I wringed my hands as I walked through the rain. They slipped and slid off of one another. What did Prussia think of me? Had I made a mistake? I didn't think what I had told him had been a lie, but I felt guilty nonetheless. My hair was drenched.

The guilt was like a pit centered at my stomach. I knew I loved Prussia. Almost as soon as I accepted Austria's death, I had felt relieved. Relieved. What kind of sick person was I?

But…but…I couldn't help myself. I wanted to be with Prussia. I didn't want to feel all alone anymore. My pace quickened as I came across Prussia's house.

Something was strange. Prussia's door was wide over. Did he leave? That wouldn't make sense. He knew I was coming. Was someone else here? Prussia didn't have very many friends, and there shouldn't be anyone visiting this late at night. All of the lights were out. I let myself in the door.

My steps echoed through the house. Where was he?

"Prussia?" I called out. There was no answer.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I didn't want to go further, but I had no choice. My feet carried me through the pitch-black corridors.

The moon broke through the clouds and shone through the window. Everything was red. The walls were red the floors were red. My shoes were stained in the red. I knew the source without looking.

My body slammed to the ground. This was the image I had been trying to escape. I felt around the floor as if I was blind. I was only greeted by cool blood. I crawled through it. My hands were searching everywhere.

I felt his boot. I followed it up to his leg and his chest that was leaned against the lower cabinets. I was finally able to use my eyes as I looked at his face. Three bright red eyes stared back at me. Two of them were wide with shock and fear. The last one was centered on his forehead and was emotionless.

His mouth was wide open. I pressed my lips to his. They were cold. Loveless.

I wept onto his face. It was almost as if he was crying, too, but he would never do that in front of me. I was alone again. Everybody that I loved was gone. It was my fault they were dead. As if my love had been a curse.

In the pool of blood coming from his body, I found a single hand gun.

I breathed out. The corners of my mouth turned up. Sweet relief.

I held the cold, wet metal to my head. I gave one last look to my beloved. My hands were shaking in anticipation as I pulled the trigger.

A soft clink. Nothing happened.

It was like Prussia had left me one final message.

"Be strong, Hungary. You've always been strong. You can live on without me. Don't let me have died in vain."

Idiot. Since when have I listened to you?

I got up and went towards the counter. Safe against the wall were the knives. I grabbed one that looked promising.

I returned to my place with Prussia. I sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around the bloody waist of my dress.

I gave him one last kiss on his cheek as I slid the dark metal along my wrist. I gasped at the pain. My warm blood flowed out and mixed with his. Together at last.


"What do you think happened?" America said. He could barely stand in the room. His face was stark white. He tried his best for me, but I knew he wasn't the same since Japan. "You don't think Hungary did it, do you?"

I shook my head. "Probably not." There was a gun lying a few feet away. Both sides were stained in blood. It looked like it had been Prussia's so we still didn't have a link to the murderer.

I checked the fingerprints anyway. It looked like it was just Prussia's and Hungary's. She must have tried to kill herself with this first but found it had been empty. She had gotten one of the kitchen knives and slit her own wrists

"Excuse me!" America said, covering up his mouth. He ran out of the room.

I sighed. Sometimes it was easy to forget he was still a child.

I didn't like the conclusion I had come to. In both the cases of Japan and Prussia, the murderer had been welcome inside. There had been no evidence of a struggle on the door.

I walked outside to find America. He was on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. I would have to break it to him.

"You're off the case," I said.

"What? I'll be fine in a minute. Give me like ten seconds," he said trying to get back up.

"Honestly you're not being much of a help at this point. You should go home and stick close to somebody. No body should be out alone anymore."

He nodded, somewhat accepting what I had to say. America looked up at me. "But what about you England? You don't have anybody."

"I can handle myself."