Sorry about lack of update the last couple weeks. School was killer and I was out of town. I'll try to update regularly, but I make no promises. Thanks to all who have reviewed.

Prussia watched as they pulled in to the drive way. In any normal circumstances, Austria's house would be considered beautiful. It was a large white Victorian style house, with miniature forest and lake on the back. He'd been to his house so many times in the past. They'd always had a love-hate friendship. Of course, the thing that really connected them together was Hungary, and Germany to a certain extent. He started to cry harder again as he focused on them. God it wasn't fair. There were supposed to live without him, not the other way around. He wanted to scream, but he didn't want to wake Italy or Spain. Austria got out of the car. " Prussia, can you carry Italy in? I know your tired, but..." . "Yah, I got it Specs. " He did not want to carry him. He was so exhausted, emotionally from the evening, and physically from carrying Spain. Not to mention he still had a super intense tremor. But that left Spain. " Hey America?," The albino gently asked. "Can you carry Spain inside?" America didn't even turn to show that he'd heard him, but he unbuckled Spain's seat belt and picked him up out of the car. Prussia did the same with Italy, following Austria inside.

Austria ran around his house, opening up the guest rooms. He removed anything sharp (people could go crazy when in mourning), and wrote a note in each room. Hopefully the note covered all of their concerns. He ran back downstairs, and caught his breath. Then, he showed t the shaky and worn Prussian where to put Italy, and America where to put Spain. He tucked them in and left them a glass of water, along with some tissues, next to the bed. They all went back downstairs. " Hey Austria? You have any alcohol?". He heard the slightly weeping Prussia ask. " Yeah, I'll grab some". He grabbed some gin from his cellar,and came back to the kitchen He was already pouring and sitting at the table when he realized America was still staring at a wall in his kitchen. " America? Um...Are you going to bed? Do you want a drink or something?" The musician asked with concern. America turned spun towards him. Right before The blonde spoke, Austria realized that his eyes were bright and alive for the first time all evening. America replied to him in a voice as innocent as a child's: " I'll never see his eyes again". He watched as America promptly collapsed to the floor sobbing and cursing and screaming.

Prussia alternated between staring at Austria and America. What the shit was he supposed to do? He could tell be the expression on Spec's that he had no idea what to do either. He tried to rack his brains for what the hell to do. America, Denmark, and himself got together every once in a while for drinks and to discuss their awesomeness with each other. He remembered that once Denmark had mentioned loving something, and America saying that that something always made him feel better. What was it? He decided that for the short term he would just sit on the floor and hug him, saying things like " I know" or " You can do this" or some other motivational bullshit, that neither one really believed in. He could tell that America appreciated him sitting with him when he clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder, He'd been sitting there holding him for about twenty minutes when he remembered. " Ice cream!". Specs just stared at him like he was crazy. Man, that guy blended into the background really well sometimes. "Austria, I want you to go grab me your best ice cream and bring it in here right now" . Austria gave him a look, but he turned on his heel and went to his freezer. He grabbed some random vanilla ice cream and three bowls, and brought it over to them. Prussia helped the sobbing blonde up to the table, and scooped out some ice cream. America slowly stopped sobbing as hard, and began to eat some of the ice cream. " Well, that's a first." the Prussian thought. He never ate that slowly or deliberately. After about fifteen minutes of that, the American spoke for the first time since the hospital entrance. " Thanks. I don't know what the hell got into me." Prussia spoke next, almost gently. " Bro, as long as you don't go around axe-murdering people, you can react however you need to. There is no shame in crying. " Austria flinched next to him, looking startled. That's kinda weird, he thought. America smiled weakly, replying, " Alright, man. But seriously dude, if I every do any crap like this again, I want you to come up and slap me in the face, alright?" Prussia smiled, and replied playfully "Believe me, I won't hesitate." They laughed for the first time in hours. " I'm going to sleep. Hey Austria? Where am I sleeping, exactly?" Austria got up and led him to his guest room. Prussia poured the He had some things he needed to talk to him about.

