The Game Master's announcement didn't come as a shock to Germany at all. He had known the moment he had walked away that Canada wasn't going to live.

He sighed, glancing at Italy, still fast asleep on his shoulder. "Italy," he whispered. "Looks like it's just you and me."

Hungary was corrupt. That's what Canada had said. And Germany was sure it was Hungary that had killed him. So she wasn't to be trusted. It really was just the two of them.

Italy stirred, yawning quietly. He was silent for a few moments, making Germany believe that he'd gone strait back to sleep.

"I can walk now, Germany." whispered the Italian.

Germany placed him down on his feet, reaching out to steady him when he stumbled. "Are you alright?"

With a nod, Italy yawned again, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm. He allowed his thumb to slip back into his mouth, winding his free arm around Germany's.

The smaller nation was a mess. Emotionally, mentally and physically. When he was holding Japan, the blood from the eastern nation's clothes transferred onto his, the thick substance which must have been blood that had dripped on them from the ceiling of The Game Master's room was matted in his hair, he had tear stains all down his face and vomit on his shoes.

But then again, as Germany looked down at himself, he realised that he probably looked just as bad.

Hearing Italy sniffling quietly, he pulled his arm out of his grasp and placed it around his shoulders.

"I don't want to do this anymore." whispered the Italian. "It would be easier to die."

"Italy!" Germany grabbed Italy by the shoulders, spinning him round so they were facing each other. "How could you say something like that?"

More hot tears began running down the Italian's face. How was it even possible to cry that much? "It's true!" he snapped. "If I was dead, I wouldn't have to watch everyone I love suffer."

Germany's grip tightened, his hands were trembling and there were tears in his eyes. "What about me, Italy?" he asked, lowly. "Don't you realise what would happen to me if you were dead? I'd never be able to live without you!" His voice cracked as the tears escaped his eyes, rolling down his face.

"Germany..."

"No, Italy. For once, just listen to me!" The more Germany tried to keep his composure, the worse he shook. "You're everything I have left, Italy. I couldn't go on if I lost you." he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Italy's. "Please, Italy. You can't give up now."

Italy hiccuped, wrapping his arms around Germany's neck. He'd never seen big, strong Germany fall apart before. He leaned up on his toes, pressing an apologetic kiss to the larger nation's cheek.

After slipping back into a bedroom, Hungary fell against the wall, sliding down it until she was curled in a ball on the ground. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Physically couldn't.

"You wanted me out of the way so you and Prussia would be as close as you used to..."

"How do you expect to to be close to him now that he's dead? Now that you killed him?!"

Canada's words buzzed around in her head. He was right. She had been so desperate to get back what she had lost that she had murdered the man who was like a brother to her in cold blood.

But he deserved it!

Yes. He did deserve it. He deserved to be ripped apart in hell over and over and over for what he put her through! How dare he be happy with that Canadian while Hungary was all alone!

But she wasn't alone, was she?

"I still have my Italy." she smiled, getting to her feet. She turned to the door, walking away and dragging her hatchet behind her. She'd need it for protection, should she run into any danger.

Or, that's what she'd convinced herself.

As they were walking, Germany began to get a bad feeling. Something wasn't right. He kept looking behind him, as if he felt that there was someone following them. He frowned.

"Are you okay, Germany?" asked Italy, tugging on Germany's sleeve.

Germany grabbed hold of Italy's upper arm, pulling him into a room. He lead him over to the bed and sat him down. "I want you to stay here, okay?"

"But why?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but I have a really bad feeling. I just want you to stay here and stay hidden."

Germany seemed frantic, so Italy just nodded, not questioning him further.

With a small smile, Germany pressed a kiss to Italy's forehead and turned to leave. "I'll come back for you soon, I promise." he said, closing the door behind him.

Italy sighed, looking around the room he was in. It was as plain as the other rooms. There was a dresser, a mirror, the bed he was sitting on and nothing more, in sense of furniture. There were two doors, the one Germany had left through and the bathroom.

Getting to his feet, Italy wandered over to the bathroom door, placing his hand on the doorknob and twisting.

Locked.

He groaned, leaning against the wall. What was he going to do? He was stuck in this room until Germany came back for him, and who knew when that would be?

Having nothing better to do, Italy stretched and crawled into the bed. More sleep couldn't possibly hurt.

Now that he was alone, Germany felt a little better. He was confident that Italy was safe and that's all he needed.

He moved through the halls, not really knowing who or what he was looking for. Everyone except himself, Italy and Hungary were dead. Italy was safely tucked away in that room and Hungary was...

Then it hit him. That's what he was doing. He was going to find Hungary and see just what was going on with her.

Hungary's hatchet scraped loudly across the tiled floor, leaving a long scratch in it's wake.

Her pace had slowed considerably and the ache in her chest had returned.

Somewhere through the twists and turns of the old house, she had gotten totally lost.

She groaned, running a shaky hand through her blood-matted hair. "How will I ever find my little Italy now?" she whined.

She was almost ready to give up when she heard it.

The footsteps. Too heavy to be Italy's.

Now, who was left?

Russia had been the first to die. Next had been Belarus. Then China. And then France. England. Romano and Spain. Then Prussia! America. Japan. And then, finally, Canada!

So, by process of elimination, those footsteps must belong to Germany.

Germany.
He's the reason Italy doesn't love you anymore.

After a few minutes of pointless wandering, Germany decided that it was probably okay to head back to Italy now. The bad feeling had long since disappeared, and the Italian was probably feeling so frightened.

Almost as soon as he turned around, the feeling returned.

Something was off, something was... not right.

He shook his head, continuing forward. No, it was fine. The feeling would go soon enough. He was just being paranoid. He wasn't thinking straight, clearly. Why else would he leave poor Italy all by himself?

He picked up his pace a little, wanting to be back with Italy as soon as possible. The poor thing was probably in tears by now.

Germany could practically see it. Italy sat on the bed, curled up in the farthest corner with his thumb in his mouth, shaking.

Shaking his head, he started walking even faster.

Why did he have to leave him all alone?

"I'm on my way, Italy." he whispered.

He walked forward with such determination that he didn't notice when he passed a certain female nation.

Hungary watched him walk passed the corridor she was stood in, smiling at him as he passed. She chuckled and, almost tauntingly, called out to him. "Hi, Germany~!"

End Note: I'm really sorry that this chapter is so much shorter than the others. I don't even have an excuse other than imagination depravity... Sorry. I'm also really sorry that this chapter took so long to get out, but I have a valid excuse this time. You see, with this fic I don't post chapters until the next chapter is done. Like, when I posted chapter 2, chapter 3 was already done. I do this because I thought it would motivate me to get my arse in gear. Obviously, it didn't. Anyway, there's a scene in next chapter that was giving me a lot of trouble. You'll know it when you see it. Either way, I hope you forgive me~

Translations:

There are none~

Sneak peaks

"Please be back soon, Germany."

"Why don't you trust me?"

"Germany, you BASTARD!"

"Don't do this, Hungary."

"Thank gosh, you're alright!"