Indonesia's pov
It hurts.
I thought that after my father's death, this pain would be familiar. They say, every time you loose a loved one, it's like your heart is ripped off your chest. I felt that not once but twice.
The first time was when i lost my beloved father, the person who i was always looked up to.
The second time was, when they took my son away from me. No, it wasn't death, but it felt like it.
So here i am, feeling an unbelievable pain for a person that i didn't know much but still it was hard.
I placed the last rose near him and lit up the candles.
Helsinki was next to me but i couldn't take a look of him. He was stroking his head gently and let his tears free.
"I can be outside if you want to be alone" i whispered to him. I thought it might be easier for him.
"No no please stay" he said to me and grabbed my hand smoothly, just to ensure me that it was fine to stay. He needed me.
I had never witnessed something similiar and it broke my heart completely.
"Whenever you're ready" i said to him, trying to encourage him and he nodded his head.
I saw him grabbing a small pillow from the couch and my breath stopped for a second.
He took a deep breath and placed the pillow on top of Oslo's head.
"It's okay i'm here. He won't feel any pain, c'mon Helsinki save him." i said to him as tears were rolling from my eyes. My hands were shaking.
He started pushing harder the pillow on his face and Oslo started moving. His breath was getting heavier and heavier every time.
Helsinki was trembling in my hands.
"It's okay, he will be fine i promise." i didn't know what else to say. It sucks and it hurts. There is no bigger tragedy than seeing a person you love dying in your arms.
After a few seconds Oslo wasn't breathing anymore. Helsinki took the pillow of his face and stepped back crying.
"He isn't feeling any pain now. He is safe" i said to him and grabbed his hand. He just nodded his head. His eyes were red.
"Helsinki look at me." he looked up at me and i placed my hands on his face.
"I will find him. I swear to God i will find that asshole who hurt him. I will search every camera in this building. I promise." i said and i gave him a small hug.
I stood up and i left the room. I couldn't bear to see him taking care of his body.
And probably i was sure that he needed sometime alone.
I went upstairs to the main saloon. I was feeling quite hungry and plus i was looking for the rest of them. I haven't seen them the whole day.
I opened the door slowly and got scared at first because they were all sitting there quietly.
"Is everything okay? What are you doing here?" i said to them and took a glimpse of their expressions.
Nairobi and Denver were kinda sad, Moscow was concerned and Rio seemed furious.
Berlin on the other hand was always the same.
But wait..
"Sit down Indonesia, we need to talk" he said to me and i sat next to Moscow. I looked at him, trying to understand something by his look but no.
