Arrgh! I'm so sorry this chapter is so short! I just couldn't think of any other way to end it at the moment. Anyway thanks again for reading and reviewing ^_^

Professional Tsundere- Magic healing powers go! Damn I wish they worked, save me a lot of nasty icky angsty depressing writing, blech.

Hurricaneclaw- The voices speak to us all, but there are only few who chose to listen (inset dramatic music here)

Hetalia Kirkland- I won't say anything about the voices other than the fact that they are awesome (for now anyway)

Kiku pulled against the chains that bound him. His wrists were chaffed from his attempts at escape. He heard Feliciano sobbing beside him, Ludwig remained quiet.

Someone cried out in the cell across from them.

"N-no, what have you done to them?"

Kiku closed his eyes, trying to block out the voice.

"They have merely received what they have deserved," the calm calculating voice of Panem cut the other off.

"There's no way! They are strong, they will not break," Kiku recognised the voice as Arthur.

"But my dear Arthur, I'm afraid they already have" Panem laughed, and a gunshot echoed through the dungeon. Arthur cried out again, but was cut off by another gunshot.

Panem didn't bother closing the cell behind him as he crossed the path to the Axis' cell. Light filtered through the doorway, and Kiku winced.

"Vhat the hell are you doing!?" Ludwig stared up defiantly at Panem, who merely smiled as if he had just happened upon a pleasant view. He pulled his gun from his holster, and twirled it absentmindedly.

"I am growing, conquering not so different from you, Germany," Germany flinched and looked away.

Panem ceased twirling the gun and held it, pointed at Feliciano, who went silent.

"You may be nations, but as long as your people are no more, you become nothing but long lived humans," Panem smiled his sickly sweet smile.

"Please… stop." Kiku stared at Feliciano, "P-please don't hurt Ludwig!"

Panem fired a shot into Feliciano's leg. He cried out in pain.

"Feliciano! Dammit, Panem you bastard, you'll pay for this!" Ludwig tried to break free, but the chains held tight.

Panem smirked, and turned the gun on Kiku. Kiku looked down the barrel of the gun. Feliciano had begun crying again. He turned his head slowly, his eyes locking with Ludwig's. He didn't want to die, not really. He felt true fear for the first time in hundreds of years.

He felt the bullet thud into his body. He heard the second shot. He wasn't sure who it hit, he didn't really have time to find out. He felt a warmth sweep through him, smothering him.

Everything faded, his hearing was overcome by a dull ringing.

Was this death?

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Kiku's eyes opened slowly. He felt nausea sweep through him in waves. Ash covered everything, the ground, the rocks, him.

He lifted himself of the ground. The nausea came back and he retched. He looked up with tired eyes. He was surrounded by wasteland. He tried to stand, but a sharp pain in his leg stopped him. He turned his head and his eyes widened as he recognised his own sword piercing his leg. He bit his lip as the pain hit him. He closed his eyes, he needed to move.

He twisted his body carefully, the pain almost causing him to black out several times. He managed to wrap his fingers around the hilt of his sword. He closed his eyes and pulled.

It hurt more than he had expected.

He cried out as he pulled the sword free. He collapsed again, and lay panting on the ash covered ground. He forced his eyes open.

His sword was broken, the hilt in his hand, the blade shattered beyond repair. He shook his head, finally understanding what this meant.

His sword was broken, Japan had fallen.

"N-no," his voice was dry and harsh, it hurt to speak.

Japan stared at the wasteland around him, and caught sight of a body. He recognised it.

"N-No, no, no! This can't be happening!" He dragged himself slowly towards the body.

Bullet wounds riddled its chest, blond hair had been spattered with red. His back was bent at an odd angle, and Kiku knew it had been broken. The body's fingered were clenched, and it's blue eye's stared unseeing at Kiku.

"L-Ludwig, no…" Kiku collapsed by the broken body of his friend, he took the dead man's fingers in his own.

