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"We are here today to proceed the death of Italy..."

"Are you okay, Romano?"

I looked over to see Spain patting Romano's shivering back. Spain had been crying himself. Romano gasped and let out a sharp sob, indicating that he wasn't okay. Spain's face grew dark as he kept patting the torn nation's back. Beside them, Austria had been glaring at the open casket for a while. His glasses showed a glare as he stared at the lifeless body of Italy. He mumbled something under his breath and took his glasses off, wiping his eyes free of tears.

As for myself, I am still in shock. It had happened all so suddenly. He was happy and alive one moment and then the next he's cold and lifeless. Right in front of us in that room, he had died. Japan couldn't live it down, and ever since he had been quiet, distant. Whether Japan will ever continue in his profession, I will never know.

The Allies attended as well. After they heard the news about Italy dying, and then the whole news broadcast on the mysterious mass destruction on Italy, they had no choice but to attend.

As the priest continued on with his speech, I had remembered the diary Italy used to write in all the time. My face scrunched up as I thought about it- whether to read it or not? It was such a difficult choice. Italy had kept that away from me the whole time he was in treatment, so it's obvious he doesn't want me to read out of it. I probably shouldn't, but I can't help but wonder what it was he wrote in there that he wanted to keep a secret.

My train of thought was broken when they suddenly started to set the casket into the ground. Romano jumped towards the casket and glared at the men who were setting it down. "..You can't!" He sobbed. He shook his head. "He's still alive! He's alright..!" He looked at the casket, and then towards Spain. "Right, Spain? This is all just a sick joke that Fratello wanted to play on us!"

Spain let out a silent sob and shook his head. "No, Romano. You need to get back. Let the men do what they have to do..."

"Spain, you bastard!" Romano screamed as Spain picked him up and took him away from the casket. He battered his fists against the Spanish man. "Let me go, dammit! They're burying Fratello when he's okay! You can't...!" He gave up finally after he realized that he can't bring his dead brother back to life.

As the men continued to set the casket into the grave, the flood of tears demanded to come. I held them back as much as I could until I got home. I took a deep breath and started to blink fast, hopefully blocking out as much of the tears as I could without them falling.

But, regardless of my attempts, they just fell and fell onto the beautiful, spring grass.

"Is this his diary?"

I asked to no one in particular. We were cleaning out the room that Italy had stayed in for treatment, and I happened to find a book tucked under the sheets. I looked at it, and turned it around a couple of times. Romano was staring at the book, frowning.

"It could be," Romano sighed. "he always had a thing for writing in diaries when he was in grave situations."

Austria nodded. "When he was younger, he always did." Austria took the book out of his hands and flipped through the pages. "This is definitely his poor handwriting."

I took the book back and held it close to me. Austria frowned and backed away, sitting down in his chair. "Go ahead and read through it."

I hesitated. "I don't know if I should...It seemed like he hadn't wanted me to read it in the first place."

Romano shrugged. "It's Fratello, he was weird like that. I say just read through it. There may be things we don't know."

I rolled my eyes. But he had a point. What if there were things that we didn't know? I sighed and turned to the first page, and read aloud to everyone else.

"Italy's Diary: Day 1 of Chemotherapy Treatment

God dammit.

I don't like this.

It's messing with me.

All I do is heave and heave into the toilet.

Germany is trying to help as much as he can...

but he can't stop the pain.

The misery.

Why did I decide to do this?

I just...I just want to die.

Please, if there is a God up there...

just end it all for me.

All of this pain and suffering.

I don't care if Germany would be sad. Dying sounds good right now.

Really good."

No one spoke. It was as if everyone had lost the ability to speak.

"This is what Fratello thought?" Romano whispered quietly. I grunted and flipped to the next page, and then the next. Finally, after reading the last page, I let out a silent whimper.

"He didn't want to die."

"Huh?" Spain looked up. I threw the diary towards Spain and Romano, and walked out of the room. Japan was sitting at his desk.

"Almost done in there?" He asked with a sunken look on his face. I shrugged.

