Capital my Capital

Ch2: Judgment Day

Prussia

"N-no… NO!" Labored breaths, the pounding of feet resonating through a dark green forest. The determined tears of a 16 year old spilt on the forest floor. That girl, was running to save someone she loved. Her corn-yellow blond hair was pulled up in a high pony-tail. Her hazel eyes looked around, finally spotting what she intended to find, she ran over to that person and hugged him close to her chest.

His silver hair was covered with dirt, leaves, and blood. His own blood. The girl looked at him, tears cascading down her pale face. The man opened his eyes, revealing crimson red orbs. He slowly reached his hand up to her, cupping her face in his hand.

"My dear Berlin…" He murmured, smiling. "My dear, dear daughter…" he coughed a little, red splotches of blood spraying everywhere, even on Berlin's face. She reached her hand to her face, and then brought her hands down again to see her fathers life's energy in front of her. Her body suddenly started racked with shaking.

"V-Vater… don't die…" She looked at him, tears still falling. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. He weakly smiled at her.

"I have lived longer then I should have, and even at the end of this war, I don't regret dieing…" Her eyes widened when she saw the blood trailing down his chin, by now she was just hugging him closer to her.

"Where is… Where is Vater Duetschland?" She questioned, looking at him hopefully. He shook his head, atleast tried to, and frowned.

"West… West died before me, saving little Italy…" He chuckled, closing his eyes. She looked at him, wishing she was strong enough to carry him out of this hell forest. "Its so… cold." He finally said.

"Vater?! No… no… please don't leave me… please!?" She asked, panic etched onto her face.

"Nein, Aales…" She spoke her human name in kindness. "Its my time. Iche liebe dich, Aales…"

And then… he was gone.

Japan

The swipe of the pencil across the paper, the smell of the ink of a pen, it was what made up this room. In the corner of the room a 22 year old man was sitting at a desk, a pen in hand. He ran a hand through his dark black hair.

"The due date is soon… I need more…" He muttered, furiously scribbling out something he had just drawn. He sighed, setting down the pen he was using.

"Maybe I should just doodle a bit, maybe that will spark my ideas…" He muttered, picking up his pen again, Starting to do the rough outline of his drawing. He smiled, realizing who he was drawing. "Ah, beautiful Aales…"

He had met her 40 years ago, when he looked around the age of 16, she 10. He had instantly fallen in love with her. He would do anything for her. Ever since they met, she was his best friend and he was okay with that,

He flushed a deep red at the thought of her, and continued drawing. But 10 minutes later, the sound of someone knocking on the sliding doors of his old fashioned home sounded. His head turned to the door.

"Come in please…" He called out, the doors sliding open immediately. 2 soldiers rushed in, there faces showed panic.

"Tokyo-Dono!" The one on the left said, almost crying. Tokyo raised an eyebrow.

"Hai?" He asked, putting a strand of hair behind his ear.

"J-Japan-Dono…. Japan-dono is dead!" They said in unison.

Tokyo felt his world go red, he stood up, eyes wide. He staggered towards them. He looked the one on the rights shoulders in his hands. "A-Are you joking? PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE JOKING!!" He screamed, stepping back a bit, shaking his head.

"T-Tokyo-Dono…" They muttered, shaking there heads. "Sorry for the disturbance…" They walked out. Tokyo cried. The phone rang.

"Moshi-Moshi?" He said, tears rolling do to the revalation he had just heard. He didn't want to seem rude, so he silently cried.

"H-Hallo? Satoshi?" The crying voice of Aales came across the line. Tokyo's eyes widened, noticing she was crying as well.

"A-Aales-chan?" He asked, another silent tear rolling down his face. "What's wrong?" She quietly sobbed on the other side of the line and he silently cursed his luck that he couldn't be with her.

"My Vater!" She cried. Vater… vater… He fathers? What had happened to her fathers?

"Aales-chan! You have to tell me what happened!" He asked politely. She took in one more sob before saying what had happened.

"Vater… They, there dead Satoshi. The country of Germany is dead…" And for the second time that day his world went red.

He decided that day, he was going to her and he wasn't going to leave her be.

Italy, Romano, Germany

Blood, blood, blood, BLOOD!!!

He backed away from the two corpses wide eyed. He shook his head, going back to the corpses. A tear ran down his face. He went to hug them, getting blood on his tan military uniform. He turned to one of them, taking his hand in his own. He took the white flag out of his hand.

