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Following up on Misuki...

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WARNING: HARDCORE OOCNESS! That is because death changes people; eventually you may act similar to how you were before the death, but something will always be different after that... Please keep that in mind! And I'm sorry if this upsets any of you :\ Promise after a while, the OOCness will eventually become less and less .

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...

Even though I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil:

For thou art with me

...

Belarus was officially going psychotic. She had gone off the loony bin. She was a few French fries short of a Happy Meal. She was mad as hatter. She was bonkers. She was a complete screwball.

She was Čortaŭ deranged.

How was it possible to just pass her brother like she had? Was she not supposed to be in love with Ivan? Did she not yearn for him to depths of her bones?

If she was honest with herself, the answer was a big, fat n-

"Ah, what am I doing?" she cried to the heavens angrily, running her hands down her face. "Ivan is the one I want, not… Not… Not that stupid-" she cut herself off, afraid someone might hear her utter that damned nation's name.

Alfred.

F.

Jones.

If only countries could go into hiding; she'd have no problem never having to see that cheery American's handsome face again. She wouldn't miss his smile or his loud ramblings. She wouldn't miss the way his eyes light up every time he smiled. She wouldn't-

"Enough, enough! You have betrayed me, you depraved heart! My own pumping organ, disagreeing with my mind… This is madness. I have to get myself together. I have to become one with Russia already." She tossed her head back, letting loose a whiny cry. "I am doomed. The stupid Amierykanski. He is doing this on purpose."

She began to search for America, muttering, questioning, cursing said nation, the whole exploration.

When she did find him, he was laughing with a certain Asian nation. One whom Natalia had vowed to kill. And now, she was seriously considering fulfilling her gory promise.

She frowned, vaguely recalling something Japan had told her once. Something about tsundere, yandere, and other deres. And how she was a combination of some…

With a rough shake, she turned her back on Mei and Alfred. She had better things to do with her time than vomit constantly over their flirty interactions.

… Right?


"Grandpa Rome! Why am I all alone?" Glory asked, tugging on Romulus' pinkie finger.

"You are not alone, little one! I am here, aren't I?"

"But you're not a girl! ... Are you?" She cringed, surveying his body in hesitation.

"Don't try to be zany like that. It is time to start your lessons, then. Today, you shall be left in a box slightly bigger than yourself. We can't have you be afraid of tight places anymore."

"N-no, Grandpa!" she cried, scuttling away from her only friend.

"You're reward will be as follows." He shoved something before her.

She saw a flash of blonde and blood everywhere.

"Nonono, why Grandpa? Why!"

"A-" Glory jerked awake, clutching at a hard pillow. She lifter a hand to her cheeks, angered to find them damp. Sure, she'd been dreaming of death and Grandpa, but the melancholy feeling those things evoked shouldn't have caused unconscious crying.

Only then did she realize pillows were not supposed to feel rock-ish and have a heartbeat.

Slowly, she lifted her head. When she rested her eyes on her companion, she stifled a horrified scream.

She had been clutching the German.

She had been clutching the German.

She had been clutching the German.

She had been clutching the German!

Now what? She was resting on top of him, so how was she supposed to get off him without waking him up? He was resting, judging by the peaceful rise and fall of his chest underneath her.

Suddenly, she realized just in what type of position she was in. Such a predicament! She wouldn't be able to live this down if Ludwig awoke when she was... When she was where she was.

"Oh, shit!" she muttered, blushing to the core of her bones. She began to hum her national anthem. Anything to get her mind off where she was currently on.

She tensed upon hearing heavy footsteps grow closer and closer.

Who the hell could it be?

"West! West! I have some news to tell you about my awesome discoveries. West! Are you even listening to me! I know you're awake; you never wake up later than seven. Hey, is the Italien already-"

She flinched as Prussia's boots entered her line of vision.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he drawled.

Her eyes crawled up his frame, landing on his own scarlet orbs, which were sparkling with mischief.

"You and West must've been busy last night, hm?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, even daring to wink at the flustered Italian.

"Shut up! I woke up like this, alright? I don't know how to get off this big ignoramus without waking him. Help me," she whined, her blush darkening.

He leaned back, resting all his weight on one foot. His index finger periodically tapped his chin as he pretended to think her preposition over. "What will you give the awesome me in return?"

"I- I don't know! What do you want?" She gasped as Germany shifted slightly, pulling her to him. Her arms around his neck automatically tightened in response. She slammed her eyes closed, feeling her heart hammer away. She was surprised Gilbert couldn't hear it by then.

