The battle had lasted almost three days. Both sides were matched almost perfectly, and neither side was winning. They fought until they had become exhausted and couldn't fight anymore. England and Spain were the only two still standing and fighting. They stood close to one another, weapons together and out of breath.

"I won't give up! Not this time." Spain breathed out, pushing against the sword the other nation was holding. England, too tired to do anything other than push back, sneered.

"Good, cause I won't be either, wanker!"

The rest of the nations watched as the two long-time rivals began to battle again. Not long afterward though, Spain's axe broke through the blade of England's sword and the smaller man was slammed to the ground. Holding the axe close to his enemy's throat, Spain ground out,

"I will give you one chance to surrender Arthur." The use of his human name startled England and he looked up in shock. Then he hung his head in defeat.

"You've won this time Antonio. You've had your revenge."

Antonio sighed and slumped onto the table he and Prussia were sitting at.

"Gil, what happens when a nation is dissolved?" He asked his longtime friend. Gilbert gave him a sympathetic look before shaking his head,

"Tonio, I'm afraid I can't tell you that," He shrugged, "I barely remember myself what happened." The albino man's eyes shifted, giving away his slight lie. Antonio's shoulders slumped at that, but he didn't catch the other's behavior. Gilbert put a hand on his shoulder, sighing.

"Dude, don't be so gloomy! His memory lives in our hearts! Or that's how Mattie put it when he was talking to Austria…" Alfred F. Jones' loud voice made both men jump. They both turned around, Prussia laughing his weird laugh.

"Kesesese! Man America, stealing your brother's lines huh?" He called back to the blonde. The younger nation laughed, shrugging. Antonio laid his head on the table again, watching as Gilbert got up to begin a drinking contest, shouting about how America could never beat his awesome self. A soft laugh signaled that someone had just sat across from him and he turned his head to look into the light purple eyes of Matthew Williams.

"Hola Canada." Spain tried for a smile, but he knew it fell a little short. America's younger brother gave him a sweet smile and patted his shoulder softly.

"I know this is a hard loss for you." He mumbled.

"Matthew, I know the two of you were good friends, how are you getting through it?" He asked, needing advice.

"I keep telling myself that, even though we haven't been able to get him back, to remember one thing. He didn't die in vain." With that, the small blonde stood and left him to his thoughts again. For some reason, out of everyone that had come to either congratulate, or sympathize with him, Canada had done the best at cheering him up. Maybe it was the fact that he had known Lovi almost as well as him, and their shared friendship with the boy made it more sincere. It made him realize that he wasn't the only one suffering. With that realization, Spain looked up to see America fall over and Prussia hold up a mug of beer, cheering. He let out the most sincere smile and laugh he'd had since he had seen the flag stuck in the ruins of Naples. A derisive snort from behind him caught him off-guard and he turned around in surprise. Austria stood there watching as his albino housemate got drunk off his ass.

"Hola Roderich!"

"Antonio." The musician acknowledged. The brunette sat down in the seat Canada had just left. Austria looked down at the table silently, and Spain knew he felt the same way he had not two minutes ago.

"Roderich, you're not alone amigo. You gotta remember that." He spoke softly, startling the man with his tone. Before he could say anything else, Gilbert staggered over and slumped next to Austria.

"Roddy! Ish it time to go home yet?" He slurred out. The poor aristocratic nation slumped over from the sudden weight placed upon him.

"Gilbert, get off me!" He cried out, attempting to push the larger man off.

By the time everyone finally went home, Antonio was too drunk to even stand. As soon as he stood to leave, his knees buckled and he nearly fell, until two pairs of hands caught him.

"Whoa! Dude, let the Hero and his Sidekick help you!" It was America and Canada. Spain smiled at them before finally passing out.