"I don't know. We stopped after we found his diary."

"His diary?" Japan looked up with inquiry. I nodded.

"He had been writing in a diary throughout the whole week he was being treated."

"Was there anything written about his conditions and symptoms?"

I shook my head. "Absolutely nothing. All he wrote about was his feelings."

Japan nodded and shut his eyes slowly. "I really tried my hardest."

I walked to his side and patted his back. "I know you did. I realized what we all said that day was childish. You're the doctor, and we're not. It's only natural that a patient dies every once in a while."

Japan sighed and nodded. "I'm glad you understand. I'm torn over this about as much as you are."

"..I know." I paused. "Do you plan on being a doctor still?"

Japan hesitated. "I've had this happen before, but now I don't feel so sure about myself. I hate having the burden all on me because of a death of the patient. I don't know whether I should continue one with what I know best or just 'retire' and just deal with my country's affairs."

I nodded. "Choices, huh?" I gave a little smirk. "Just choose what you feel comfortable with. I would still be a doctor, if I were you. Saving lives is your thing." I gave another reassuring pat on his back. "Stick with it."

I walked away from Japan, his face with the most dumbfounded look you could ever see on a wise Japanese man's face.

4 Years Later...

"Come on, Japan! Run faster! It's about time you step it up a bit!"

Japan huffed. "Right, Germany-san!"

I smiled and followed behind the Japanese man. "After this lap, we'll be finished."

"Hai!"

As I walked home, I sighed. Training has been different without Italy, but after it being so long, it was like he wasn't ever there. I know that's a harsh thing to think, but sometimes it's best you let things go. Italy was in the past, but he will always be remembered. I haven't forgotten about him one bit since the day he died.

Romano has tried his hardest to get over the fact that Italy won't be around anymore, but he has barely gotten over it. Spain has tried to get Romano to get his mind off of it, and a couple of times it had worked successfully. Romano and I had set up a memorial for Italy in Romano's house, and we visit his grave every once a week. Ever since, Romano and I have never fought. We have gotten along exceptionally well.

As for the actual country of Italy, the North part of it had disappeared. All of the inhabitants have disappeared and not too long after that, the part itself magically disappeared off of the face of the Earth. How South Italy is still standing, undamaged, is a mystery to us and the geographers.

I grew out of my train of thought and remembered that I haven't visited Italy this week yet. I smiled and headed over to Romano's house. I knocked on the door, and walked in myself. Romano had started to get his shoes on when he looked up at me. "Oh, I was just getting ready to head over to your place."

I nodded. "You ready to go visit him?"

Romano nodded. "Yeah, just give me a moment. Spain wants to come too."

When we get to the graveyard, it had just started to rain. We brought umbrellas just in case because it had looked like it was about to pour any moment.

As we walked to His grave, we mumbled a little "Hello".

We stood in the pouring rain for a while, thinking of something to say. Romano mentioned what he did this past week, and I mentioned that Japan and I have been training every single day.
"We haven't forgotten about you," Romano remarked. My face sunk and I nodded.
"No, we haven't." I tried to hold back tears. "We read your diary."

I can just imagine Italy's embarrassed face right now. I chuckled silently and nodded. "We didn't realize you felt like that."

Romano held back a sob. "We're so sorry,"

I patted his back and looked back at the grave. "I just want to say, that I will always be your best friend, Italy. Regardless if you're alive or not. Just wait for us in the Heavens." I chuckled. "I bet you're enjoying a bowl of pasta right now. But, that's alright. Just think, we'll be there sometime soon.

"And we'll still be best friends..."

Author's Note: *sob* It is done!

This is the final and definite last chapter. I do not plan on adding anything more. ;A; I'm just glad I got this done. I was procrastinating long enough, and now I feel like weight was lifted from my shoulders.

The real reason why this chapter and the other story has been delayed for so long is because school is kicking my ass right now. I finally finished the research paper and I should be updating a lot more now. o u o

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this story. Review and let me know what you think!