England opened his eyes, squinting in the light of the room he was in. He turned his stiff neck, groaning in pain, to see where he was. White walls surrounded him. Two blinding lights hung from the ceiling, dotted with the remains of dead flies. The stained white floor was covered in- what is that? Blood? He tries to sit up but it's as if he's stuck to the bed.
"How long have I been here?" England muttered to himself.
As he struggled to move, a figure moved out of the shadows. It was tall, had wide shoulders, heavily built.
"Who's there?" England asked, confused.
"Just me." a deep voice answered. The figure came into the light, revealing it was Germany. He has tired eyes, pale skin, and was covered in bruises. His clothes were ripped and dusty.
"What happened?!" England whispered.
"It's... hard to explain..." Germany muttered, sitting at the end of the bed.
"A lot has happened since you fell into that coma."
"Coma!?" At that England managed to swing his legs of the bed. He attempted to stand, but he didn't have the energy, and collapsed onto the floor. Germany picked him up, sat him on the bed, and sighed. He was looking at England, but his eyes were tired, and he'd been crying.
"Be quiet, let me talk." He said, standing up. He closed his eyes and sighed once again.
"Like I said a lot has happened, I've seen many casualties. It was a horrific loss..." Germany stepped away from the bed and looked at the floor.
"Italy... Spain... Romano... Russia... America... The list of fatalities goes on.
"I-is France Umbrella okay?" England whimpered. Germany turned around, and gave a look of pity.
"I'm afraid not... But he died a hero."
England couldn't breath. How could this happen?! He choked back a sob, and the world went blurry as his eyes filled with tears.
"What happened? I- I need to know what happened..." He sobbed.
"A race of powerful aliens attacked, and this time, teamwork and smiley faces just weren't enough..." Germany said.
"I have to tell you, we're the only ones left... and that is thanks to the bravery of France Umbrella..." England couldn't hold back his grief. He held his head in his hands, and let the tears flow. Germany gave him a moment, before saying;
"Perhaps it's best if you rest England, you're still not well."
"What's the bloody point of healing if my heart is broken?!"
"Perhaps it will help, now go to sleep." Germany muttered before turning to leave.
England decided there was no point refusing to sleep, he couldn't walk and the love of his life was gone forever. He lay back down in the bed, and closed his eyes. It was not long before he slipped out of consciousness.
In the other room, Germany heard the quiet snoring, and stood up. He made his way to the bedside, and picked up the spare pillow. He pressed it on England's face until the gentle breathing stopped, before taking a gun out of the pocket and placing it in his mouth and pulling the trigger.
-End-
Hope you liked it! I'm gonna write spongebob fanfic now :3