"Ludwig…." Kiku felt tears form in the corners of his eyes, "I'm s,o so sorry, Ludwig…."

Kiku managed to raise himself to his knees, and he searched. There was no sign of Feliciano, he was alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

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"Kiku! Kiku wake up! Arthur says you need to!"

"Shh, I think he's waking up,"

"Hey, Kiku dude can you hear me?"

Kiku slowly and groggily opened his eyes.

"Kiku! Veh~ you finally woke up!" Feliciano beamed at him.

"I knew I could do it!" Kiku heard Alfred behind Feliciano.

"Bloody wanker, you didn't do anything!" Arthur yelled.

"F-Feliciano…" Kiku felt relief flood through him. It was just a dream, a memory.

Feliciano placed something in Kiku's hand. Kiku blinked, it was a small cooked fish. Kiku smiled a little, he wasn't alone anymore. But that memory was disturbing, he needed to find Ludwig, discover the truth.

"Hey, you're mate okay Feli?" Kiku turned his head a little, and caught sight of the tribute from district twelve. The tribute from district eight was staring nervously at Kiku from behind him.

Kiku frowned, he could see the district eight tribute was attempting to appear nervous, but something about him seemed different. He was stronger and more confident then he let on. Kiku narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Could he be planning something? He winced as fresh pain coursed through his body. He wasn't thinking straight, maybe he had been too quick to judge.

"Alfred, do you have any more water?" Alfred nodded and passed a canteen to Arthur.

"Kiku, try to drink some," Arthur placed the canteen by Kiku's uninjured arm.

Kiku blinked gratefully, but didn't take it. Arthur hesitated, then left, moving over to talk with the other tributes. Kiku watched him discuss something in an undertone to the district twelve tribute, who laughed and waved his hand dismissively. Kiku could sense the tension beneath his laugh, he was hiding something too. He tried to lift his head up, but a wave of dizziness struck him. Feliciano looked at him, it pained Kiku to see worry in his face, so he smiled to try and reassure him. Feliciano smiled back, but Kiku could tell he was still worried. He cursed himself for getting carelessly injured and forcing his friend to feel anxious for his wellbeing. He didn't even know if the allies he had abandoned were still alive, he was pathetic. Kiku felt tiredness seeping back into his body; he had just lost too much blood.

He closed his eyes, and fell back into a world of memories and dreams.

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He held her hand as the life seeped from her eyes.

"No… dammit, don't go, don't leave me!" he felt tears well up in his eyes; he couldn't bear seeing her like this.

Her green eyes were clouded with pain, and she kept them locked on his. He had failed her, and now she was dying. If he hadn't gotten stuck with a tree at his back, preventing his escape, she would never of had to try and save him. If he had been awake and armed when the thing first attacked, it would have been dead before this would have happened.

She took a ragged breath and squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry, so, so sorry…" he muttered.

A tear leaked from his eye and fell upon her face. She tried to smile.

"D-don't, I chose this, please… don't blame yourself,"

He shook his head. How could he not blame himself?

"Please…" she gripped his hand with the little energy she had left, "remember who I am, don't forget me bruder… tell others about me, tell them of my homelands, and maybe… maybe we'll meet again."

He looked at her, and saw her fear. She was scared of dying, fading away into death for the second time.

"Tell them, never let them forget me… please bruder, if you forget then I will never see you again, promise me." Her voice grew quieter, but her desperation was evident.

"I-I promise…"

She smiled.

"Tell them of Lichtenstein…"

Her last words were not uttered by her, but he heard them all the same.

She closed her eyes and took one last shaky breath.

The cannon fired.

Erika Zwingli was dead.

ARGH! Why am I such a horrible person? T.T I can't believe I just did that! I feel like a douche now… *sigh* it's the hunger games… Anyway, Vash be all upset and pissed now (dundundah!)

Also, sorry again that it's short, I'll try to write longer chapters soon!