It was over. Everything was ruined for all he could care, let the world rot. He knelt down to the significantly taller man and cupped his hands around the man's left hand, bringing it close to his face. Sweden's blood had flowed openly from his wound before, but now it was beginning to stagnate, some had even gotten on Finland and it was drying into a series of deep crimson stains on both of their outfits. Sweden had died protecting his beloved Finland.
"Su-san…" Finland said remorsefully as he looked into the still blue eyes of his protector. In that moment, looking at Sweden's broken corpse, he realized that Sweden had loved him. And, in a way, Finland had, too. Tears flowed freely as Finland dropped Sweden's hand and buried his in his chest. "Su-san!" he screamed in anger and sorrow. At that moment, he decided that the one who did this would pay. They would regret this for the rest of their short, miserable lives, having so brutally slayed a perfectly innocent man that would never harm a fly. Finland looked up and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"You will pay for this…" he uttered to no one in particular. "PAY."