Aftermath

A group of civilians had gathered around the carnage, looking with horrified expressions. All of them screaming into cell phones, screaming at each other, or just plain screaming. Most staring or crying at the site. No one made a move to help the countries that they had once thought were immortal.

Suddenly, there was shouting coming from somewhere in the crowd of people, louder then the screams. People were being pushed aside, but in the large, dense crowd the person did not move very far.

"Get out of my way! Let me through before I kill you dammit! That's my brother over there!!"

Somebody was lifted off their feet and thrown out of the way, and people started making a path for the pissed-off Prussia.

"West!!" Prussia ran forward, rushing to his brother's side. "West! Come on! You've gotten hurt worse then this before!! Get up!! Get…… dammit…….DAMMIT!!! WEST YOU BETTER NOT DIE ON ME!!! GERMANY!!!"

Tears were flowing from his eyes as he picked up Germany's corpse, hugging his dead brother once more. This was the first time he could ever remember that he cried, as his tears soaked into Germany's clothes. Soon, however, his sadness turned to anger.

"Who did this?" Civilians started backing away, knowing not to be near a mad Prussia. "Who the hell killed my brother?!?!"

Romano came running through the path that Prussia had made a moment before, the Baltics not far behind him. He looked around the battlefield, his eyes falling onto Italy. Water pricked at the sides of his eyes, but he blinked the tears away. There would be time to cry later. Right now he had to stop Prussia from killing anybody.

'Even in death, he can't get that stupid smile off his face.' "Prussia."

Prussia turned to Romano, glaring, fists clenched. "What?" "Calm down Prussia. If your brother's killer was in this battle, then he's already dead."

Prussia tried to calm down, his nails biting into the flesh of his hand. He breathed in deep and held 'till it hurt, something Germany had showed him (Germany having learned from Japan. Both brothers had anger issues). When he was able to unclench his hands, he exhaled, looking at the small amount of blood on his palm.

The Baltics had watched a bit of this, but a majority of their attention was on the battlefield before them. At all the dead nations, even America and Russia were dead…

Estonia stared on horror. Lithuania started to cry. And Latvia……… "YES!!! Yes, he's finally dead!! Yes!!"

The other two Baltic nations stared at their smaller companion, mystified. "What? You two were thinking the exact same thing!"

Prussia followed Latvia's shriek of joy, and saw Russia for the first time, only a couple feet away from Germany. He smirked for a second, but his eyes were back on his brother in an instant.

"Who did this?" he asked once more, looking over at the crowd of people. "Did anyone see what happened? Did anyone see anything!? Please!"

Everyone in the crowd just shook their heads, until a voice behind Prussia said, "I can tell you. I saw everything that happened." Prussia and Romano both turned towards the voice, finding the source to be a girl with long blonde hair and bottomless black eyes in a flowing blood-red dress.

"Who are you?" "There can be introductions later, Prussia. Call me Falian. I was actually hoping to stay hidden for as long as I could, but you all deserve to know the truth."

And so, Falian re-spun the tale of this fateful battle. The single fight, not even lasting an hour, that took these nation's lives. At the news, Prussia tried to desecrate America's corpse, and had to be held back by Romano and all three of the Baltics.

"It was Germany's last wish that someone would survive this. He choose Italy, who he thought was too innocent to hurt others. But his death traumatized Italy more then he knew. In a fit of rage, Italy started screaming at America, and ended up shooting him to avenge Germany."

She went through Canada's part in this, which people just now saw lying next to his brother's body.

"Italy's last wish, was that this cycle of blood and revenge could be broken. By killing Canada at the same time he died, Italy wished that the deaths here would stop all this senseless fighting. He only wanted everyone to be happy. And with that he was able to die with a smile."

Romano looked back at his little brother, lying dead in the street. "You idiot……why did you try to play the hero? America was bad enough, but you gave up your life for this?! Why!?!"

Romano finally broke down, crying, sobbing for all it was worth over his brother's corpse. People in the crowd were crying as well, and they didn't even notice when the girl who somehow knew all this, vanished with the wind.

Prussia, Romano, the Baltics, and the civilians spread the story as far as they could.

Belarus, upon hearing of her love's death, locked herself in Russia's house, and wouldn't come out. By the time Ukraine dragged her outside a month later, she looked broken. Almost dead herself.

Poland, who you think would actually be happy at Germany's death, found himself in tears.

England and France's extended family shed tears for them, but nobody really knew them too well.

America and Canada had had no family besides each other. Vietnam seemed sadder that she could not make the death blow, then for America's death.

Switzerland, who found it beneath him to cry over casualties in a war, was fine with consoling Liechtenstein.

China and Japan's brothers and sisters gathered for a funeral, most of them meeting each other for the first time. Vietnam, now the eldest of the family, spent a majority of her time trying to keep her brothers and sisters calm. South Korea and Taiwan looked like they were going to murder somebody through the whole ceremony.

Prussia went into an alcohol-driven state of depression for about a hundred years, Hungary and Austria visited him regularly to try and help him.

Romano found that crying wasn't a bad thing, and grew to respect the late Germany a little, for at least trying to help his brother.

With the Hetalian protectors of their nations gone, France, China, Russia, America, Canada, England, Italy, Germany, and Japan found themselves being invaded after not to long. The civilians did not budge though, each hoping that someday, somehow, their Hetalians would come back. They would not give up their homeland for anything.

Prussia had tried searching for the young woman who had helped them at the battlefield, but she was never found. As if she were never there.

Thank you to all readers. I will have the epilogue to this out soon.

Anyone who has read Immortality knows who Falian is. Slipped her in because everyone needed to know what happened, and she is the only character who cannot die.

-Vietnam

-KunaiBlade

-Natsuki