Prussia waited until the musician sat back down to start. " This is so fucked up. Are you ok-ish? You've been acting kinda calm." Austria took in a deep breath and replied. "As ok as one can feel when his best friend, the closest thing I have to a cousin, the closest thing I have to a nephew, and his other friend and ally are all dead." He looked like he was about to cry, but he managed to calm himself down. The Prussian nearly cried as well, but he needed to tell him something right now. He took a sip of gin , and said " I thought I'd tell you this know, since I'm already half smashed, and who knows when I'll have this opportunity again. I wanted to thank you for letting me have Hungary after the war." Austria nearly chocked on his drink. Looks like I surprised him, he thought. "Before you say anything, I know exactly what you did, so shut up. You could've stayed with her after your "marriage" dissolved. Everyone expected to. So why did you break up with her? I'd love to know." He watched as he straightened his glasses and sat up. "It was because you loved her more. I loved her, and she loved me. We could have been happy together. But I knew I that you loved each other more, and that you could have something we would never have. So I broke up with her, and told her it was a political move to please my ruler. I said we should remain friends. That's what happened" Prussia was awestruck. He thought that maybe Austria hadn't loved her, or that Hungary had at least helped make the decision. But what he did...that was amazing. " Wow. Not every man, no, not most men would do that. But you did." Austria sat back, looking glad to have been able to tell the story. Prussia pushed again. " But one more question Specs; Did you still love her?" Austria turned his head, almost ashamedly. "I did, for such a long time. But I was ok with that. As long as she was happy, it was all worth it. Whatever I did was for her." And dammit if he wasn't crying again. " Thanks, I'm- just going t-to go to sleep now" He saw Austria pained and pale face as he ran upstairs to a random guest room. He cried into his pillow, and cried until he slowly fell asleep.

Austria felt almost relieved when Prussia ran upstairs. He was going to cry any second now, and he needed to be away from them when it happened. He ran to his bedroom as quickly as he could. He closed the door, and started sobbing. Thank god that my bedroom is so far from the guest rooms, he thought,.He sobbed and weeped and was crying so hard he was out of breath. It sounded like he was screaming in between each labored breath. I need to talk someone, anyone, he thought. A fresh wave of grief hit him when he realized he people he would call were dead , or grieving themselves. Who the hell could he fall? He needed to talk to someone. Now. That's when he remembered Switzerland. He would call him and talk to him sometimes. He was going to be so pissed that he was calling him so late, but he had already dialed the number, and frankly he didn't care. " Hello?! Who the hell is calling so late?" Switzerland said angrily. " He-llo Swit-zer-land. It's Aust-ria" Switzerland's tone immediately softened. " Austria, why are you calling so late? What's going on? " Austria started to cry harder, but he replied as clearly as possible under the circumstances." Rom-ano, Britain, and Ger-many and Hung-ary are all dead. All of them. Oh God Switzerland." Switzerland gasped, and then replied, talking loudly so Austria could hear him over his sobs " Does anyone else know? Do I need to come over there? Do you need anyone?" Austria replied as calmy as possible " As a matter of fact, America, Prussia, Italy, and Spain are all asleep down the hall. They were called to the hospitals to identify there bodies. And-d so was I, but there was traffic, and I walked in and..." He told him the entire story, how Italy had been in denial, that Spain had fainted, that the unshakable Prussia was shaking uncontrollably, that America had withdrawn from the world and come back. He told him how he took them home, on how he hadn't cried until now. He told him until his voice began to give up. He began to wrap it up. " It's so unfair. It's so hard for us to have families, and finally, finally, some of us manage to make them, and they are pulled apart from us." He glanced over at his clock, and realized how late it was. " I'm sorry, I've been talking for nearly an hour. You probably want to sleep." He heard Switzerland breathe in, " No problem. You should sleep though. You are going to have a hard day tomorrow. Don't remind me, he thought. Switzerland hesitated a moment before continuing. " Do you mind if I tell Liechtenstein? I think I woke her up, and she's a very curious person." He sighed, and replied. " It's fine. I'm going to go to sleep. Thanks for listening." " No problem. Don't hesitate to call me." Austria hung up, and laid down in his bed fully dressed. He thought it would take hours to fall asleep, but he feel asleep within moments of putting his head on the pillow. Before drifting off, he realized that two more people now knew, while everyone else was oblivious.

Switzerland sat still as he put the phone down. He realized the graveness of the situation. Never before had so many countries died at the same time, nor had any every died of mortal injuries. He was shaken by his thoughts as his belief that his sister was awake was reinforced." Big brother? What happened? Why did Mr. Austria call so late?" He heard the sleepiness in his sisters voice as she spoke, and considered telling her the next day. He knew that not telling her wouldn't save her any pain so he walked over and sat on her bed. " Earlier today something very bad happened. " He took a deep breath to steady himself. " Britain, Germany, Hungary, and Romano all died. There was a plane accident, and we aren't really sure what happened, but they died." He heard her gasp, and saw tears form in her eyes. " Mr. Austria was upset and wanted to talk to me. America, Prussia, Italy, and Spain are also very upset. I don't think any one else know yet." Liechtenstein began to cry in earnest, and he leaned into her. He felt her shudder when she realized that he was crying as well. They sat that way for hours, until they both fell asleep, clutching each other.