Spain put down his sword, ready to surrender. He just couldn't take it. This war was too much. France saw what Spain had did, "Spain, we need to fight, help win this." France went back to defending his territory. Prussia was working his butt off, "Can't I get a break?" Piercing a near by enemy, France spun around and kicked up Spain's sword. "Take this and fight." France was going to give Spain the sword, but only found him dead with another sword stuck in him. He yelled over to Prussia but he didn't bother to listen, still fighting. Prussia was fighting with all his might now, past exhausted. He gets stabbed from behind. Having his blood drain out so fast made him really dizzy. He collasped, then died. France saw this and dragged Prussia's body by Spain's. He grabbed both of them, tears coming out of his eyes, as fast as Prussia's blood drained. The Bad Touch Trio will be together, no matter what," he whispered into his dead friends' ears. He set down the bodies and layed between them. He brought his sword to his chest. "We will stay together, friends." He punctured his heart, dying instantly.