Warnings: Angst, death, homosexuality, war, nukes, death, vaguely anti-American (I don't mean it.) DEATH, ANGST.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does.

That gunshot had belonged not to Alfred's gun, but to Ludwig's.

"Too slow. You can become a monster, you can walk the walk and talk the talk. But that was always your problem Alfred, you talk too much." Ludwig hissed as Alfred grabbed his shoulder where the bullet had landed.

Francis looked up to see Ludwig and Veneziano. The German had his gun pointed squarely at the American's back.

"...Guys..." Francis muttered hoarsely, looking at his saviours.

"Francis, Arthur has given you orders, yes?" Ludwig called over Alfred's shaking body, who was in complete shock at being outsmarted. And being shot.

"I've...to head back to Ivan and tell him to destroy what's left of here." Francis got to his feet, his legs were like jelly.

There was a pause.

"Is this Stonehenge?" Ludwig finally asked semi amused, semi shocked. He looked around quickly.

"Yeah..." Francis nodded picking up Arthur's gun and starting to run off.

"What's left of Veneziano's and Romano's troops will sail you back to Ivan's house. If I don't come back, …don't come looking for me." Ludwig called after Francis, "Veneziano will take you." he added just at the Italian caught up the blond.

The two ran, until they got tired of running. They slowed to jogging, then started to run again because they heard a gunshot and the adrenaline kicked in. But after a while, the two of them just started to trudge along the dry-waste land that was once Wiltshire or Salisbury. Wasteland is Wasteland.

"I'm useless, aren't I?" Veneziano sighed after an eternity of silence.

Francis didn't answer straight away, "I wouldn't say useless just...," he searched for a word "Just not...a war type. Like me. We excel in art, fashion and food and..."

"Fail at war?"

"Yes. We're useless failures." Francis gave a heavy sigh which the Italian shared with him.

The two stayed silent until the finally reached the coast where ships waited for them, as well as two of there allies. Romano and the country formerly known as Prussia; Gilbert.

Romano gave Francis a comforting pat on the back as the boarded the ship; it was a gesture that seemed to say 'I've lost someone I love too.' But then, that's war for you.

As they started to sail away from the wasteland that was once Great Britain, they realised one was missing.

"Where's...Veneziano?" Francis croaked looking at Romano and Gilbert.

"...Little Brother said he was going to see...that stupid potato-head." Romano took a shaky intake of breath suppressing tears, "He said he knew he wouldn't come back." the Italian sighed, and as the three countries sailed away, they spotted Veneziano waving them off into the distance.

BANG!

A bullet had JUST missed Ludwig as he dove behind one of the large rocks that had once marked Stonehenge. He hadn't been fighting with Alfred that long. The American did not mess around, Ludwig knew he wouldn't. Alfred was young, but he was one powerful adversary. It didn't help he was very good at taunting.

CRUNCH – Sound of Alfred's boot on the dirt.

KA-CHIK – The sound of Alfred loading his rifle. His revolver must have ran out of bullets.

"Come on Ludwig, we both know how you can really can fight~" Came the American's taunts. "You almost won all those years ago, if I hadn't helped. My, if you'd succeeded, what a different horrible place the world would be with everyone dead..." There was a pause before Alfred laugh maniacally, "WHOOPS! Guess I undid aaaaaaaall my hard work!" cackled Alfred, "How does it feel Ludwig? Do you still wake up screaming with the all the memories of the people who died in the name of your glorious co-"

BANG – Alfred dropped to his knees, the rifle discarded as he felt his bleeding stomach.

"Don't you EVER bring that up, EVER." Growled Ludwig, "You've no idea what we went through, it doesn't justify what we did...but we...we..." The German's eyes filled up with tears "I just wanted my people to be happy. You even stuck up for me back then...you were so different back then." Ludwig's ever-present frown deepened.

KKUUURGH

Alfred had just sunk a flick knife into the German's leg above his boot. He then pulled it and then jammed it in again and again and again, until Ludwig buckled over. Then the knife went in his back repeatedly.

During this, Alfred was completely silent, Ludwig grunted every now and then, but he wouldn't scream. He wouldn't. Even when Alfred dug the knife in deep and twisted it. He was suddenly flipped over.

"Eurgh," mumbled Germany in pain, Alfred was pissed.

"Scream." He demanded staring into Ludwig's cold eyes. When he didn't react, Alfred jammed the knife in Ludwig's stomach and dragged it down , tearing through Ludwig's stomach. That time, the German screamed.

Alfred stood up, blood still spilling from his own torso, the flow had slowed down though, and the American wasn't covered in as much blood as Ludwig, who could feel his pulse slowing.

Alfred picked up his rifle and pointed it at the German, It's okay, I'll put you out of your misery. Everything will just stop." The blond's face split into a sadistic Grin.

Ludwig closed his eyes, waiting for death.

BANG

THUMP

But death didn't come.

"Germany..." whimpered a soft voice. Ludwig opened his eyes to see Veneziano lying next to him, blood pouring from his chest.

America laughed loudly, "Like two Love-birds that died from starvation in their cage together! You two are so cute!"

"Why Veneziano...?"

"Because...I love Ludwig." Smiled the Italian, his warm brown eyes open and looking into The German's Cold blue ones.

"I have always loved you." Ludwig gave a sad smile back, "Since I first saw you, I was scared when we met again, and everything came coming back...I have and always will love you. I never forgot. Not ever."

"I knew you'd come back." Sniffed Veneziano holding Ludwig's hand gently. "Holy Roman Empire," The Italian shuffled over and kissed Ludwig lovingly before resting his head on the German's shoulder. They both closed there eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

"Touching. Hurry up and die already." scowled Alfred pointing his rifle and loading it.

BANG BANG.

And this time, the bullets did belong to Alfred's gun. No Heroes here.