Teasha: And... We're back! I hope that everyone has been having a good time recently. In fact, it's now Spring Break for me, so WOO HOO!

Emm: And me too, don't forget that!

Teasha: Whatever. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy, and sorry about the last chapter.

Emm: It was so short!

Teasha: Be quiet, you're making me feel bad! This one will be longer, okay?

Emm: You're forgetting something.

Teasha: Like what?

Emm: You don't own Hetalia. And... ACTION! ;D

I stumbled across the plain. I had been running for hours, too long to count. I didn't even know where I was going, and may as well have been running in circles. But at least I was getting farther away from home. Or, my now broken home. The wooden boards of my childhood packed with memories of love and kindness, shattered and blown high into the sky. My eyes teared up just thinking about it. I couldn't go back there. Not after what happened. I just couldn't.

I looked down as my tears fell onto the grass below. Grass. Not dirt or scorched earth or even sand, but grass. I must have gone a long way to be out of the war zone. I stepped onto the grass more, heading in the direction of where it came from the dust in the air started to clear up, until I could see a beautiful castle standing tall. In fact, it was a castle I recognized very well. It was the one England had met my allies and I to officially start the war. I figured it was their home base.

"That must be where Russia is," I said to myself. "I can't think of where else he would be."

I snuck over to the bridge, not knowing how to get across without being seen. Finally, I decided to go the old-fashioned way: running in at top speed and hoping I wasn't noticed.

I sprinted across the bridge, and was surprised to find that no one saw. They must have had pretty lax security to let the enemy get this far, but hey, that was good for me.

I opened the front door, looking into a very modern looking living room. There were about five different hallways leading away from it, including a set of stairs going up and one going down. I entered the room quietly, shutting the door as softly as possible behind me. I wasn't sure where to go, but before I could decide, I heard footsteps and voices coming down from the staircase leading up.

I ran to behind the couch, ducking under it just before the person or people entered the room.

"Yeah, you were right," I heard a voice, probably china, say, "we shouldn't have let Belarus talk to Russia-aru. Not our greatest idea."

"I told you so," I heard another person, America, say. "She looked like she was going to murder someone when he mentioned Aya-san."

China laughed. "Yeah, and he looked pretty scared when he saw her enter the room-aru."

"Russia being scared, what a rare sight!" they both started to laugh even more as they headed off, down another hallway.

I got up, looking around, I didn't see anyone else coming, so I jumped over the couch and padded up the stars. I figured that was my best bet, seeing as how China and America had been talking about him and came from up the stairs. I came to another option: right or left. I picked right, because, well, right is always right. (Right?) I came to another set of stairs at the end of the hallway, leading up. But when I got halfway up, I heard Belarus.

"Why not?" she cried. "Why don't you love me?"

"Stop it!" I heard Russia wail. My heart leapt for joy, hearing him, but then I realized I would have to wait for Belarus to leave. Down this staircase I was on.

"Marry me," Belarus started repeating, over and over.

"No! Russia cried. "I don't love you like that! I'm already in love!"

"With her?" Belarus snarled. I knew she was talking about me. "How can you love Aya of all people? How is she so much better than me?"

"Because! She's kind and sweet and actually cares about me! And I can't change my heart just because you want me to!" I heard a growl, probably from Belarus.

"I will marry you, mark my words," she shot back, coldly. I heard footsteps coming in my direction, getting louder. 'Dammit!' I thought. 'I've got to move!' I flitted down the stairs, running into the nearest room. Fortunately, it was empty. The last thing Belarus would do after that conversation would be to let me live. I waited for her to stomp down the stairs all the way, feeling bad for the stairs. They didn't do anything wrong!

I looked out once she was gone and decided it was clear, so I ran up the stairs as fast as possible without being too loud. I turned into the hallway and stopped at the second door. I could hear someone behind it, and knew it must be Russia.

As I swung open the door, I was met with Russia's deep purple eyes. He wasn't tied up or gagged or anything, just sitting there in a chair in the empty room. He looked at me in disbelief as I padded into the room.

"Aya...?" he asked, in a whisper.

"It's me," I whispered back, almost coming to tears. He was okay. He wasn't hurt or injured or killed. "I…I thought you might have been dead…" I admitted.

"I thought the same thing about you," he said, guiltily. "I was afraid that one of the bombs would hit the house when you were in it. I would have blamed myself if that were true.

"But I'm okay," I tried to say cheerfully. My true feelings showed through. "Sort of."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, the house is gone and…" I trailed off, composing myself before speaking again. "But first of all, we need to get out of here."

"No, you go," he insisted.

"I can't leave without you," I argued, stepping forwards. He stood up, looking at me sadly. I could tell he wanted to guilt me into leaving him. He stepped forward and took me in his arms, wrapping them around me. "I've got nothing to go back to," I admitted. "No house, no home, no real family, even."

