America, England, France, Turkey, Greece, and now Romano, and Germany. They had all turned and joined together in an alliance. Austria, Hungary, Nordic Five, and most of the Asian nations teamed up with Prussia and Italy to fight against the evil 2Ps. A war began against the 2Ps and the others that joined and called themselves "The Allegiance of Peace" (AOP).
The night of Canada's second death was chaotic for everyone. America and England took Germany and Romano's corpses out of the country. The second personas of the nation's disappeared.
Prussia and Italy couldn't sleep that night. Prussia laid next to Canada's corpse. Managing to keep the body somewhat warm under the wickedness of death. They had a funeral for Matthew.
The next few months were hard on everyone. The AOP were trying hard to search the world for the changed nations. Prussia had been staying at Italy's house so they could mourn with eachother.
Prussia sat in Italy's kitchen. Another beer in his hands. His hair was longer and matted. Dark circles rolled under his eyelids and he smelled like he hadn't bathed in weeks.
"Feli," Gilbert said while watching him prepare dinner, "I'm scared..."
The Italian whipped his head around. Prussia? Scared? Couldn't be.
"Well, we all are. It will end soon enough... Nothing lasts forever... I miss Germany..."
Italy wiped tears onto his apron.
"But, I'll see him one day. Maybe he can even turn back." The Italian faked a smile.
Prussia downed the bottle and sat it on the table.
"I miss him too, Italy. I miss them all actually..." Prussia took a locket out of his pants pocket and opened it up. On one side was his younger brother Germany. And on the other was a picture of Canada. Smiling.
Prussia stood up from his chair and walked towards the guest bedroom.
"I'm going to rest for a bit..."
"Ve? Ok. Take your time."
Gilbert opened the door and fell back on the bed. Staring at his locket. Feeling hot tears stream off the sides of his face. Canada never healed after his death. He was gone, forever. His country was in chaos. It was complete anarchy. And Prussia couldn't do anything about it.
And Germany was gone. He was alive but now Prussia knew that there was no way out. It was either death to others, or death to his brother.
This is war. And it won't be easy.
((Ok! This is the end of my series. I hoped you enjoyed it for I am not the best writer in the world. I'm just a Hetalia fanatic who really likes making people feel XD I'll still be writing more fanfictions, just not this series. Thank you for all that stayed with this story. I'm not good at ending things soooo... PASTA))