Obviously due to the German running out of the meeting hall and not coming back, the meeting between all of them had been canceled. No one really knew why Germany suddenly left the building, or really where he had gone since when Prussia returned home, the blonde was nowhere to be found.

Japan bit at the tips of his fingers, having since leaving the canceled meeting removed his gloves. His eyes wandered back and forth as he saw Prussia pacing around the room in silence. He had followed Prussia back to Germany's hands out of curiosity of if he was going to be all right, but was also almost forced to go considering Prussia was still worried about his health.

"… What are we going to do, Prussia-san?" Japan asked, lowering his hands to lightly scratch at his stained arms. "Germany is not here."

"I know that!" Prussia barked at him, this making the other recoil a bit at the sudden hostile tone. Prussia soon slowed to a stop and sighed, looking to the Asian with a worried gaze, "sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's just... tch, fuck! I'm worried about him! We searched the entire fucking house and we got nothing! There's not many other places he would go to either."

Japan nodded slowly, raising his hands up to gently rub at his temples as a small headache was starting to form. "Maybe he needs to be alone."

"But we don't know what he would do if he was alone!" Prussia quickly said, almost a bit too loud. He withdrew himself again, seeing Japan flinch at his tone. "In his condition I... I worry about him."

"I know you do, you said that all ready."

"Well after all that happened at the fucking excuse of a meeting, I don't think he's thinking right! He doesn't think right when he's upset. He doesn't get that way very often but when he does…" He trailed off at that, glancing to the side as it was obvious he didn't exactly want to talk about it. With another sigh, he went over and sat next to Japan on the couch, dropping his face into his hands. "I don't want him to hurt himself or others. We need to find him."

"He will not harm himself," Japan said bluntly, rubbing his temples a bit more before looking up to the ceiling.

"How do you know?"

"Because he has a promise to Italy to keep."

And with that, Japan leaned back into the couch behind him, closing his eyes and dropping his hands onto his lap as he just seemed to try to get his thoughts together. The two of them sat in silence for a bit longer, the occasional stressed sigh or smacking of dry lips being heard before Japan finally leaned forward.

"Perhaps I should go home."

"With your legs being a fucking mess? I don't feel too comfortable with that," Prussia admitted, raising his head from his hands to look to the vacant eyes of the Japanese nation.

"I am feeling better than at the meeting," Japan said, pushing up a small smile to try to seem assuring. "If it will make you feel any better, if I feel woozy I'll call a cab and when I get home, I'll call you to make sure I got home okay then go straight to bed."

Prussia pursed his lips in thought before he reached up and set a hand on Japan's head, ruffling it slightly. "All right, just try to take care of yourself. I worry about you too, man. Don't think I don't."

"Uhuhu, I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Prussia-san."

Japan set his hands on his knees and carefully tried to push himself up to his feet. His head grew light as he changed positions, making him wobble just a bit before regaining his balance. Picking up his gloves from the table and slipping them back on, he gave one last nod of a goodbye to the albino before leaving.

The walk towards home was a very calm one, by the time they had left the meeting, back tracked to Germany's and had taken a break, the sun had all ready set and there wasn't too many people on the streets. He breathed in the night air as everything just seemed so serene and peaceful.

So, Chinatown had been on the island all along and only Italy knew about it. How ironic was it that they killed him right before he could have told them. Though, he should have told them earlier right? It would have saved his life. Perhaps it was truly Italy's fault after all. Not his oh no, not at all. Sure he had the idea but it helped them escape, did it not?

Japan closed his eyes for only a few steps as he just tried to relish in the nice atmosphere surrounding the empty street. Everything would be all right, Germany would be found eventually and they would continue to go along just as planned. Everything would be dandy. Everything would be fine.

"Japan."

He stopped as soon as he heard his name; ears perked and eyes widening slightly as he recognized the dark tone instantly. He slowly turned around, blinking at the German man towering before him. At first he wanted to let out a relieved sigh, to say that he was glad he was all right and to offer to take him home to his worried brother. But… something didn't feel right. The way Germany was glowering down at him was intimidating, to say the least, and something else he couldn't pinpoint.

"Germany-san." He managed to say, pulling his own hands together to try to seem smaller and passive.

The two stood silently, staring at each other and waiting for someone to make the first move or to say something. Japan still kept very still, not breaking eye contact him with him for a long period of time. But once he looked away to attempt to break the tension, the first thing he saw was suddenly Germany's fist colliding into his cheek.

The force of the punch easily enough knocked Japan off his feet and dropping onto the ground with a thud. Japan let out a delayed gasp as he hit the ground, clutching his stinging and throbbing cheek. He didn't even have time to look up to Germany before he let out an exclaim of pain, feeling a booted foot hit straight into his stomach.

"This is your fault as much as it is mine," Germany growled down to him, using his foot to roll Japan over to lie on his back. The smaller nation held his stomach as he coughed, still reeling from the sudden punishment. Germany frowned further and stomped down on the others torso, making him cry out and gasp for air since the wind was just kicked out of him.

