Illusory: adj. 1. Causing illusion; deceptive; misleading. 2. Of the nature of an illusion; unreal.

As soon as Germany cocked the gun he felt the first drop of rain slid down his cheek.

Without his centuries of metal and physical training the gun would had long ago dropped out of his shaking hand. The now pelting rain didn't help him keep steady. But he did it; he kept the gun firmly locked at the middle of Italy's forehead head. He sat crumpled in the mud; he stared up at Germany blankly with a touch of a smirk at his lips. Even as he lay at his feet with mud soaking his clothes Italy still looked at Germany as though he was nothing more than dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

Germany glared into the cold amber eyes. He thought after seeing them several time he would stop being shocked at the lack of emotion those eyes, nothing but sinister wickedness. He also thought he'd stop feeling disgusted when he realized he'd been fooled by this demon. The happy, optimistic, cry-baby he'd knew wasn't there. He may have never been. When he looked into Italy's eyes now all he would ever see was baleful boredom.

Even now, with a gun cocked against his forehead head he wasn't sacred. There were no frightened tears building up in the corners of his eyes like there had been when they first met. Rather he looked amused. As though if Germany pulled right then the bullet would do nothing, like he was god.

Italy wasn't god. If anything he was the devil.

A devil with stolen angle wings.

Germany shook his head pushing the thoughts away and dug the gun deeper into Italy's skin. He winced for a moment before slightly turning his lips up.

"You're looking at me strangely Germany, like I'm some kind of monster." Italy yelled over the rain from his spot in the mud.

Germany's gripped his weapon tighter until the metal bit into his numb skin. He barely kept a feral growl from slipping through his lips. That was exactly what the demon wanted, for him to snap. Germany bit his cheek as he slowly let his words out.

"That's exactly what you are."

"I guess I'm aren't I." Italy chuckled and blinked those sinister brown eyes. "But tell me, when did you realize this? When America was died? Hungary? France? Japan?"

Germany remained silent. Then Italy grinned coldly.

"Or was it when the great Prussia finally disappeared like he was supposed to?"

Germany smashed his leg into Italy's chest slamming him to the ground. Italy laughed as the mud splattered across his face.

"Did I touch a nerve Germany?" He wheezed. "Are you going to kill me now? Your hand's not that far from the trigger, why not? Go on Germany, shoot me."

Germany narrowed his eyes. He moved his finger against the trigger, softly caressing it. He pushed the gun straight to the middle of Italy's head. Germany stared into the cold amber eyes, knowing that it would be the last time he would ever have to look at them. He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. For a few seconds he listened to the rain as it wailed in his ears.

When he opened his eyes the cold amber eyes were gone.

When he opened his eyes he was met with a sheer look of insanity.

Italy was insane, that Germany knew, but he never looked it, until now.

Italy's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated. They snapped back and forth as though he searched for some unseen monster. His hands twitched nervously at his side as he shook uncontrollably. Through the rain Germany could barely hear him murmur hoarsely.

"No…no…go away…no…go…go…out… get…get out….no…no…longer…go…go away."

A piercing shirk cut across the rain. Italy grabbed his head tearing against his hair "Get out!" He screamed.

In shock Germany stepped off Italy's chest but kept the gun planted on his forehead. His hand began to shake as he watched Italy wither. Italy's hands clawed against his eyes and suddenly he fell still. Slowly his shoulders began to shake.

"Help me Ger…Germany."

Germany felt his heart stop at the familiar tone. It seemed like eternity since he heard it.

"Help me Germany. Help me, help me." Italy lowered his hands. Tears ran down his cheeks as they flicked back and forth, still looking for that invisible monster. "Help me. He won't get out. He's still here. Still in me. Help. Help me. He won't go away. Those things." He voice hitched "Those bad, bad, horrible things. It's him. Help me, help me."

Germany was tense. He stared into the amber eyes. There was no coldness to them, not even a frost. They looked just like the careless boy he'd come to care so much about. He slowly let the gun fall from his forehead. Italy jumped at Germany. He flinched but Italy only wrapped his arms Germany's waist and buried his face in his chest.

"Germany, Germany, save me. Germany thank you. I Love you. I love you Germany. I Love you so much."

He felt his heart melt as Italy said those words he wanted to hear for so long. "Italy-"

"Just kidding."

Germany slid to his knees. The mud splashed against his leg but he couldn't feel anything but the searing, inexplicable pain that manifested in his stomach. Italy grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, he was grinning and twilling a knife.

"You know Germany, you're a really fun toy. You never completely trusted me did you?" He chuckled. "You remind me of another toy. He figured us out very easily. I killed him too so I guess this is the only way." Italy placed the knife to his throat. "Bye bye Germany."

Germany stared into Italy's frozen amber eyes. And then the world went dark.

Ha Ha I killed Germany. I did not see that coming. Ok maybe I did. Here's the sequel to saccharine C: Well I guess need to raise the rating. Anyway do you want to know whose dead by now? Too bad you're hearing anyway. America was killed first, then Hungary, France, the Nordics were taken out all at once, Japan, Prussia, and now Germany. England's currently mentally unstable from losing the three people he cares the most about. China is missing and most likely dead. Russia's arm is torn off after a battle with both Italians (The only known survivor after a battler with both BTW:3). Switzerland and Lichtenstein are still holding their neutrality but Austria came to them bruised and bloodied. That's all that's important I guess. Until next time,

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