“Oh, Italy!” Hungary said, running into the room.
When he was younger, Italy used to tell Hungary everything. Well, almost everything. Whenever Romano hurt him, he would call Hungary. He would tell her he was clumsy and got hurt, and she would cover him in some makeup so that he would have to explain to people how he managed to trip over a Lego and fall down the stairs for instance.
This time though, he told her what happened. He told her EVERYTHING that had EVER happened. Hungary was really angry on the phone, but now she just looked sad as she fixed up the burn on his face. Italy didn’t want to make Hungary sad, but he didn’t think he could handle this anymore. Not wanting to look at her sad face, Italy let his eyes wander around the room. Eventually, his eyes landed on Hungary's hands which were split open and covered in blood.
“Hungary…What happened to your hand?” Italy asked.
Hungary looked down at her hand like she just noticed that it was mangled.
“Italy…we trust each other right?” Hungary asked in an almost whisper.
“Of course,” Italy said in a slightly confused tone.
“Ok then. You can’t tell anyone about this! Do you promise?” she said, leaning very close to him.
“I promise.”
Hungry leaned a little closer to him again, making sure he was the only one who could hear.
“Prussia is gone, Italy.”
This startled him. “What do you mean?”
Hungary sighed. “You know I have anger problems, right? Well, I took some of it out on Prussia downstairs. Apparently I took a little too much out on him.”
“Italy looked up at her with complete shock. Of course he knew that Hungary had anger problems. Everyone knew that. But the thought that she was capable of something like this…
Then he thought about it for a second. When he was little, he remembered hearing about how Hungary was hanging out with her sister Budapest when they “fell” off of a cliff together. Well, Budapest was at the bottom of the cliff. Hungary said she fell and that the only reason Hungary didn’t hit the bottom was because she grabbed a branch on the way down, but when he thought about it…there weren’t any branches coming out of the cliff…
“I won’t tell anyone about it,” Italy said.
They sat in silence while Hungary finished doctoring and covering up Italy’s face.
~~~~3 days later~~~~
Italy sat on the couch in Germany’s house while the angry blond paced the room in front of him. Everyone had been on edge lately since the seemingly random deaths of their friends. Germany was taking it the worst since news got out that Prussia suddenly went missing for almost no reason. Italy had moved in with Hungary after word got out that Prussia was nowhere to be found, but he spent most of his time watching his friend pace through almost every room in his house.
“Germany, you need to stop worrying. Everything is going to be fine.”
Germany stopped pacing and walked over to his friend. He plopped himself down beside the young Italian and rubbed his face in his hands.
“I’m sorry Italy. It’s just, what if something happened to you? With Prussia gone, you’re all I have left.”
Italy was not used to this level of emotion from Germany. The poor man looked almost in tears at this point. He probably would be if Italy wasn’t sitting next to him. He felt bad for what he did. The more he thought about it, the more Italy wanted to die. After killing everyone else, didn’t he deserve it. Even if that wasn’t enough, he was hurting Germany. The guilt probably wouldn’t be that bad, if it wasn’t for the Germany. Germany was the only person he couldn’t stand to see in pain, and Germany was the one hurt the most by everything that had happened.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Italy said, getting up from the couch.
He began up the stairs, and before he even reached the top, he could hear the faint sound of his friend crying. Italy himself was in tears by the time he reached his room. He opened the door and walked across the room to where he was hiding the death note.  He sat down on his bed and stared down at it.
Did he deserve to die?