Italy's POV

I woke up in an old factory, tied to a metal pole. I looked around and saw Russia tied on the other side of the pole, still unconscious. What happened? My eyes burned as I tried to recall what had happened, tried to figure out why I was in an abandoned factory with Ivan. Then everything came back to me. Meeting Russia on the road, the SUV and falling off a bridge while Ivan held him.

"Russia?" I called to him, hoping he was alive. He groaned and lifted his head. "Russia! You're okay! I thought you were dead!" The older country moved his head back and forth, working the kinks out. I guess he broke my fall, I thought sheepishly.

"Italy, are you okay? Nothing broken?" The deep voice called.

"I'm fine."

"Aw, how touching," A german accented voice called from the shadows.

"Germany?" My voice called, horrified and hurt. Why would Germany do this? We're allies, friends. The person came into view and I sighed with relief when I saw it was Prussia. A not happy Prussia, but he wasn't Germany.

"Trying to comfort this pathetic nation in his last moments, Ivan?" Prussia asked as he reached Russia, gently tilting his head closer to his own face. The communist nation sharply pulled away, his purple eyes giving a deadly glare to the ex-country.

"Last moments?" I whispered quietly, my eyes watering. Prussia cam over to me and ruffled my hair.

"Of course. You saw me take Russia," He brought his face close to mine. "And I must rid myself of any evidence. Germany will wonder where you'd gone until they find your dead body here," Images of Germany carrying my limp, lifeless body out of here, crying, made my breath catch.

"You bastard," I told him, finding myself getting angry at the thought of Germany's own brother hurting him like that.

"Italy, don't listen. He is insane," Russia called to me, but I could see him as red clouded my vision. I head butted Prussia, Germany's secret training finally being put to good use. He stumbled back, holding his face and howling in pain. When he finally took his hands away, his face was a bloody mess. His eyes were filled with malice as he charged towards me. He promptly punched me across the face, causing my head to turn sharply to the side, dots dancing in front of my eyes.

"Feliciano!" Russia called. Gilbert untied me, made me stand and pushed me to the center of the room. I fell to my knees, catching myself from falling face first onto the cold concrete. I gasped as I hit the ground, my knees hitting the concrete so hard they throbbed. The ex-counrty pulled out a revolver, and walked towards me. He placed the gun on my temple, the barrel cold and unforgiving. I was too shocked to even whimper. A tear trickled down my face as I realized that I was actually going to die.

"Say goodbye, Italy," Prussia growled. I just knelt there, speechless. "I said, say goodbye to Russia!" He roared and kicked me in the side. I coughed as his foot made contact.

"G-Goodbye, Ivan," I whispered. "Please tell Germany what happened to me." I closed my eyes tightly, and then the revolver wasn't there. I opened my eyes to see Prussia and Russia grabbling for the weapon.

"Feliciano! Go! Get out of here! Find the other countries!" Ivan bellowed, too busy trying to pry the gun from Prussia, to look at me.

"Ru-Russia?"

"GO."

With that, I turned and fled, for once determined to do something that actually meant something. I finally found an exit out of the big room. Before I left the factory, I turned back. Russia had forced Prussia onto his knees, both of them grunting with concentration. I couldn't see where the gun was, much less pointed, until a shot rang out. My whole body froze, my eyes wide as I watched Russia fall to the floor, an utter look of perplexity on his face.

"IVAN!" Someone yelled, I think it was me. He turned his head to me and mouthed one word: go. Tears weld up in my eyes, but I obeyed for once, turned away from the dying country and fled the factory.

My house came into view after hours of running and sobbing. Using the last of my energy, I sprinted into the house and to the phone. I instantly dialed Germany's number.

A groggy, irritated voice answered. "Italy, what is it this time?"

I broke down, falling to the floor crying. "Prussia, took, Russia, he, escaped, saved, me, from, Prussia, went, on, car, chase, fell, off, bridge. Woke, up, factory, tied, up, Prussia, gun, to, my, head. Russia, wrestled, for, gun. Ivan, got, shot. I, came, here." I managed to get out from between me panting and weeping.

"WHAT?" Germany roared, angrier than I had ever heard him, which is saying something. "I'll call the other countries and we'll be there right away," He hung up and I dropped the phone, curled into a ball and fell asleep.

I dreamt of seeing Russia, his life's blood pouring out onto the ground. I ran to him and placed his head in my lap, his hand gripping mine as he dead. I watched the life drain out of his eyes, until they looked at me blankly. Then, his body was gone and his blood on my hands. I dropped the revolver that had someone gotten into my hands. I backed away, staring at the blood on my eyes. Prussia's laugh echoed around me as I fell to the ground. All of the other nations called to me, blaming me for the death of Ivan.