"You get off scot free while I am tormented by the others, blamed for what happened to him while you-" another kick to the side, "were the one who made the stupid plan and YOU-" another stomp onto his arms, "were the one who helped drown him, but mainly who dissected him and harvested him! You did just as much as I did, hell, you did even more than I did!"

Japan curled up as much as he could to try to shield himself from the barrage of kicks and stomps, unable to keep from choked sobbing to come out mingled with his cries of pain and coughing of blood. He hesitantly opened his eyes, tears pouring out and freely flowing down his cheeks onto the concrete below them.

He opened his mouth to beg for him to stop, to say that he was sorry, to say anything. But all he could muster the strength to do was to life a shaky gloved arm up to Germany, almost as a gesture of reaching out to him for help.

"D… D-Doitsu... s-sa—"

"SCHWEIGN!"

And with one more swift kick across Japan's face, the other was out like a light and limp against the cold hard ground. And he was pretty sure he heard a sick snap around his neck.

Germany breathed in and out quickly; looking down to look over what he just finished doing. He deserved that, right? Everyone was ganging up on him about the murder; no one pointed a single finger to Japan. He deserved it. He needed it.

After a few moments to stand there to collect himself, he looked forward and stepped over the body, knowing he had another destination to go to. He needed to be punished too, that was a fact. And there was only way he could think of a punishment suitable for killing his own best friend.

It only took about fifteen minutes of walking around before he went into a familiar building that he had passed by every day, a large office building fifteen stories high where he would get some of his paperwork from.

This was the perfect place.

With a quick flash of his pass card to the guard on the ground floor, he went into the elevator to head up to the rooftop floor.

He had thought this through many times in his head ever since they had returned home. How he needed to do something to make it up to Italy about what they did to him. What better way to repay mangling a body, than to mangle his own body as well.

Germany took a deep inhale through his nose as he confidently walked over to the boarder of the building and stepped up onto the ledge. He closed his eyes, feeling night air gently caressing against his face.

He could not live in this world like this. By the time his body regenerated from being splattered against the concrete from mess of gore, Italy would be found, right? Sure he would be breaking his promise to be there when he awoke, but it was probably better this way. He wouldn't want to see him anyway after the horrible things he did.

"Italy…"

With one last sweet whisper into the wind, he stared down to the night life below. He smiled, and leaned forward to lose his balance head first, letting his eyes close and give himself to gravity.

The wind whistled on his ears as he felt his heart race during the plummet towards the ground, all the while grinning to himself.

He was going to fix this.

"….y…"

Italy was going to be happy.

"..rma….."

So so happy…

"GERMANY!"

Germany's ears perked at hearing a familiar shrieking, but his moment of confusion only lasted a second as something hard suddenly hit against his falling body, smashing him into one of the darkened offices of the building and shattering glass everywhere.

He gasped and coughed at the force hitting him and the scratches of broke glass that had swiftly cut into his skin and clothing, feeling the overwhelming stinging sensation in an instant. What the hell just happened?!

"Are you okay?! Germany! Germany, talk to me! Open your eyes!"

Germany flinched at the familiar voice again, curious if somehow what had happened was the impact of hitting the ground. But wouldn't he have landed on his head instead of landing on his back through glass? Hesitantly, he opened his eyes, having a have a moment to focus in on the face staring down above him. But once he saw them, they widened as physically possible.

"Ah, good… for a second there I thought I was too late. A-are you okay? Of course not you just went through a window after falling ten stories… But but! You're alive, that's the important part!"

He was dead, he was sure of it. He had hit the ground and landed in the afterlife. That was the only explanation at this point.

"…I…. Italy?"

Italy perked at hearing the other say his name, grinning from ear to ear as he gave a chuckle, eyes undoubtedly watering up instantaneously as usual. "Y-you can see me!"

"Am… am I…." Germany couldn't finish his sentence, still being in physical shock of all the pain coursing through his body and just seeing his dead best friend right next to him.

Italy paused at this, his relieved smile fading into a calmer one, quickly wiping his eyes a bit before shaking his head. "You're not dead." He said, and carefully reached over to grasp Germany's hand. He looked down at the leather glove covering it and gently pulled it off, then taking his pinky within his own. "Good thing too, you promised to be around when I woke up, remember?"

Germany's entire body tensed up as his hand was taken and his pinky was grasping, his mouth opening in shock as he could feel the warmth wrap around his pinky where Italy was holding it. And once Italy removed his hand, he saw that the discolored blood that stained his hands from so long again brightened up in hue, look as fresh as it did as when they harvested.

He was alive, but Italy was real.

Right after that realization, it didn't take long for black spots to start to cloud up Germany's vision, making Italy's smiling face turn concerned before everything went black.

"G-Germany?! Oh no- hang in there!"