So…I updated this sooner than I thought! Yay!

I love this pairing so much.

Germany x Italy

Italy was putting some of his clothes away into a drawer when he felt an eerie aura in the room. But he shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing. That was a mistake, and a big one at that. He suddenly heard a 'click' behind him, and felt a hard, unforgiving cylinder pressed to his back. Before he could scream, a gloved hand clapped over his mouth.

"You yell, I shoot." A Scottish voice said quietly into his ear. Italy could hear the wide grin in the person's voice. "Promise no sounds and I'll remove my hand, yes?"

Italy nodded. He was terrified but did as he was told. 'No matter what, Feliciano, don't give in. You can't join him. Not when you have Ludwig.' Italy told himself.

Scotland's hand let go hesitantly, but the gun remained in place. "I know you won't join us. Not like we'd need a weakling like you. But then that leaves me no choice but to kill you…So I'll give you a dying request."

Tears ran from Italy's eyes silently, making Scotland's grin widen. In all honesty, there were two things Italy wanted: to tell Germany that he loved him, and for Scotland to not hurt Germany. That was all.

"Remember, I'm not here for Germany," Scotland whispered, as if he could tell exactly what Italy was thinking. "I'm here for you and you alone."

"Let me write something then. A goodbye letter to the person who finds me. Please?" Italy knew Germany would be the one to find him. After all, he was in the room he and the German had shared ever since they had confessed their feelings to one another.

"Fine. Get to the desk." Scotland pushed Italy, making him fall over. "Get up. Let's not take all day." He sneered.

'Why is he so cruel? Isn't killing me enough satisfaction for him?' Italy thought as he sat at the desk.

After writing a carefully worded note, Italy stood up and took a deep breath. He held the note close to his heart. Then he stood in the middle of the room and faced Scotland, who had started smoking his cigarette not long ago.

"Done?" Scotland asked.

"Si." Italy responded sadly, tears falling again.

"Long and painful or quick and painless?" He asked. He spun the full chamber of his revolver making Italy shudder in fear.

"Why are you giving me a choice?" Italy cried quietly.

"In a good mood, I am. Now choose!" Scotland demanded. He raised the gun to Italy.

"Quick and painless!" Italy yelled.

Without hesitation, Scotland pulled the trigger and shot Italy in the forehead. The Italian fell to the floor, blood now seeping onto the floor around him. Scotland ran to retreat before Germany could come and see him.

~X~

"Quick and painless!" *BANG*

Germany knew that was Italy yelling. And the sound following was surely a gunshot. Gunshot? A sudden feeling of panic flooded through him as he ran upstairs to the room he and Italy shared a bed in.

"Italia?" Germany asked as he opened the door to their room. The sight he saw made his heart sink to hell. Italy lay on the floor, eyes wide open and glassy, blood surrounding him and soaking the blue jacket he wore. "Italia!" Germany yelled as he ran to Italy. "Nien! Feliciano, wake up! Feliciano!" Germany shook Italy's small, lifeless form. But it was no use. He wouldn't be waking up.

Germany, the strong, unbreakable Deutschland, began to sob. He couldn't take it. Italy never could-nor would he-hurt anyone. He was so innocent. As Germany kept staring at Italy, he soon noticed the letter that was close to his lover's chest. With gentle movements, Germany took the note and read it. In Italy's beautiful cursive, the note read:

'Ludwig, mi amore,

I know you will find me before anyone else and for that I am glad. Then I'll get to tell you what I wish I could say to you in person, but in the form of this letter.

For once in my life, I was brave. With Scotland behind the gun, I faced death. And though I wish nothing more than to be able to yell for you, I must be strong.

Ludwig, you've always been there for me. When I was alone, you stayed with me. When I cried, you'd kiss away my tears. When I was unsure, you helped me not run away. I am forever grateful for your love and care. I just wish I could tell you this in person.

Please be safe. We'll be reunited one day. I know we will.

Io ti amo e amerò sempre.

-Feliciano.'

'Io ti amo e amerò sempre.' Those words alone broke Germany's heart. Italy used to say that to him. Germany knew what it meant, too: "I love you and I always will." He said out loud. "Ich liebe dich, auch." Germany said to Italy as he gently closed his lifeless eyelids.

Japan walked in. "Doitsu-san? I heard gunshot- Italy-san!" Japan did the same thing that Germany did; shook Italy and told him to wake up. And, like last time, he didn't. Japan looked to Germany and noticed that his remaining friend was sobbing into his own hands. Germany loved Italy and Japan knew it. So, Japan disregarded his hate for lack of personal space and hugged Germany from the side as the taller one cried into Japan's shoulder.

I…I just had Italy killed! T^T Please don't hate me! I know that I am a horrible human being because of it!

Anyways, I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.