"Can I collect my repayment when I find necessary, Gloria Vargas?" he asked, smiling deviously.

"Fine! Screw you, fine!" she whispered, looking pointedly at the German below her.

"Alright, you have a deal. But first… Say cheese!" He brought a camera out and snapped a photo.

She had no idea what her expression was, but one thing was certain.

I am so going to kill the stupid albino after he helps me out of this mess.

And, she added when she glanced at a certain sleeping face, I'll kill his stupid wurst-loving brother too.

"You're going to wish you hadn't done that," she said dangerously as Prussia lifted her gently off his brother. She landed silently on her feet and shoved her helper out of the room. When she felt they were far enough from Ludwig, she turned around.

"I thought you were above blackmail."

"I am, don't worry. I'm awesome enough to not need to use it!"

"I'm not talking about you blackmailing me. I mean, how bad is the information or pictures France has of you to make you agree to risk Germany and my wrath?" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him. Her heart was finally settling down to a normal, calmed rate.

"I- I- I don't know what you're talking about!" His eyes widened and sweat began to form on his forehead.

"I hope you aren't as stupid as your brother. This time, I'll let it slide. But lie again, and I can promise you, whatever France used to convince you to take a misleading picture will have nothing against what I'll find out. Understand?"

"France didn't make me do this!" Prussia insisted, inching away from Glory.

"Look, I already- What's that you have in your hand?"

"Huh?" he asked dumbly. He raised his gloved hand and began to frown. "I don't know. It was in the mail and from Austria and addressed to all of us, so it must be a pretty big deal."

"Let me see it," she demanded.

He gave her the letter, watching her expression as her eyes traveled across the page.

"Oh. My-"


"Roderich Edelstein!" Glory roared as she stormed into his house. The front door slammed against the wall.

"Ah, Glory? What brings you here?" he confusedly asked, standing up and stepping away from the piano in case she decided to get physical. Heaven forbid she hit his precious baby.

"Don't play dumb! You know exactly why I'm here, you lazy-assed, prissy, depraved country!"

He sighed, trying not to laugh as she went on with her profanities. He knew she wasn't serious, but still. He didn't think she'd be so upset. "And Germany? Did he not accompany you?"

"Oh, that incompetent asshole of a cretin? Do you think I'd let him read that after how he's been acting? Forget the mooncalf; all you're trying to do is divert me from the original topic! How dare you do this! Without even telling me? Do you want me to kill you? Huh?"

"Calm down, Gloria. Nothing will get solved like this." Austria placed a hand on her arm, but she shoved it off.

"You know that I'm calm! You haven't seen me uncalm."

"Glory," Prussia panted, running in. He stopped short upon seeing her tensed body.

"No. Neither of you understand! Does Lovi know what you're doing?"

"Yes. He helped me plan everything," said the ever- calm aristocrat.

"He- What?" she exploded, leaping towards the door. "Oh, he's going to get it! Both of you are so dead."

And the furious female country left with the wind, leaving the two countries alone.

"… What the hell just happened?" Gilbert asked, looking between the open door and Austria.

The other country exhaled loudly, placing a hand against his forehead. "Romano and I planned something for Feliciano's death. The invitations were handed out this morning. I guess she didn't take it as well as I thought she would. Nonetheless, when she calms regains her composure, she will want to help."

"Verdammt," Prussia cursed, once again following after the livid Italy.


"And you!" she hissed, stomping toward Lovi. "You little-"

"I see what you are trying to do. Instead of breaking down and crying, you cover it up with false anger. Isn't it more tiring? You-" He stopped talking as her strong arms wrapped around his midsection.

He sighed as he felt his tears wet his shirt.

He was one badass of a brother. "How bad was it?"

"I have to apologize to Austria," she cried, shaking her head. "I just- I couldn't- It was so nice and thoughtful of you guys, but I wasn't expecting it so soon. A funeral? How will Ludwig react?"

"Why don't we go apologize to Austria first and you can help us plan the rest?" Lovi suggested, vaguely wondering if Glory was acting in such an erratic way due to being that time of month.

He shuddered and led her away to go apologize and set things right.

If only Feli hadn't died.

Romano would've been cursing the Tomato Bastard to the pits of hell at this time.

And he wouldn't be such a softie when it came to dealing with Glory.

Damned death changes people.

It really, really changes people.


