BERLIN's P.O.V

So many memories were flowing in my mind, and it hurt so much to view and remember them. Damn blood flowing out of my skull, out of my flesh and bone. It was like they too, were flowing out of my life. I could barely see the faint images that they brung. Short flashes of life, they were, and it burned my eyes, burned my body, and my soul as I tried to grasp onto them.

Memories of training with Germany, memories of torturing Prussia and being tortured back by him -what fun that was. Memories of eating Italy's pasta, memories of talking to France without having to worry about anything, and memories of Russia.

Oh Russia. Why are you doing this? How would you like it if we, the Germans, had placed a wall around you? Splitting you in half and make you suffer this unbareable pain like you are forcing me to do? Why don't you just come on down here, and I'll be happy to give you a good round of fists being launched upside your childish face. Why won't you stop this madness? You're killing me; what a murderer you are.

My vision became even more slurred. I couldn't keep this up much longer.

Die! Let me die!

I've lost enough blood as it is, both from war and from the wrecked wall.

I don't want to face this anymore!

I have scars, cuts, and bruises in places where they shouldn't even be.

Oh the pain, let me knock this pain off with my damn revolver!

Buck Dich Russia, buck Dich sie Hundin! What are you, the Engel des Todes? Leave me alone! Leave Germany alone. Just go die in a hole! Rot in hell. My heart may be broken by that but damn it how can I love someone if they are killing me? Yes, I admit it, I love Russia, I love that son of a Hundin to pieces but yet how could I? Just leave me alone, Russia. Kill me, see if I care, but just leave me and all the people I care about alone. I just can't take this or you anymore...

RUSSIA's P.O.V

I felt weak standing by the wall that I had put up to hurt her. I placed my hand on the piece of concrete, bending down and breathing heavily. What was Winter wanting to do with Berlin? Why bring her to the Eastern side? It was most likely she would die if she was to be moved. We all know she's been staying there by the wall for weeks. And what is he trying to get with me? The Germans on the other side of the Wall would absolutely kill me if they saw me over there!

I stared at the piece of torturous work. I rested my forehead against it, still breathing heavy, "Berlin." I murmured.

'Oh how I love you! I don't want to hurt you ever again! Please forgive me my beautiful sunflower!'

BERLIN's P.O.V

I heard a sound, and jerked my head towards that direction in which it had came. Big mistake though, as I almost broke my neck. I let out a semi-yell, though it sounded more like a growl from a wild monster due to how much my throat had cracked. I must still be losing blood. Good. I'll die quicker. I already couldn't open my eyes.

I heard a slow shuffle of what sounded like feet. Slow and dragging at first, but as it became louder it also became quicker. I heard whimpers and sobs from the newcomer, which didn't help me none when it came to figuring out who it was. People all over my nation were sobbing by now. Sobbing and dieing with me.

More shuffles and sobs, whimpers and shallow breathing. The shaky kind you get when you start crying. There was a loud shuffle, and I somehow knew that they were now beside me, kneeling down beside me. This sent a whole new rage through my body. Just kneel there, yes, and let me die. You stupid German, who's side are you on? Hell, are you even German? Probably not, since you're just sitting there watching me bleed to death. Good. Continue. It's not like I want to live anyway.

"Berlin,"

I tensed -well, I think I did. Still, had little feeling, little emotion. But was that the voice that belonged to him? No, it couldn't be. My mind was playing tricks on me. It does that to a person who's dieing. The mind can play harsh games with you, whether in life or in death, your own being will always be harsh against you. And it was being harsh against me right now; playing tricks on my mind, making me think that Russia was right here beside me. Cruel death. Make him go away.

"Berlin... Berlin... Berlin,"

More whimpering, sobbing, weak strokes of the strong nation's voice. I tried to open my eyes; the most I could do were slits. I saw his outline; reminding me of that dream I had of dancing with his shadow. I saw his sparkling, violet eyes and my heart stopped, it seemed. Or maybe I was just over reacting. The pain I feel; it's like my heart had stopped a long time ago. But with Russia's eyes, the color, the feeling within them, they were just too overwhelming. The eyes, the looks of my enemy, lowered me, my guard. His whimpering, sobbing, made cracks within my being. It made new cracks, and deepened the ones that were already there. Oh Russia, my poor Russia.

I saw his face come closer, resting his forehead ontop of mine. I couldn't feel him though, which was no surprise to me. I watched as his lips trembled, and tears slipped down his cheeks. I had urges to wipe them away, to comfort him. Such urges made me who I am. I'm no fighter. My urges to move and place my hand on his cheek, fix and adjust his scarf. My urges to grip onto his coat tightly with my two bare hands and cry into his own being, cry and tell him everything was either alright, or I'm dead and to let me be. Life would be better off without me. Don't be here. Go now to your leaders and command your Soviets to finish me off. Destroy me once and for all. You don't need me. No one does.

