the phone to the caller. His voice held traits of uncertainty.

"Prussia! Good, I need to tell you something. Maybe sit down? Where are you?" Spain said with a serious tone.

Prussia looked around and sat in the foot of his brother' s bed. His eyes now starting to suspiciously gaze around.

"I'm sitting, now what? What happened?" Prussia questioned with a hint of concern.

Spain paused for a moment. Prussia sat on the bed, dread bubbling in him. Finally Spain said something, "Today I was called over to Germany's house... Romano was called over by Italy. It seems that when Romano got over there, Germany was laying in his bed... But very still. He told Italy he seemed to be..." Spain inhaled slowly before continuing, " dead. And from there Italy apparently had some sort of heart attack. When paramedic arrived... They said it was too late."

Prussia shook his head, eyes starting to water. "Spain that's a-absurd! We are nations w-we can't just die! Germany is not dead," Prussia strained to keep a level, calm voice. He laughed unsurely, trying to make himself belief that Spain was lying. "That is a cruel joke!"

"Prussia... It's true." Spain took a serious, almost frightening tone.

"Why? I-I don't understand. He's..?"

"I'm so sorry Prussia... I don't understand either. If I know anything I'll tell you."

Prussia sniffled and bid Spain a goodbye. He bit his lip and slowly started to fall backwards. He landed on the springy mattress with his face covered up. His hand brushed a few tears away and uneasily laughed. The laughs were full of doubt and false hopes, as if the laughter was his shield from hurt.

This is all a joke. And a good joke that. As if he expects me to believe that my brother is dead! He's fine, as always. Though... then where is he?

Oh he's probably in on it! Maybe Hungary and Austria are doing this as revenge! Maybe this is Germany's revenge for dying all his socks pink! That's a good reason... Though he doesn't play revenge games... Not one this... Dark.

Who am I kidding, Germany wouldn't do something like this. ...It's true?

Prussia dragged his fingers through his hair. He curled on his side whimpering like a pathetic puppy. Sniffling, he wiped his hand across his face to stop the tears, but it was to no avail. Slowly but surely, tears started to stream down his face, leaving damp streaks on his pale cheeks. He sucked a breath of air and curled up tighter.


Sorry guys. There will be a super long hiatus. A few other fandoms are dragging me away. I figured I'd update this at least and let you know I live!