After a heartfelt apology from Glory to Roderich and Roderich to Glory, as well as Prussia disappearing, much of the tension leaked away from the piano room. Veneziana was still red from all the crying and emotional rollercoaster she was currently on. Romano was sulking because death had changed him for worse. Austria was worried because he was trying to figure out the best way to deal with Germany when he found out what was going to happen.

"Tomorrow, then?" Italy asked, wringing her hands.

Both male countries nodded, glancing at each other.

"Yes," the Austrian said, clearing his throat.

"It obviously can't be an open casket one. Will we walk or drive to his grave? Where are we burying the faux coffin?"

"Driving. The gravesite is approximately ten minutes from Germany's house. Rome chose the spot. Will you drag Germany with you?" Roderich stood, patting down his lapel. "Either way, I must get going. The funeral preparations must be finished today."

"Then Lovi and I will go… Do something, I guess. Then see you tomorrow?"

"Yes," he sighed. "Yes, you will."


"Ready, then?" Glory asked, fixing her tiny veil for the umpteenth time in the mirror. Her black dress was above the knees and clung to her upper body. Lace surrounded her neck. She had small gloves on and her red lipstick was startling to Germany.

Her spirit was downcast as she repeated her question heatedly. It was the day for Feliciano Vargas' funeral. A day every country was dreading to the depths of their souls.

"I will never be ready for this. Don't make me go," Ludwig said, giving a frustrated, whiny sigh. His own black suit was constantly being tugged at.

"Quit your whining or I will put rohypenal in one of your water bottles. I'll precede to hand it to you and drag your stupid ass to the funeral. Understand?" she told him, sugary sweet.

"You are more annoying Feliciano," he muttered back, trying everything and anything to get under her skin.

"I dare you to compare me to him once more, Ludwig Beilshmidt. I dare you."

"You both-"

Glory kicked his shin, smiling faintly as he winced. "Only because I'm not in the mood. If I was, you wouldn't able to have children. Now. Get in the car. I'll be there once I get my phone."

"Hmph." He stalked off, shoes clicking on the floor. She smiled when she heard the door slam shut with unnecessary force. Only when she was returning with her needed item did she begin to worry.

What if he'd left without her?

When she reached outside, the car was there, just waiting on her. She let a little laugh of relief, feeling the weight of the day press on her.

This is going to be hell, she thought when she settled into the backseat next to Germany. The whole ride over was intense and the air was so thick with all the emotions. Prussia had gone with Spain and France, so his loud presence was absent. The countries weren't allowed to bring their own cars because Roderich was simply weird like that.

As per tradition, a priest came and gave a blessing, speaking about Feliciano, even if the man hadn't known him. Thankfully, there wouldn't be a procession in the cars. It would've been one of the longest rides of Glory's life.

"… He was a hardworking man, not really stopping for rest. He knew there were things to be done without fail," the minister continued on, but the new Italy couldn't take it.

"Stop talking! You didn't know this man; I will make the speech," she interrupted, bursting from her seat with tearstained eyes. The sadness was clawing at her, but she figured the only people that should be talking about Feli should've, at the very least, known him.

"First of all," she started, adding the following as Ludwig gave her the evil eye, "Before I continue one, I would like you all to know that I didn't want Feliciano to go. Yes, it means I wouldn't be here, but I'd prefer it that way. Now, we have to go through the heartbreaking pain of losing a loved one very close to our hearts.

"He was a lazy man, surrendering at every chance he got. He wanted to eat pasta all day and flirt with women as he saw fit. These imperfections made it easier to love him. He was, to some of us, our everything. The glue that kept a few of us together. He was a light in the darkness. Feli was the reason we are who we are today. He was the shoulder certain people needed to cry one. He could make any terrible situation seem a little bit better. He was far too optimistic, but that was one of his most endearing qualities. Slowly, in my eyes, his weakness became his greatest strengths."

She choked off, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. "Mi scusi," she hiccupped, turning away from the microphone and podium. As she composed herself to finish her speech, she glanced at Germany. He was a complete mess. Tears were everywhere.

She couldn't stand to look at him.

Even so, she was in a worse state.

"Many of us are hiding the pain we feel, crying in the dark of the night, behind closed doors. We carry on life, letting no one around us onto the suffering we are burdened with. Many of our smiles are artificial. Many of our laughs are forced. We are drowning in the ocean of grief. We go through life in a trance, waiting for the day where somebody wakes us up. We need saving. You are not the only ones subjected to these emotions. You may feel alone."

