((Um... Warning: Feels... probably))
"BRUDER!" Germany rushed over to Prussia's side in a panic. The rest of them were too shocked to move. Italy clung to France's side as he stared at the horrid scene. America unconsciously backed up until he was next to England, who was covering his mouth. Japan kept glancing between the German brothers and China- a look of pure horror plastered on his face.
Japan started slowly towards China, his steps feeling heavy- his breathing unbalanced. He knelt down at China's side and reached his hand out. China wasn't breathing. Japan's sight was blurred by tears that refused to leave his eyes as he backed up against the wall. China was dead. A country. Dead.
The other nations guessed by Japan's reaction that China had died. They looked back at Germany who was whispering in German to his brother. Was he…?
"Is- is Prussia d-dead?" Italy was the only one who managed to bring voice to the dreaded words. Germany just shook his head back and forth quickly- although no one knew whether he meant it or if he was just in shock and denial.
Italy managed to gather the strength to climb down the stairs and sit next to Germany. He looked at Prussia's bloody state as tears swelled to his eyes. Italy watched Prussia closely, for any sign of life. Finally, Prussia's chest moved. He was breathing! He was okay! He signaled this to the other countries who let out a faint sigh of relief.
Italy had managed to comfort Germany a bit, as Italy was the most familiar with death out of all the countries. Eventually the other countries who had experienced the death of another country began to calm down and approach the scene. Soon only America was unable to look upon China and Prussia. Even though the others had seen the fall of many countries before, it was nothing like this at all. The fall of the others was expected- through war, and famine, and crisis- that was the only way to kill a country. And yet here lay China- a great and vast nation, somehow dead. Surely the physical country was still there- thriving as it always did- but then how was China laying lifelessly here?
The thought that they could be killed so easily sent a shiver up some of the countries spines. They were facing something completely unknown- and completely deadly. Eventually America walked down the stairs to join the others, but he still couldn't look at the lifeless China, or even the pathetic-looking Prussia. He wandered around the basement while scratching nervously at his arm.
Italy helped Germany untie Prussia and laid him on the blood-covered floor. His snow-white hair had dried blood soaked into the tips, and deep slashes through his uniform leaked blood. Even though he was still alive, he certainly looked dead.
"Bruder…" the now sobbing Germany muttered again. Italy's eyes began to water as well. He pulled out his cell phone and called Romano, telling him to stay at Spain's place for a little while. Romano was of course confused but Italy managed to convince him to stay nearby Spain for a while. Now that countries could be killed, he wanted to make sure Romano was safe- or at least safer.
Prussia's eyes twitched open slowly; his crimson eyes wandered before focusing on Germany.
"Lud-Ludwig?" Prussia asked, his vision still blurry. Germany blinked in surprise. Prussia never called him by his human name- rarely even when they were in public.
"Prussia?" Germany asked. Prussia jolted away at the sound of his name.
"Nooo…" He groaned, "Don't say that…"
"Gi-Gilbert?" Germany said tentatively. Prussia- no- Gilbert nodded weakly and closed his eyes again. "Hey! Pr- Gilbert! Don't fall asleep!"
"Whaaaat?" Gilbert muttered, opening his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Germany asked. Gilbert shook his head.
"I just want to sleep…" And with that, Gilbert drifted back to sleep. Italy and Germany looked at each other.
"You should take him out of here. Maybe Japan too." Italy motioned to the crying mess huddled up next to the wall.
"You're right…" Germany said. He carried Prussia and led Japan out of the dank basement.
"Those three will need some looking after. France?"
"I'll go," France agreed. And so only Italy, England, and America were left in the basement. Actually, neither Italy nor England could see America. He'd wandered off somewhere again.
"America?" England called out.
"Over here." America said quietly. "Y-you guys should come over here." England looked worriedly at Italy and went over to the open door where America was standing in front of. They peered into the small room and gasped.
((Sorry for no update in so long. I've been working on a little video and I'm also writing a USUK over on FanFiction. But there you have it. China is dead, Prussia seems to have forgotten his countryhood, and America has stumbled on the root of all the secrets! When I finally get around to writing the next chapter you'll finally understand everything. Tee hee.))