A/N:

Sorry about the translations last chapter. I thought they were done ^^' Anyways, this chapter has character death, so pretty triggering. (12 character deaths.)

We all put our hands in the middle. I look up, tears in my eyes. "We have to fight. After all, what does America and Canada stand for?" I ask my brothers, sisters and cousins. They all nod firmly in agreement. I smile sadly, bravely at them. "We stand for freedom and hope. Bravery and kindness. We are in this together. We are warriors!" I shout.

My relatives shout, "WARRIORS!" pumping their fists in the air. I nod, tears finally escaping their prison.

"Not all of us will make it back, but they will be reborn, got it?" I tell everyone. They all look at one another, as if searing their faces into their minds. Some hug. Some cry. Missouri and Penn are holding hands. I smile sadly. If any of my siblings die, their blood is going to be on my hands. I turn.

"Is everyone ready?" I shout, not allowing my tears to fall. I hear shouts of confirmation. I raise my gun. "Then we will fight for our countries, our siblings, our people. We will beat the Axis Powers!" I shout. Cheers can be heard behind me. I steel myself for the battle to come. The day everything will change. D-Day. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to find Rhode. He looks to be fifteen.

"You okay Quebec?" he asks. I try to smile bravely, I really do but it fails. Rhode pulls me into a hug. "Don't worry. We'll be okay. All of us will survive." I gulp, trying not to sob, but I break down. I bury my head in Rhode's shoulder.

"I'm scared. I'm so scared. I don't want anyone to die. I don't want you guys to die," I sob into his shoulder. He pats me on the back, resorting to rubbing my back when that doesn't work. "I know something bad will happen. I just know it. I don't want you to fight," I tell Rhode, tears streaming down my face in torrents.

"I will because the least I can do for Alfred is help him take down the Axis Powers. I don't care as long as our goal is achieved," he tells me, pulling away from me. I can see that tears are swimming in his own eyes.

Almost 20 hours later, the battle starts. I shoot at anything that moves on the enemy's side. PEI peeks over the side of the trench. He ducks as bullets hurtle at him. He's scared, I can tell by the look in his eyes.

"Quebec! My gun was shot out there! I need to get it!" he yells as he jumps into the open space. Before I can say anything, he jolts, then falls backwards beside me. I drop my gun, going to his side. Blood is dripping out of his open mouth and his eyes are glazed. He's bleeding but I can already tell he's gone. I shake my head, tears dripping down my face onto his uniform. I clutch his hand to my chest, sobbing. Unlike the countries, states and provinces can die if we have a fatal wound. My brother is lying in the mud dead because of a stupid war. Because I had talked them all into fighting for our countries. And now, one of my brothers is dead.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Rhode, his face dark with anger. He stands up with out a word and climbs over the side like PEI had. My eyes widen in horror. "No! Rhode, please don't kill yourself!" I scream. He looks back at me, sorrow in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says to me, before he disappears over the side. The states and provinces stop shooting when they see Rhode sanding in the open, firing shot after shot as he advances. Nova Scotia climbs over too and fires repeatedly at the Germans. Alberta, Brunswick, Columbia, Saskatchewan, Newfoundland and Northwest follow suit. West Virginia, Oregon and Utah follow Rhode. They are all gunned down in a matter of minutes. I run out onto the field, sprinting towards Alberta who was the closest to the Germans. I fall next to him and bury my face in his shirt. His breathing is fast, shallow. I can hear his heartbeat slowing, finally stopping along with his breath. I think I hear, "I'm sorry…" I sob into his shirt, gathering the fabric in my fists.

"No, I'm sorry for always picking on you. I'm sorry for locking you out of the house. I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry. You will never know how much I love you now," I sob out. I put his head in my lap, brushing his dirty blonde hair out of the way. Tears blur my vision. I kiss his forehead, tears dropping onto his forehead creating clean streaks down his face. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up quickly to find an albino staring down at me.

"I'm sorry," is all he says. I stare at him as he walks away.

"Thank you…"

A/N:

I was literally crying while I wrote this. It literally broke my heart. This also kinda explains Rhode.