"I was coming here to announce some bad news, but on the way I heard that you were putting an army together. I didn't believe it at first, but when I saw that America's army was already on the move, I realized that it must be true. There are some people who are staying on his side and his military is bigger than it has ever been. I think he's recruiting people from other countries besides his own. We really need your help," France appealed to his younger brother.

"Hungary was just telling me that it was getting bad there. Don't worry, Big Brother! I'm coming back," Veneziano smiled. "Germania has allowed Germany to put together a large army to help us. I've been told that the German soldiers are usually successful and they're highly experienced. We're getting the best of the best out here to fight against America. We might even have some other countries chipping in!"

"That's great news!" France said, smiling widely. "But I have some news, too," his smile faded quickly. "And I wish I didn't have to be the one that told you."

"What's it about?" Hungary asked, trying to catch his eye. "All of us? Or only one of us?"

"I wish I didn't have to tell you, but it affects only you, Hungary. Well, it sort of affects all of us, but mostly you." France was staring at his shoes and tears were in his eyes.

"Well if it's for me then you have to stop beating around the bush and tell me!" Hungary demanded, standing up so he'd have to look her in the eyes.

"Don't hate the messenger, Hungary," France whispered. He touched her face

That's when it hit Hungary. Hard. She knew exactly what France had to tell her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she batted his hand away roughly. "Tell me," she demanded again, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She lifted her chin and took a deep breath, bracing herself for the inevitable.

France noticed when she figured it out, but he knew that it had to be said aloud. There was no other way for her to get the closure she would need. "Austria was attacked a few days ago," France told her. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. He had one arm wrapped around her, keeping her against him and he petted her hair with his other hand. She didn't try to pull away. "He's dead, Hungary," he said. "Along with a large number of your soldiers." He sighed. "You don't want to know how he was killed, and you should be glad you didn't see it. That you weren't the one to find him." Tears were flowing freely from his eyes.

"Mr. Austria!" Veneziano sobbed from behind them. Hungary broke away from France slightly to grab the younger nation and pull him into her. She wanted to comfort the boy she helped raised, but she also didn't want to leave France's stood there like that for a while with Hungary's arms around Veneziano and France's arms around them both. When Veneziano finally got a good look at her face all he really saw was shock and anger. "Don't hold it in, Hungary," he told her. "If you keep your grief locked inside it will grow until your heart breaks."

She hugged Veneziano tightly before looking up into France's eyes. "My army, too?" she finally asked.

"Austria, your army, everyone protecting Austria, and anyone they could find in the house."

"I was gone..." she said quietly. "And... And Austria, too?" She asked again, new tears feeling her eyes.

France looked down at her with pity. She couldn't seem to absorb the news. "Yes, Hungary," he repeated, his voice breaking slightly.

"It's okay, Hungary," Veneziano said, lowering his voice. "Mr. Austria wouldn't want you to be sad. You'll probably feel better if you fight America. Take your revenge."

This startled Hungary a bit. She had never heard the young nation say something like that before. "And do what?" she asked him in a hoarse voice. "Kill Belarus? They aren't close. They don't love each other. I don't know how they ended up marrying but I do know that killing her won't hurt him. Austria... We were so close... And now he's gone. He's gone because of me. He's gone because I left and he never even did anything!"

Veneziano bit back his tears. He knew that Hungary couldn't comfort him. He had to be the one to comfort Hungary this time. "Don't hide your feelings, Hungary." He reached out and touched her heart. "Everything can't stay bottled up inside here. You have to let it out." He wrapped his arms around her middle and held her head to his shoulder.

"I'm not going to weep like a woman or brag about how I'm going to avenge him. But I will fight America. Face-to-face."

"Let's go see Germania," Veneziano said, pulling her and France out of the garden. "They army is ready and he should be waiting for us inside. Cheer up as much as you can. Tomorrow will be the start of something new."

A/N

I'm not going to lie to you. I teared up a little bit while I was writing this. It was awful for me to do it. I know it was. But Lady Macduff dies so... *Sobs loudly* I'm so sorry. I apologize to my friends...My Family...Everyone.

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