He leaned over me and kissed me lightly. I returned the kiss, deepening it. I was really starting to realize how much of my life revolved around him. I didn't even have a real family, like the other countries. I had been by myself, all alone in the dark until he came along. And although we had only been friends at first, he had still been the only family I ever had.

I broke the kiss. "I'm getting you out of here."

"No, you're not," he protested.

"Why not?" I asked, frustrated. "Why don't you want to escape? This isn't the Russia I know."

"They… they told me that if I tried to escape, they would find you," he said, shaking. "They would pit you against Belarus, have her tear you to shreds. She'd kill you." I stopped. Belarus? They would rally use Belarus to kill me? Not that she wouldn't do it, in fact, she was guaranteed to jump at the opportunity, but really? They would go that far to keep Russia here?

"Really?" I asked. He nodded back. "But we need to get out."

"Correction," he reasoned. "You need to get out."

"Just come with me!" I protested. "Come with me and you can protect me! Belarus couldn't do anything to me if you were there, right?" he looked at me solemnly. "Right?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. He didn't try to stop me.

Getting down the stairs proved to be the easy part, which was saying something. Of course, America had to decide to sit on the couch and watch TV, right in the sight lines of us getting out. I looked at him, annoyed, hoping he would leave so we could get out. After about a minute, he got up, probably to get food. Now was our chance.

We hurried towards the door quietly, my heart pounding in my chest from the nervousness.

"Hey!" I heard America yell. I looked over my shoulder to see America had seen us, and was running towards us.

"Hurry!" I yelled as I pulled Russia out the door and into the yard.

He stopped. "No, you go. I'll come later."

"But were so close."

"I told you, I don't want you dead. Now go before they catch up. I can hold them off, just run for safety."

"It's all my fault anyways!" I screamed. Russia looked at me, taken aback. I looked down at the ground. "It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me we wouldn't be in this stupid mess."

Russia pulled me into a fierce, protective hug, instantly calming me. "I'll make it out, okay?" he said, pulling away. "Now get somewhere safe before they get Belarus." I nodded, and turned away, smiling. He had promised to get out, and maybe we would escape, even, and live on to see another day.

But my hopes were short lived. I was pushed to the side, and saw it all in one slow motion. England had come out and shot a bomb towards me. Of course, I hadn't noticed. Russia ran up and pushed me out of the way, and I saw it come in contact with his skin. It exploded, shooting blinding light rays out, causing me to look away.

When the light died down, I looked back. I saw Russia, lying on his stomach, his coat torn and bloodied, looking up at me with still, lifeless eyes.

"RUSSIA!" I screamed my heart out, loud ad I could. I stumbled over and pushed him onto his back. His whole body was bloodied, with blood trickling out the side of his mouth.

"Oh, god, Russia," I cried, tears falling down onto his cheek. His cold, dead eyes stared back at me, lifeless. Every single little detail about him that said "dead" was shot at me. I couldn't take it.

"RUSSIA!" I screamed at him again. "This isn't happening this isn't happening it can't be true…" I cried out, between sobs. All I could think of was how if he hadn't pushed me aside, id be the one lying here on the ground, dead. He loved me, and had said he'd do anything to protect me. I guess he really meant everything.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw England and America coming closer. I whirled around, glaring at them with my tear stained face. They looked at me sympathetically, knowing I had loved Russia.

"How could you do this?" I yelled at them "WHY? Give me one good reason why he needed to DIE!"

They both looked down at the ground guiltily, eyes brimming with tears. The answer was obvious. He didn't. That was how war worked. Innocent lives were killed and meaningless arguments were solved afterwards. My worst nightmare had come true.

I looked back down at Russia. His body was growing cold. More tears filled my eyes and spilled out onto his face as I cried, holding his head to my chest one last time. Wishing that I could go back and change everything, to make it right again. Wishing I could have died instead of him. I shouldn't have even come for him. Everything was all my fault, and now I had to pay the consequences of living. I just wished so badly that I could spill out my confessions and have one last day with him before he died. But of course, I never knew he would die like this. A scene flashed into my mind:

"If I look sad then what do you look like?"

"I look sad, too."

I cried and cried some more.

Emm: *Crying*

Teasha: Was it that sad?

Emm: YES Goddammit! How could you do that to her-to me?

Teasha: Well, I guess... *sigh* I have no trouble killing off my characters. And besides, it's marked under tragedy, remember?

Emm: Oh yeah... Well, at least it's good to know that that's the end.

Teasha: No it isn't. I still haven't concluded the whole thing yet. There's one more chapter that needs to come out, silly!

Emm: *Cries some more*