A/N: I wrote this quick while drowning myself in feels. Not too sure how I like the ending, but I'm leaving it as is. Also, this is my first Hetalia fic. Song is Anthem of the Angels by Breaking Benjamin. (Edited: I had to remove the lyrics for copyright reasons. Hopefully the story has the same impact without them.)

Veneziano lost track of how many times he had done this. Quite frankly, it was too many. Was it the twenty-eighth? The hundred and tenth? Looking around the room, he saw them. The bodies of his fellow nations. His friends. This was his fault. It was his idea to come here. This time around, Veneziano would make sure everyone els made it out, even if it meant he didn't. Looking around one last time, Veneziano stared another time loop. The last one, no matter what happened.

None of the nations trapped in the mansion were aware of the outside world. Of how many days had passed. They didn't realize that the time loops only affected those inside. Outside, the world was falling to chaos. The countries' boss' were on a frantic man hunt. Wars were starting over accusations of kidnapping. America's boss was threatening Russia's. France's was threatening England's. If the nations didn't make it out soon, the world was going to end with them.

Germany had noticed Veneziano's odd behavior before anyone else. The normally happy-go-lucky personality of the Italian was gone. Veneziano was normally the one who looked at the bright side of things. Not that there was really a bright side here, but the nation usually wanted nothing more than to make everyone else happy. But now, he just looked broken. Despite the smile Veneziano had plastered on his face, Germany knew something was wrong. He could see it in the smaller nation's eyes. He wasn't just broken, there was nothing left to fix.

They were so close. All of them were going to make it out this time. Veneziano hung in the back of the group as they all ran for the front door. He could see the door grow closer. America was the first to reach it. Veneziano let out a sigh of relief as the door flew open. The first real smile he'd had in who knows how long faded from his face when he felt a sharp pain in his back. Veneziano fell to his knees, crying out in pain and rage. He had been so close. The world became blurry as he heard screams of horror and the other nations run towards his attacker. All but one. Veneziano knew who it was before they even spoke.

Germany fell to his knees beside Veneziano, quickly grabbing the smaller man in his arms. Veneziano's breathing was getting shallower with every minute that passed. Time seemed to stop as Germany held the Italian in his arms. This was the last goodbye. They had all agreed that if the door was opened, there was no going back. Veneziano was content in his final moments, wrapped in Germany's arms. Romano was more than capable of running things on his own. Everyone else was safe. Veneziano inhaled one last time. With a whisper so soft only Germany could hear, he spoke his final words.

"Ti amo, Ludwig."