Homestuck's neon green eyes were wide in horror, tears of the same color flowing down his cheeks as he stared at the body in his arms. Hetalia, his moirail whom he protected with his life, was shot. The said fandom let out a few ragged breaths, and the humans all stood, looking just as horrified as the fandoms. The leader's eyes were wide in shaken fear as the others quickly ran, not quite believing what they had just done. Someone was dead now, and they knew they had went too far. The other three fandoms ran over to the two, Supernatural rushing to Hetalia's side. He looked unbelieving as tears filled his eyes as much as Homestuck's, to the horned fandoms confusion. He didn't linger on it, however, as he had a much bigger problem. His moirail was dying. He fought choking sobs. This wasn't right. He was supposed to die, not Heta!
"Hetalia!" Homestuck shook at his jacket, and the curled fandom's eyes flickered open. He took in another shaky breath, and Homestuck turned to shout at the others. "What are you doing?! We need to get him to the hospital!"
Doctor Who and Sherlock glanced at one another, and before Homestuck could yell again a weak hand gripped his arm. "N-no..." Hetalia shook his head.
"What?! We need to! They can fix you, Heta!" Homestuck spoke through choking sobs. "They will! They have to!"
"Its too... late..." Hetalia murmured, eyes soft as he stared back up at his moirail. "I'm n-not gonna make it out of th-this one..."
"Don't talk like that! You'll be fine! Perfectly fine! We'll help you, and you'll live and be happy and it will be like none of this ever happened! P-please, Hetalia..." His voice broke as he sobbed desperately "Please, I-I can't lose you..."
Hetalia paused, as if trying to think if what to say next. "You won't lose me... I'll always be right there. Even if you don't know it... I'll be watching over you!" He smiled warmly, a little chuckle getting through. "Wow, that sounded cheesy."
Homestuck shook his head, feeling angry. How was his moirail taking this so lightly? He was going to kill those bastard humans. "P-please... you can't die, Heta... you just can't... I won't let you."
"It's okay... I'm not going to lie, I'm really scared... But I'm not... I'm not sad, or angry... Not really. I mean, it was fun while it lasted, right...? Please, I just want you to be happy."
Homestuck bit his lip, staring down at his moirail through tears. "How am I supposed to be happy with you gone?"
"I don't want you to be upset about me... leaving. I want you to smile when you think of me, and remember all the fun times we shared." Homestuck nodded quietly. "Now, promise me, you'll behave? I can't hound your ass from now on, and I swear, if you get into any more fights I will haunt you." Hetalia took him by surprise with his stern look and smile, and his eyes softened.
"I promise."
Supernatural, who had been sitting quietly, leaned in by Homestuck. He opened his mouth to speak, then faltered, at a loss for words. He bit his lip, swallowing hard. He and the dying fandom's eyes met and lingered. So many unsaid words and lost chances. Things they would never do together. Plans they would never fulfill. They stared, knowingly, longingly, into each other's eyes for seconds longer before their moment was broken.
"It was an honor knowing you, Lad." Doctor Who saluted, and Sherlock followed suit.
"A hero's death." He said.
"Thanks." Hetalia murmured "And Homestuck...?"
"Yeah, Heta?"
"Smile..."
With one last soft smile, the curled fandom's dimming blue eyes shut. His ragged breaths grew slower, shallower. His heartbeat fluttered a few more times, slowing until it stopped, and it was over. Homestuck swallowed down a long wail. His moirail was gone. Hetalia was dead. The horned fandom suddenly felt all the emotion crash down on him like a wave. He felt angry, miserable, ready to tear his hair out or bang his face against a wall. This couldn't have just happened. It had to be a dream, it just had to! He was ready to scream out loud when he noticed the shaking form far off from them. His eyes narrowed into slits and his fangs bared. The human leader looked confused, afraid. He had never intended to kill anyone either. But he had. Through all the tension, he had. It was because of him that Homestuck's moirail was dead. The gray skinned fandom glanced to the limp form in his arms. He growled, letting Supernatural take the body as he stood up.
"You." He snarled. "You!"
The human cowered back where he stood, and Homestuck roared ferociously.
"I'll kill you!" He launched himself at the human, but two pairs of arms held him back. He fought against Doctor Who and Sherlock, unfazed when his clawed hands made contact with either of them.
"Let me go!" He barked at them.
"No! More violence will solve nothing!" Doctor Who replied. Sherlock gave a nod to the human, and he ran, leaving the gun behind with another shaken look back. The two British fandoms released Homestuck, and he fell to his knees, fighting back more choking sobs. He reached forward, taking the gun in his hand and standing up.
"Chap-" Doctor Who stepped forward in alarm. Before he could say or do anything Homestuck gripped the gun with both hands and swung downwards, hitting it hard over his knee. He hissed, snarling when it didn't break. He brought it down again and again, only succeeding in drawing neon green blood. Finally he growled in frustration and prepared to fling it, when he stopped. Curiosity struck and he lowered it to his eye level. He had seen this gun. He whipped around, narrowing his eyes at Supernatural.
"This is all your fault!" Homestuck snarled. The winged fandom looked taken aback.
"What?!"
"If you didn't bring this shitty ass gun, or if you knew how to fucking keep track of it, Hetalia wouldn't be dead!"
"It wasn't my fault!" Supernatural's voice faltered.
"Both of you knock it off, this is no time to fight." Doctor Who glared at the both of them, then nodded towards the form of the fallen fandom. "We need to contact all the others and let them know what happened."