Ok...oh my days I this is the end! I feel kinda wierd...I don't want it go. Although this is my most depressing one. XD

Many thanks to...

Startled Boris, HiddenChaser and shadowraven45662 for reviewing this!

Rikki Elric, Quiet Harmony-chan, pinkrose1122, MontyBoosh, Lily Lewis, HiddenChaser(again) and 4nim3fr33k for favouriting!

Startled Boris, shadowraven45662(again), Rikki Elric(again) and Lilypad the Fourth for alerting!

If you thought this was an update, I'm sorry. I've been warned that unfortunatley, song lyrics are not allowed if Fics! Ah well...you will just have to 'keep the song in mind', as the 'warner', so to speak, said.

It should have felt glorious.

It should have filled him with triumph, joy, completion.

He felt none of that.

All he felt was empty, and a little bit sick.

How could he enjoy the world he had to himself when he could no longer feel?

Ivan picked his phone up, considering, and decided against it. Instead, he had a better plan.

…

He walked into the office, Ilyanov opposite.

"Well?" said the man. "Do you require anything? We can get you everything."

"Just one thing." Said Ivan.

Without hesitating, with all the people he killed in his mind, Russia raised the gun he had hidden in his coat and shot the president twice in the head.

Next, Ivan walked into the office to his right, picked up the nearest phone and started dialling.

"Code 66. Get it done."

Not waiting for a reply he put the phone down.

Ivan walked among his people.

He felt…strange. A hard-to-describe feeling.

Partially complete.

Happily dejected.

In his lonely company, but not quite alone.

Relieved, and anticipating.

Out in the streets he looked up at the sky.

Then, as fire started to fall from the heavens, he noticed.

He heard it. The song.

His song.

Her song.

Their song.

It was her. The woman who haunted him with dreams.

Franticly, he found himself looking around, wind in his hair.

Nothing. Just people, so many of his people, slowly becoming hysterical.

He desperately ran, following where he heard it.

The chaos was increasing, hysteria spreading like wildfire in the city.

He felt within himself, and knew.

He knew, he was dying.

Ivan ran on, determined.

A crash erupted behind him as a building collapsed, and he gasped as more of his people died.

The music, like everything else, was dredging up more memories he did not want.

He stumbled, and reached the square.

There.

He saw her.

She walked, unnoticed by everyone else but him, her hair flowing in the wind.

The white dress, untainted, almost ethereal in a city so dirty now.

With pride, and ghost-like, she walked among his people.

Across the bridge, she caught his eye.

He felt, suddenly, there was no reason to hurry.

Slowly, then, they approached each other.

For a second he thought she had gone, in all the madness around them, but there she was.

Her voice.

That voice.

Dripping,

Saturated in sorrow.

The bridge slowly began to clear.

People just…disappearing.

Until all that was left between them was distance.

On she sang.

On they walked.

They were almost there.

As they drew closer together, Ivan saw her face was glittering with tears.

And they were face to face.

Seconds passed.

They observed each other.

She raised her hand.

An offering.

He took it, noticing the chaos had stopped.

Light burst out of nowhere.

Then he was in a field, facing them, and the song went on.

All the nations.

He was, they all were, willing to forgive. Latvia offered his hand,

To the light. Ivan refused to believe he deserved that.

He turned, and welcomed the eternal flames.

As he fell, he heard it.

The song had ended.

Well...what can I say? My imagination ran away with me on that one XD

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, favourited and alerted this. I did enjoy it. And I might say, it was partially inspired by the INCREDIBLE A Crack in the Looking Glass and In the Shadow of Wonderland by Drovenich

So...review?

And as for flames...you know exactly where they go...