America said that no one should be alone. It seemed like all my friends were dying around me. Kind of like a really sick twist of fate. I wasn't doing so well, but I knew I had to be strong. At least Romano could cheer me up.

I was heading over to his house right now. Romano and Veneziano were just so cute. I would hate to see either one of them gone. I would have to protect them.

I was surprised to find that the door to the house was open. I panicked. Oh God no! Please don't tell me I was too late! I ran into the house.

"Romano!" I yelled. I tore through the house. I couldn't find him anywhere. I felt sort of relieved and worried at the same time. Veneziano wasn't home either. I leaned on the wall. I wondered where they could have gone.

I stumbled back. The wall had revolved around me. I didn't know this dark little room even existed. I put my hands on the wall trying to find my way out. Instead, I found the light switch.

The little room was bigger than I thought. It wasn't very wide, only about two or three people wide, but it was pretty long. How did this place fit in with the rest of the house?

I blinked several times. I couldn't believe my eyes. I hesitated to take a step further. The walls on either side were lined with several types of guns and ammunition. Thousands of guns. Types of guns I hadn't even seen before. I reached out to one of them, but was met with a glass wall. I looked closer to find that all of these guns in a giant case.

I ran my fingers across the glass as I went further into the room. As I came to the end, I found that there was a space. One of the guns was missing. I also noticed a piece of paper. It had several names written on it, but several of them were crossed out. Austria, Lichtenstein, France, Japan, Prussia, Greece, England, Netherlands, and Belgium. Something seemed weird about this, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

When I realized, I was horrified. The list floated from my hands. This was a list everyone who had been murdered. I didn't want to think of the implications. Netherlands and Belgium were the only names that hadn't been crossed out. I needed to warn them. I ran to the other end of the room. I needed to get out of here. Before I could reach it, the wall turned again.

"Oh, Spain! What are you doing here? Were you looking for my brother?" he said.

His suit was speckled were red. I wanted to pretend he was just a really messy eater. Tat he had simply got a lot of tomato sauce all over him.

In his arms he carried a heavy machine gun. He slipped past me and went to the end of the way where I had been. He opened the case.

"I see you've noticed the secret room. This ought to be troublesome." He set the machine gun in its place. "I usually don't like machine guns. They give a lot of fire, but they're just so messy. I prefer something a bit more classic." He pulled out a revolver and played with it in his hands. "Yep! This is so much better!"

"I don't understand." I felt frozen in place. "I just came here to check on you and Romano and I find out this. How could you guys do this?"

"Oh Romano had nothing to do with this. People assume that he's the head of the mafia, but he can't organize anything, definitely not crime. Something bothers me, Spain. Who do you like more, me or Romano?"

"I had to think of my answer carefully. I didn't want to upset him. He did have a loaded weapon in his hand. "I like you both. I love you both so much, so that why it hurts me so much to see you like this."

He looked bothered by that. "That wasn't a very good answer, Spain. You see, none of this would have happened if you weren't such a giant whore."

He cocked his gun and pointed it at me. I wanted to move, but I was frozen in place.

"I just want a happy life for my fratello. I thought he might find it with you. I killed all those people because there was a slight chance that they might have a relationship with you. It was nothing personal, really. But, they seemed to have all died in vain. It wasn't their fault. It was yours. I don't think my brother deserves to be with someone like you, you murderer."

With accusation, it felt like I got heavier. It was my fault. It was my fault that all my friends were died.

"If only you stayed true for Romano, I wouldn't have to kill you here. Spamano will never be. Let's see, the next pairing would be Itacest, wouldn't it. If it's for my brother, I suppose I can open myself up again. He won't ever take the place of Germany, but I'll pretend to be happy with my brother. He deserves a happy ending. Goodbye Spain."

Everything seemed to be happening at once. I heard the sound of the door revolving again.

Someone shouted out "NO!" The voice was followed by the sound of a gunshot.

I couldn't see Italy anymore. My line of sight was blocked. His horrified face was slowly revealed as the person who stood in front of me fell to their knees and back.

"Romano," I said simply calling out the name of the person who had died for me. I placed his head n my shoulders as he took his final gasps. In vain, I placed my hands over the wound on his chest. The wound that had been meant for me.

"What have I done?" Italy breathed out. The gun dropped from his hands. He fell to his knees and reached out for his brother's body.

"I've killed him," he said. "He's dead just like Germany. I killed them both."

Germany's death had been an accident, plain and simple. Italy had thrown a grenade that he had made. They had waited several hours for it to go off, but nothing happened. Germany went to go take care of it, and then it went off. Italy had tried to patch him up, but the damage was beyond repair.

Italy reached back for his gun. He placed the cold metal inside his mouth. I realized too late what he was going to do.

"Italy no!"

I was too late. Another shot was fired. Bits of blood and gore splattered against the glass and Italy fell backwards onto the stained floor.

Breaking into Italy's house was a lot easier than I thought, considering that the door was unlocked.

"Italy, you better come out! You're under arrest for the murder of several people!" I shouted as I stomped through the house.

"Don't you think you should be a be quieter? You don't want Italy to run away," Canada whispered beside.

"It doesn't look like anyone's home, anyway. I guess we'll just have to wait for him to come home, and then we'll ambush Italy."

"Huh? America? Is that you?" I heard a muffled voice through the wall.

"Spain? Is that you? Where are you man?"

"There's a secret door on the wall. I don't know how to get out of this room."

I pounded on the wall in the hallway. It revolved around my fist. I stopped it from completely flipping. The door was perpendicular to the rest of the wall.

"Oh God!" Canada said as he came up beside me.

The sight really was horrible. Spain was on the bloody ground with the corpse of Romano on his lap, causing the front of his clothes to be stained. Even further in, Italy laid in his very own pool of blood. Blood was everywhere. Blood and guns.

"What happened here?" Canada said.

"It was Italy. Italy was the one…I just wanted to protect them. This was all my fault," Spain said.

It was just had I predicted. I could pretty much guess what had gone on. All of the victims killed by Italy were the rumored lovers of Spain. Since Spain was supposedly with Romano, Italy in his grief killed all of the others. Italy was going to kill Spain as well, but Romano got in the way. With Romano dead, Italy killed himself.

"It's not you fault, Spain," I said. "You couldn't have known what was going on. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I call myself a hero, but I couldn't save anyone. I couldn't prevent this tragedy."

AN: Moral of the story: Don't freak out if people don't ship the same couples as you :)