No, I'm no fighter, though my instincts of war cannot escape me, and will forever drive me insane. But how can I not fight him? The causer of my pain. He was meaning to kill me, is wanting to kill me, and forever wants my presence gone. To see my blood spilt on the hard coverned ground, and stained upon his brown, leather gloves. Is that not the thing that would please him most? To see his victim of whom he has been torturing for so long to be dead? German instincts of war or not, he is still my enemy who had tried to kill me and overthrow the country of Germany itself to be claimed as his. He is still a threat, no matter how much the violet streams of his eyes seduces me.

But yet how can I not let my feelings drift from me? He was crying, the Motherland, he was crying, and I cannot do anything to catch his dear tears. He was crying before me, crying next to me, crying upon me and yet I could not move. I could not feel anything besides the pain of my emotions. Anger, hate, sympathy, sorrow, love. Many things that I thought I would never yet had always felt for this nation.

The pain.

It swallowed me again, the longer he held me. Both emotionally and physically, I cried. The tears of my own being burned my skin as it trailed down my filthy cheeks. The first time in a long time, I cried. It stung, like piercing knives, it stung. He made it sting. The midst of his presence made it sting and I could do nothing to shove him away. I could not speak; my throat was swollen from damage and sobs. I could not move; the numbness was to great. My insides burned as if fire was set among them; and my heart was breaking from the most simplest outbreaks.

"R-Russia," I breathed. He stiffened beside me, but yet I heard a sigh of relief come from his mouth...

RUSSIA's P.O.V

She lives, she breathes, and I am so greatful. I clenched my eyelids shut even tighter as I pressed her tighter against me. I never want to let her go, never want to hurt her again. I raised my head and buried my face into her golden, blonde hair. Though she was covered in dirt and filth, her hair still carried the scent of her strawberry conditioner. Ah, how long has she went without a bath, and she still carries the familiar scent that always tickled my nose?

Still, even though she was alive, I couldn't stop crying; and I didn't know if these are tears of joy and celebration for her life, or tears of dread and sorrow. Perhaps I was feeling all of the above emotions. I could've killed her. Hell, I am killing her even as I am holding her in my arms, protecting her from any harm around us. I'm killing her as I was protecting her. The proof was on her head; the blood that leaked out by the gallons and stained the hardpacked earth and cement wall.

"R-Rus-sia,"

Berlin called my name again, and I let out a weak whimper. She barely had enough strength to say my name! Something that could so easily be said in a hushed whisper could barely be heard and said by my beautiful sunflower! I held her even closer, sobbing into beauty. Oh how much I love her, how much I wish that she could stay by me forever. How much I wish I could admit to her the feelings that I have. Yes, I am in love, so very much in love with her.

I felt her struggle against me though; not physically, but I could sense it. She wanted not to be hugged by me, and who could I blame? I wouldn't want to hug myself either for what I have done. I let go of her, but just barely. I could not stand to feel her fading warmth be completely faded away.

"Russia, v-vhat..."

My poor sunflower; she could barely speak. She must be summoning all of her strength to speak these words.

"Zey'll k-kill you R-Russia. Get out... now... please... d-don't die."

I could've laughed right now if grief and guilt and sorrow didn't clog my voice box. Of all the dangers, of all the situations and health problems that she herself is presently going through, the very essence of her life being drained from her very soul, she is worried about me? She is worried about me, the healthy one, the one not bleeding to death, the one who does not have a wall splitting my life in half, the one who is evil, the one who is killing her. The dieing sheep wants the corrupted wolf to live so he could kill her more?

"I don't care," I had replied. "Let the Germans kill me, at least I would die with my last moments of life hugging and holding onto you." And it was the truth. I have always wanted to hold this beautiful woman in my arms, though I never imagined the moment to be now or the situations to be like this. But I have her now. I have her with me now.

How thoughtless and selfish of Winter to want to kill this wondrous beauty. How could he? Such a young girl, so young and hopeless, still learning the secrets of the world that I had once plan to crush. Ah, how Germany was lucky to come across her when she was still a small chibi. I would have loved to raise the love of my life, watch her grow as years progressed, and will have her for my own someday. And I wonder, did Berlin look just as beautiful when she was a chibi as she does now?

"Leave,"

And so she urges me, but how can I? I can't leave her dying here, and I had to take her with me back to the eastern side. But almost any movement to her fragile being would most likely break her, snap her in half. But I must take her, I cannot leave her. I vow I will help her, heal her, love her. I will make her my number one priority -this battle second, and General Winter third. I vow to protect her, and I pray onto the moon that if I ever fail to do this, if she dies or becomes in even worse condition, I vow and pray that I myself will no longer see another snowflake swiftly fall upon my land.

I, myself, will be dead...

Buck Dich sie Hundin - F**** you you bit**

Engel des Todes - Angel of Death