Here's Ch.2 Hope you like it!

Everything was numb; my body felt like nothing, weightless. My mind was blank unable to process reality; lost in the black oblivion of my own subconscious. I wasn't aware of my surroundings nor did I feel the water fully consume me as my destroyed Audi sunk to the bottom of the river. This black painless world was soothing; it tempted me with its false promises. Why not live in this world of blackness; why should I live with the struggle, the pain, and the guilt I've had to face for hundreds of years.

Who would miss me anyway? I'm the villain; the bad guy; the overly serious one who could silence a room just by walking in. Wouldn't it be better if I was gone? Surely Italy would miss me, but Italy was that one exception. He would get over my death surely… eventually.

I felt a pressure on my face and realized I wouldn't be given the luxury of choosing my own fate as I was slowly brought back to reality. I felt the weight increase on my mouth and my fingers and toes began to tingle. I felt the pressure shift and realized someone's mouth was pressed to my own.

I opened my eyes slowly, the bright light hurt and I quickly clenched them shut. I slowly lifted my arm and felt the other persons chin, lightly pushing them away before expelling the water from my lungs. I coughed and hacked, and the person shifted my body to the side to prevent me from choking. As my body regained mobility my mind slowly recovered; the Russians, the bombing, the accident, the woman… the woman!

My eyes shot open despite the instant sensitivity. I felt the persons hand against my face and I jolted up. Pain racked my body; everything was hurting and my head throbbed with the most intense aching. It felt as though my body was slowly trying to knit itself back together, but no matter how quickly my body rehabilitated there was still a giant hole in my heart that would never heal; my city was still gone.

I turned to see my own brother sitting next to me. His eyes were wide with concern and he had obviously been crying. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot; the same color as his bright scarlet irises. His silvery blond hair was matted to his face and blood (assumingly mine) was smeared across his mouth and his wet white t-shirt. He looked at me intently as if he was trying to say something but couldn't find the words. I didn't give him time to speak.

"The girl!" I cried out making Prussia jump back in surprise. "Is she…" I paused realizing the word "dead" filled me with sudden guilt and pain.

"What girl?" Prussia whispered. "It was just you. You were at the bottom of the river. You were in an acced…"

"I know what happened!" I grew impatient at Gilbert's sudden ignorance. "There was a woman in the back seat of my car!" Prussia's expression became quizzical.

"There was no woman there," He exclaimed, but I couldn't live with that thought and bolted for the river, my brother shocked by my actions. "Bruder! Stop! Come back!" but he was ignored as was the intense pain in my chest as I sprinted faster and faster my body finally hitting the water as I pushed my arms back and paddled down to the remnants of my car.

The front driver's side window was shattered, from my brother most likely as he rescued me from my icy prison, and I pushed myself through the narrow orifice. My body began to feel the need for air but I quickly dismissed it looking for signs of the mysterious human who had been strapped to the back seat. I felt around and noticed immediately that the seatbelts had been cut. There was no one there and I argued to myself whether or not this person even existed.

My vision was blurry but as I felt around my fingers touched something floating around in the back. It was my jacket; the same jacket I wrapped the woman in to keep her warm. But where was this woman? My mind began to spin but before I could delve deeper into the matter I felt a hand wrap around my ankle as Prussia pulled me out. He was obviously concerned about my behavior; I was concerned about my behavior.

I reached the surface and was immediately verbally assaulted by my brother. "Are you crazy!?" He yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

His words were drowned out by my sudden retching and more blood began spilling out of my mouth and staining the water. My brother's anger instantly turned to concern as he towed me back to shore. He laid me down on my back as I gripped my chest tightly and sobbed the name of my beloved city. That was all I could think about now; the screaming of my people as the buildings began to collapse, the loud explosions and the whirring of enemy aircraft. The woman became a fading concern as I knew she probably never existed anyway and the searing pain of loss dominated my entire being.

After ten minutes I heard the slamming of a car door followed by the distinct sound of boots against gravel. Austria and Hungary appeared at the top of the bridge and once we were noticed Hungary immediately began to sprint towards the steep rocky hill that led to our location as if my life depended on it (maybe it did); Austria just walked, trying to keep a sense of nobility while trying not to soil his spotless uniform with dirt and mud.

As soon as she reached us Hungary laid on top of me, grabbing my waist and pulling me close into a tight embrace. I could feel her hot tears on the back of my neck and her hands gripping my hair; I could feel my own eyes beginning to water and she told me it was okay. She began to sob and stroked my hair like I was a child; she cried even harder when I wrapped my arms around her and accepted her hug, letting my tears spill over her green uniform. I have never cried in front of another country before besides my brother; it seemed to be the ultimate sign of weakness but I knew I couldn't hold this pain inside. I had never felt this kind of pain before. I heard someone clear his throat.

"Hungary please, let him sit up. You're probably hurting him," Austria said with actual concern in his voice.

"I'm sorry," she said, directing her apology at me. She lifted her head and wiped the tears away from my eyes before getting up and dusting off her uniform. She then hugged Prussia, who also was in tears, a small line of blood dribbling from his mouth; he must also have been in pain for Munich was as much his as it was mine.

I felt weak and defenseless like everyone had power over me; it was not a feeling I enjoyed. I liked to be in charge and collected at all times, giving the EU some structure. I didn't know what to do or how to act now that I was vulnerable; I felt like crawling under a rock or running away although the other countries' presence gave me comfort.

"Germany…" I looked up to see Austria standing over me, his violet eyes filled with worry. He offered a gloved hand and I accepted it, groaning and gasping in pain as he lifted me to my feet. He took one look at my mangled appearance and wrapped his arms around me despite his uniform getting stained with blood. I began to cry again and this time I sobbed letting all my pain out on Austria who must have been uncomfortable but did not complain.

Prussia was the last to hug me, his deep and loving. We both cried and I felt like the tears would never stop, but eventually they did; however the pain and emptiness I felt did not.

After we collected ourselves I half walked and was half dragged up the hill by Hungary who refused to let me walk on my own. I never knew she cared so much about me, and it made me feel a little better inside knowing I do have some people who care.

My brother and I were put in the back of Austria's car while Hungary sat between us, checking us physically and made sure to tell us that we were going to be fine. Every so often my body would be racked with convulsions reminding me of all I had lost.

The drive seemed to last an eternity and when Austria pulled into my driveway I noticed other cars parked out front. Apparently all of Europe had come to visit me but I wouldn't be there to greet them; as soon as the car stopped my body had begun to seize and I once again blacked out.

When I woke up everyone was gone and I felt a little more comfortable. Austria, Hungary, and Italy refused to leave so I gave them all a room in which to sleep before visiting the restroom.

The first thing I noticed was how terrible I looked. My hair was in thick tangles, matted down to my forehead with water and blood. My eyes were red and swollen; my once bright and seemingly glowing sky blue eyes were dull and lifeless. My clothes were a mess and my already fair skin tone looked transparent.

I took a long hot shower and put on some new clothes before sitting on my bed, ready for rest. I looked over and noticed my military jacket lying on the floor and immediately picked it up. I looked at it for a minute, my mind wandering to the woman I had saved. She had to have been part of my imagination although my heart was telling me otherwise. I saw her, I thought to myself. I know she exists.

I felt a something out of place as I ran my hand over the jacket. Curious, I felt across it again until I found the source. In the folds of my jacket was a rather long and delicate feather. I twirled the unusual feather between my fingers for a few moments before setting it down on my desk and returning to bed.

I hope you like it so far! I was thinking about incorperating Maximum Ride characters and other characters P.O.V in this so tell me what you think XD