A/N: The final chapter is here! I'm tired of writing this fic anyway. Not really. I love them so much C: And you guys have been WONDERFUL! Thank you so much. GothicKitty1313, you've been my most avid reader. I hope you will all read my future creations. This one includes hints of her past, not the whole chapter I promised, but it's something.

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It had been a few months since Anya had been by herself now. She got visits from the Baltics every other week. And Govert checked in with her once a month. Romano tried to see her every chance he got, as did Tina... But everyone was just so busy again. Summer and fall brought about a bustling time. And Anya was not coping with it very well at all. Fresh scars marred her body. Her back, her legs, her stomach... she even had a new one on her face that she had to explain away as 'housework gone wrong' with a smile.

The one voice was getting louder and louder again. She hadn't slept in three days for fear of nightmares. Another behavior patter that was repeating itself. Though, Elizaveta had told her to start keeping a journal to help ease her mind. It did actually help a bit. If not for the half-mad scribbles she was keen on keeping, she'd be rolling around on the floor screaming.

She was currently adding another entry to ease the voice's anger. The paper kind of absorbed it.

I like to kill. Isn't that what's wrong with me? That's why they left me. I got angry and burned down a whole village! Katyusha took Nicholai and ran from me after that. It made Nicky mad. He thought I left... And so later on he started hitting me. I shouldn't have let him. I deserved it for all the people I'd killed. Even those who I killed as an one canfix me. Death is too lovely to fix; too lovely to contain.

With a sigh she closed the leather journal shut. Her madness was easier to handle now. It wasn't gone, just sated. For now. It was always at the corners of her vision ready to spread at a moment's notice.

She walked around her living room jujst looking around. The curtains were still open. In fact, she'd gotten new, brighter colored curtains. These were a light blue color with slightly darker blue swirls going down them like ivy. So, it at least appreared as if she was fine. It was not so.

She fell to her knees and let out a single heartbreaking sob. Like a dog howling for the last time.

"I want to die. I need to have an end!"

She layed there on the carpet looking up at that window and those blue curtains unable to cry or care about what she was supposed to be doing.

It wasn't just the fact that she was lonely. It was also that she hadn't quite put herself back together from the last time she was left alone. Her heartbreak and humiliation she suffered due to a certain someone. Romania's son, Transylvania had been an interesting, but terrible idea of a love interest. It wasn't violent like when she'd broken up with America. Or awkward when she broke up with China. It was just... empty and sad. He'd manipulated her in order to become more powerful. And then he just left. No reasons given. Nothing. A text message and a phone call and they were done.

She cried for an hour, then she got mad and cursed him. After that she told herself she was fine, but the tears came back and didn't go away for a long time. Tina tried to help, but Anya pushed her away because in her mind, 'Tina didn't understand' or 'Tina hasn't ever been dumped, how would she know?'.

Anya realized now that she had been so wrong and deeply regreted everything she had done that hurt Tina as well as her other friends. Like Yao. Yao had been there for her when she was hurt. And Yao was still hurting himself. But Anya was too self-absorbed to see it at the time.

Hours passed and Anya's nostalgic and regretful thoughts finally stopped. She sat up and let out another sigh. There was only one thing to do and no one was going to like it.

Anya tied her scarf around one of the wooden beams under her staircase and tied the other end around her neck. She was standing on a bucket so she could reach it, but she knocked over the bucket and relaxed. It was time to let death take her.

Not but two minutes later did Romano come in the front door.

"Anya, love, where are you~?" he sang. He'd gitten out of work early that day and decided to check in on her and maybe watch a movie.

He heard silence which worried him. The door had been unlocked... she always locked it when she went out. He called out again, walking towards the living room. He saw her hanging there, eyes closed, face turning blue.

"ANYA NO!" he screamed and ran over to her. He pulled out a knife and cut his way through her scarf that was so tight around her neck and held her close to him.

"Please... please no...!" he begged as tears streamed down his face. He leaned down and put his head on her chest. Her heart was beating faintly.

Luckily, he hadn't forgotten his cell phone. He called an ambulance, Tina, Lukas, and Spain. Govert was on a mission at the moment, but Romano had no doubt that Tina or Lukas would contact him shortly.

Anya opened her eyes, surprised to find herself in a hospital with a group of people whispering around her bed. They were far enough away that her temporarily dull hearing couldn't pick it up.

"W-where am I?" she mumbled to no one in particular.

Everyone looked at her at once and rushed over to her bed. She hadn't noticed, but Romano had been sitting beside her, holding her hand. He looked awful, poor thing.

"Anya...! You're finally awake," he said with a dry, rough voice. He'd been crying. She could tell.

Tina sat at the foot of her bed. She'd been crying too.

"Don't you ever do that again! We were worried sick. We love you ma'm. And you'd better not forget that. Do you hear me?" she fussed. She wasn't yelling or being mean. She was just upset. Anya gave a weak smile at them both and sighed. She had just noticed a lighter feeling in her head and heart... The voices were gone! All except one that was soothing her.

'Calm down child. It is not your time to join me yet.'

Altair.

Lukas stood to her right; his eyes red too.

"Is there anyone who wasn't crying? I-I'm sorry. I didn't think it would matter... I'm a killer after all."

Govert spoke up then, clearly the angriest of the bunch, "Are you fucking kidding me? We're all killers here! I mean-"

Lukas interrupted him, "That's kind of our thing, you idiot."

Berwald nodded, still a bit teary-eyed, " 'S why you fit in so well with us. You're just as 'mportant as th' rest of us."

Romano kissed her hand, each of her fingers, and lastly her palm. She just noticed that her journal was sitting in his lap.

"I love you, Anya. We all love you. You've helped us all in some way. We take care of each other."

She nodded quietly.

"That's why your life is... is so much lovlier than death."