He went to the other corpse, tears filling his eyes at once again. He took the black gun out of the corpses hand.

"Padri…" He murmured in Italian. He shook his brown hair out, smiling in a sad way. He turned to the left of the first corpse to find yet another corpse. This corpse had blonde hair. His eyes widened as he saw the blonde haired corpses hand in one of his dads.

"Rome!" Someone called to him, he turned to them, his eyes cold. He glared at them, putting up his guards. He was always like that. Cole, heartless, ruthless, rude, horrible, in-human to other people.

"What the fuck do you want?" he spat out. The soldier coward in fear, as Rome picked him up by the collar of his uniform. "What the HELL could you possibly want at THIS moment…" Tears were streaming down his face, he knew that, But he couldn't help it. His family, the only people he loved, were gone.

Forever…

America

DC sighed, yawning. Sure, he had some intrest in the politics of his countries, but lately it was all boring. All the stuff the old people talked about what the war that was going on. Right now, he really just wanted to grab a smoothie and go hang out with Tokyo and Berlin. He groaned before banging his head on the table he was sitting at.

The door suddenly banged open and a middle aged man ran into the room with a letter. All the heads in the room turned to the man. He was panting, out of breath. DC looked at him, curious as to what would make this man run so fast.

"Ah, DC!" He called out, sweat going down his forehead. "Where are you DC. Its urgent news!" DC stood up, shaking out his bleach blond hair. His blue eyes looked into the old mans.

"Yes, I am here. What is this urgent news you speak of? Is it news from my father…?" He asked, a little bit more animated. He loved his father to pieces, though his father was a little disappointed when he found out that DC didn't like meat and converted into a vegatarian.

"Yes… I guess it can be news…" He sighed, looking his age in less then 5 seconds. DC stiffened. The way that man said it, it was like something bad had happened. Now, he was afraid. What was this news?

"W-what…. What is it?" He weakly smiled. The man frowned, and looked away, whispering something. Suddenly, DC got angry. This man was obviously prolonging what he had to say. "WHAT WAS THAT SPEAK UP!" He said losing his temper, something that rarely happened.

"America is dead!" DC's eyes widened, as he fell to his knee's. He looked around as everyone from the senate started conversing. He could hear there shouts of 'Go tell the president!'. But he could careless. To them, America was just the country. To DC, he was a father. He was the only family he ever knew save England and London. Suddenly he started sobbing. What else was he to do? Someone came up to him. It was one of the people from the Senate, an old woman of around 52.

"DC…" He smiled at her, out of everyone he loved her the most as she was the one who had helped him when he first got into politics around 20 years ago. She closed her eyes, and hugged him close.

"Mrs. Olivia…" He cried, sobbing into her shoulder. She rubbed his back, telling him it would be alright. Would it really? She really doubted it, and she knew that so much more responsibility was to be left to this young man, now that his father was dead.

"Damien…" She said his human name and he smiled at her, pulling out of the hug. She looked at him sadly as he went to the front of the room and in front of the podium. She gasped as she heard what he was saying.

"Everyone, please. Calm down…. My father, your country, is dead and I? I will make everything better. I will stop the war, I will become the new country of America… So just…. Just please calm down?" He smiled sadly. That promise would help him gain the loyalties of everyone in his fathers country. That promise would, as he would one day find out, guarentee his future.

"Please… Please don't shed tears for the country that has once been, but for the country that will be!" He shouted, as everyone agreed.

The country of America was dead…. But a new country was to be formed…

World War Three. A war anyone would say was the worst war ever. Countries falling like the leaves in fall, blood spilt daily. It was truly one of the worst things in the world. No one remembers why the war started in the first place, everyone who was there just remembers the first fights.

All the capitals, with losing there families now have to fight in the war and keep there lands if not, they too die. But with Alliances there are also enemy Alliances as well. And all the capitals, dispite some of there ages, will know blood shed and war better then others.

And for one Capital it was even more of a loss, but not at the same time.

"Papa…. Am I a sin? Am I? I'm sorry Papa….. But your death was inevitable…"

A/N: Ah, and that's all for now. But I think I am going to go work on the next chapter now. The next chapter is going to be about the man evil character in this fic and I want to see if you can guess who she is from the last line of the chapter.

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