Italy's eyes widened at this. Right next to his heart. That was a scary thought.

"Don't panic Italy" Germany said.

"Does it look like I'm panicing?"

"Just a little bit" Romano said as he grabbed Italy's hand.

"I'm not panicing. It's just a scary thought to think that there's a bullet right next to my heart"

"I know fratello"

Italy looked at Romano who was trying to hide the fear he felt. He tried, but Italy still saw it. Italy then looked to Germany.

"Alright. We need to figure out how to get the bullet out"

"Si"

Then Prussia stood up and aimed a shot at Russia, only to have Russia duck out of the way of the shot and shoot him.

"Schieße!" Prussia hissed as he fell to the ground.

"Preußen!" Germany yelled as he ran over to Prussia.

Germany grabbed Prussia and looked for the entry and exit holes. He saw an entry hole and an exit hole, but it went straight through his chest.

"Holy shit that hurts" Prussia said.

"Si it does" Italy said as he made his way over to Prussia.

Prussia looked to Italy. Italy grabbed his hand.

"How are you even moving?"

"I don't know. It hurts, but I wanted to be here with you for moral support. You're my friend after all"

Prussia smiled at Italy before looking back to Germany. That's when the world started going black and he's breathing become shallower.

"Bruder?"

"Ja?"

Germany noticed his breathing becoming shallower and so did Italy. They both knew this would be the last of him. Romano made his way over and sat next to Italy. He grabbed the same hand that Italy was holding so that both of them were holding it.

"It's ok bruder. You did well and you lived a long time, but we knew going into this there was a chance that any one of us could die"

Prussia only nodded before his eyes slipped closed and he let out one final breath.

Germany bowed his head and that's when Italy noticed he had been holding Prussia's other hand. Germany then lifted his head and grabbed his gun.

"Germany, think about what you're doing" Italy said as he watched Germany.

"I know what I'm doing. I'm going to kill the bastard that killed mein bruder"

Germany then aimed his gun and shot Russia. Russia fell to the ground.

France and Spain then came running towards Italy, Germany, and Romano. They were carrying Holy Rome.

"Holy Rome!" Italy screamed as he ran towards them.

We he reached them he grabbed Holy Rome's hand.

"It's going to be ok. What happened?"

"They shot him. We were running so we could get back here and they shot him" France said.

France and Spain saw the anger that went through Italy's eyes. his hands clenched into fists.

"Who shot him?" Italy growled.

AN: I have a feeling some of you might not like me after this chapter. If it makes it any better I cried writing part of it. I'm sorry for what happens, but it had to happen for plans I have for this story. I'm also working on chapters for A Little More Than Brotherly Love and Cuts and Scars. If anybody's still reading this or reading those would you be so kind as to let me know please? Anyway...ciao!

Translations

mein - my (German)

bruder - brother (German)

Schieße - shit (German)