"N-no, no!" I screamed out.

"Italy!"

I woke up to see Germany, France, China, Japan, America, and England looking down at me, concerned. "Are you alright?" Germany asked.

"I'm fine! We need to get back to the factory!" I jumped up and we all went outside. I rode with Germany, giving him directions back to the abandoned factory which I had been captive at, I found out, less than an hour ago. We parked and Germany turned to me.

"Feliciano, you do know that whatever happens, it was not your fault?" I nodded. He sighed with relief. "I'm just glad you are alright." We exited the car and walked into the factory. I led the way, remembering the way that I had ran out of the building. After about five minutes, the hallway opened up into a larger room, with Ivan lying in the center. No one said a word as we ran to him.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Prussia dived at me, tackling us both to the ground. He sat on top of me, his shirt in his fist, shaking me. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU STUPID ITALIAN! IF YOU HADN'T GOTTEN INTO THE MIDDLE OF THINGS, RUSSIA WOULD BE FINE!" He screamed this at me and I started to cry again, knowing he was right.

"GOD DAMN IT, GILBERT!" Germany roared and Prussia let me go, but I didn't get up. Gilbert stood up and looked at his younger brother.

"You aren't here to get in my way are you, little brother?" He whispered. Germany walked up to his older brother, raised his hand, and back-handed Prussia. Prussia fell to the ground and that's where France got to him. The Frenchman picked up the ex-country and attacked him viscously. He yelled out, showing no mercy as rage clouded his vision.

"France!" England ran over to his enemy and pride him off the bleeding Gilbert. "What has gotten into you?" Francis just collapsed into England's arms, crying. Arthur made a sound of surprised, wrapping his arms around the other blond and hugged him tightly.

"He-hello?" Russia called out weakly. Immediately, we all went over to him.

"Ivan, I'm so sorry." I whispered, sitting down and placing his head in my lap.

"I-it is okay." Russia replied. "I am quiet humiliated that you all see me like this,"

"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Germany told him softly. "Thank you for protecting Italy," The german squatted down and inspected the bullet wound, which was right in Russia's chest. "I-I'm so very sorry, Ivan. You aren't going to pull through this one. The wound is right below the heart,"

The Russian chuckled softly, which caused him to go into a fit of coughing. "That is what I thought. Please, take my scarf. I don't want it covered even more in blood. Bring it back to Ukraine and tell her what happened." France nodded and unwrapped the dying nation's prized possession.

England, France, China, Japan and America sat next to Ivan. "Russia, I've always admired how you've kept you're cool." England blurted out. Germany nodded with agreement. Another sob caught in my throat as I looked down into the relaxed face of Russia.

"I wish we never had the Cold War," America said next, his head bowed. "We were so close and that threw us away. I am sorry." Italy never heard the country more quiet or respectful.

China tried to say something, but looked away, too caught up in grief. Japan saved her. "Me and China wanted to say, even though we've always ignored you and were cold, we always wanted peace." China nodded and hugged Japan, crying into his shoulder.

"I've always found you beautiful, mon ami, but I admired you from afar, not really knowing how to tell you. But I wish I had." France had finally spoke, the fury evaporating from him and the mourning setting in.

"Russia?" I finally choked out.

"Da? What is it, moi brat?"

"Th-thank you so much, for protecting me and keeping me safe. I wish I didn't run away like I always do. I wish I could be in your place," My tears fell onto him and he smiled up to me.

"Be brave. I am more than fine to see that you alright." His hand went to mine and I held it. Germany took his other one and all the countries joined hands, all grudges forgotten as the life drained out of what kept us together. Finally, I was looking into empty, violet eyes, the intimidating, nice and respected nation lying dead in my arms.

Then, I started to sing.

"Good-bye my friend

I wish you farewell

In the end, I know I'll miss you

But let me be brave for you

For once, tell me your worries

Don't fake a smile

Let me comfort you a while

Let me have courage

To see you off

Without a single tear

How I'll manage, when you're gone

Will be a worry for another day

May I hear your troubles?

Let me help bury them and lay them to rest

Farewell, my friend."

By now, all of the nations were crying. We all went around and comforted each other, hugging, crying, mourning as one. Without us realizing it, Russia was what held us together. He was the glue that kept the world from falling apart. But now he was gone, and the world might finally break.

"We must take him back to Russia," I said and everyone nodded, for once, agreeing with me. America and Germany picked up the corpse of Ivan and we all followed them out, creating a parade of grief. Russia, the largest, most violent and most kindest nation of Earth, was dead.