She finally met a certain icy German stare, head on. He kept looking, eyes terribly bloodshot. Her own tears finally overflowed as she continued on in her address, every word hitting her to the core of her soul.

"But just as Feliciano showed me I wasn't alone, I will show you that you will never have to be alone again. Feli's teaching won't be in vain. I'm so very thankful for the time I had with him. Instead of dwelling on all the bad, morbid things, just be grateful. Imagine not knowing him at all? I'd have rather known him and have to go through all the hurt. Wouldn't you?

"I know I'll be alright. That hurt is worldly and, like all other things, it shall fade away. Of many comforting things I've read, I can only recite few off the top of my head. My favorite is: Death has been swallowed up in victory.

"My spirit is broken and aching. But I won't let this affect me so that depression becomes my only friend. Rise up, because I'm here to tell you that you needn't be prisoners of grief any longer. Feliciano Vargas was more than a country. He was a beloved friend."

Ludwig blinked slowly, owlishly, probably cursing her as he finally lowered his gaze. She stepped away from the podium, sobbing softly as everything she'd kept away from herself came tumbling in yet again. She plopped down next to Germany.

"Was it necessary to plunge thousands upon thousands of knives into me in millions of different ways?" he asked her, shutting his eyes.

"It was," she answered back, garbled.

She shoved all the tears back down, willing a smile onto her face. She was going to be glad Feli was in a better place. She was going to be glad that she wasn't alone anymore. She was going to be glad Feli trusted her so much as to inherit his place. She was going to be glad she was living how life should be lived.

The room drained away as everybody walked to the grave waiting to be occupied. The countries led the procession, uneasily fidgeting with their hands and other limbs.

They lined up in the place usually used for the close family members and somberly accepted each condolence that was offered. Glory clutched at her dress, feeling the rough texture of the lace slightly bite into her palms.

She never met anyone's eyes as all the different representatives and such of the world went down the line. How could she? Many of them would look at her like she was the cause of his death. That she killed him.

And maybe she did.

It was just the guilt talking, but she couldn't help thinking like that.

The different flowers, mainly the red and white roses, were placed on the coffin with loud sobs surrounding the area.

Finally, it was the lowering of the casket.

Italia Veneziana rushed forward, tugging something out of her purse, surprising all the people around. She gently placed a white flag on the top, breathing heavily in an attempt to keep from crying out loud. She backed away, surprised by how that one gesture broke many other people's dams all over again.

Bawling was everywhere.

It was almost a being, trying to talk to Glory.

She reached and latched onto Germany's hand unconsciously. He only squeezed it tightly, knowing they were both too fragile at the current moment to do anything other than be compliant.

"Can we go home now?" she asked him, voice husky from abuse.

"You tell me." His voice was in no better state than hers.

"Let's go. We can come back later. I can't- I can't handle all these people."

Her vision began to tunnel. The world swayed back and forth before her.

"Glory? Glory! Italy!"

And she was no more.

Maybe, she let herself hope, those arms that were holding her up, carrying her, were Germany's. Maybe becoming friends, or more, with him wasn't a lost cause just yet.


All in all? Funerals sucked.

Especially when smoking hot Germans sit next to you throughout the whole thing.

And when someone close to you is the one being buried.

And you faint.

Crappers.


All the scriptures that were talked about in the sermon I was listening to while I was writing this were on grief, pain, suffering, ect… Crazy! Chuck Swindoll knew what I was doing LOL :D

It seems I have done my depressing chapter; it is based off of my own grandmother's funeral two years ago (3 in December)

Hope you don't hate me or the story for the feels . But I mean, come ON! If there's death, there are feels, right? x3

BTW: Rohypnol is a drug that makes you pass out. It's one of the most common date-rape-drugs. I'm sorry if this was offensive to any of you; I didn't mean that in any was as such.

Once again: MISUKI AND I ARE IN DESPERATE, UBER SERIOUS NEED OF A BETA, SO IF ANY OF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN HELPING US, YOUR HELP WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

...Reviews are appreciated too ;) Thanks for stopping by and reading the story! Until next-next chapter then! (technically...?)

'Til next time my lovely minions~

P.S. Translations for foreign words are as follows:

Čortaŭ- Belarusian for f*cking

Tsundere, yandere, and other deres- Japanese terms for describing ones behavior towards the human object of affection

Verdammt- German for damn

Mi scusi- Italian for excuse me