Waking up, France realized his pillow was soaked with tears. That's when he remembered the night before. Sadly, he changed his

clothes for the last time ever.

"Allons-y."

Meanwhile, Germany had started to notice Italy acting oddly. He usually never woke up this early, and he wouldn't touch his breakfast.

"Italy." Germany said loudly, yet with concern. The Italian jumped, and began shaking.

"G-germany... I need to tell you something..." Italy nervously announced. "Fra-"

Italy paused.

"I couldn't tell you yesterday because you were passed out... and nobody would answer the phone... but France called and..." Italy stopped.

"What? Italy, what did he say?" Germany asked.

"I-I'm sorry Germany! I didn't know what to do!" Italy began tearing up. "I don't think he's okay. He seemed really sad...Germany.."

Nothing else was needed. Immediatly, Germany grabbed his coat and ran out the door, starting the ignition and racing to France's house.

France had arrived at work, and gave his boss a personal apology. This was it. He was quitting his job. Before his boss could convince

him otherwise, he hopped in his car and raced home.

In the darkness of his room on a stormy morning, France found his favourite pistol. He didn't even bother crying,

or thinking of his past. All he wanted was to get away from his miserable day to day life. Finally, he cleared all thoughts

from his head, placed the gun over his temple, and pulled the trigger.

Germany knew that he needed to get to France's house fast, but the morning traffic made it impossible. He knew what he had to do.

He swiftly jumped out from his vehicle and ran full speed towards his destination, hoping it would'nt be too late. The humidity from the

air clung to his shirt as water dripped off of his skin. At this point, the only thing fueling him was adrenaline.

A few minutes later, he could vaguely see his destination in the distance. His lungs were beginning to give out on him,

and his hangover had gotten even worse. He saw stars, and he barely had any energy left in him.

"I'm going to be too late." Germany sobbed.