50 deaths 50 mysteries

Don't Leave Me

Starvation

Wisconsin's POV

It was, around the last few hours I'd survive as I had locked myself in my room around three weeks ago. I sighed a bit, I was a, complete mess at this point, my ribcage was showing a lot, my skin was very flaky, and my body ached too much and my joints could barely move. My stomach cramped up a lot and it was painful but I got used to it by now, I was starving to death, so what's the point in whining about it. My body was red or infected in a lot of places and it hurt a lot.

I felt extreme hunger at this point but my body was too weak to even move a couple inches without doubling over. I was curled up in my bed then noticed banging on my door, the slams weren't hard, just a little soft, I knew it was Wyoming as they're the only other state in the house and if it was dad, he'd use much more force. I sighed weakly and didn't answer for obvious reasons then Wyoming ran off, supposedly to get dad to force his way in my room. After a bit, I heard dad, depending by how his steps weren't as hard as they would be, he didn't sound like he was in a good mood.

When the steps got closer they stopped a ways from my door then ran to it and slammed into the door. My door slammed in and dad fell to the ground with a hard thump leading after. Dad got up and walked to my bed as it wasn't a far distance so logically he didn't run. I looked at dad my eyes barely having the strength to keep themselves open. "No no no no no, you can't leave me too!" Dad said in a very, very worried way, of course he knew it was too late, he's witnessed people starve to death during every war he was in.

I shut my eyes for what seemed like the last time, and I hadn't been wrong, it'd be the last time I'd ever see anybody.

America's POV

When Wisconsin passed away in front of me, I didn't shed a tear, I hate how I'd gotten too used to all the deaths in the span of three years. Of course, Wisconsin had to die on New Years, at least I he got something before he died. I sighed the I noticed Imperial appear, I hadn't seen him in a while. "Where have you been, you look, much different than before." I mumbled so Wyoming wouldn't hear. "I was forced to relive my death as it's been exactly a hundred years since then." Imperial said and I nodded a bit then looked at him, it turned to a very awkward moment, he was wearing nothing but shorts, very short shorts.

I decided to ignore that and look at the new markings on his body, it looked like vitiligo but more ugly and just two large large spots. There was on his shoulder, there was a white splotch on his should that a spot spread out of onto half of his face and nearly his whole arm, this was on his right side. The other started from a white splotch on his the left side of his hip and spread up to half of his torso and his whole thigh. The stuff that spread out had different colors, it looked very very irritated and looked like if you had a broken bone combined with when your arms get too cold and it looks like your veins are purple and popping out of your body.

Imperial's face just looked like it got the skin burned off, on of his eyes looked like it had radiation blindness. Imperial let me look at the markings for a bit then Wyoming came in the room. "Papa, who is that scary looking man?" Wyoming asked and I looked at them in a bit of shock. "Can you see him? Imperial?" I asked pointing to him and they nodded. "Don't worry, he's- he's a better man than he was before years ago, come here." I said looking at them and they nodded running to me and I picked them up hugging them.

Imperial silently watched us then it hit me, Wyoming is the last state to remain then I looked at Imperial. I knew he already knew that, he understood in a way as for Japan, his son.

I held Wyoming like my life depended on it, and truly, it did, if they died, I died, the truth always hurt. I stayed that way with Wyoming for god knows how long until Imperial tapped my shoulder. "Your skin is starting to crack, both of you." Imperial mentioned and I looked at my hands, no cracking there, was he lying? "It's on your neck, I don't think you'll be able to see it, it's very small, just a couple of small lines." He said and I nodded a bit and set Wyoming down. "I have to go do two things, mind watching over Wyoming, making sure they don't do anything." I said and he nodded as I stood up.

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Imperial's POV

I silently watched over Wyoming as they had fallen asleep on America's bed curled up in the large and fluffy comforter he had. Wyoming looked to peaceful, they were honestly too young to be going through all of this, only a kid that didn't understand how the world worked. I sighed as I lean back against the wall, the burns hurt when I did, that's why I wore such little clothing, the burns hurt when they touch anything; Wyoming had flinched a little in their sleep and I turned my attention to them, they hadn't woken up thankfully.

I sighed a bit getting bored a bit, at this point with the radiation, I was blind in one eye and in the other it was just extremely hard to see out of. Out of being bored, I started singing to myself a lullaby my dad always sung to me, I forgot the name to it but it always had stuck in my head since I was young. The lullaby was sang to me many many years before I became a country. I sang it over and over till words stopped making sense to me in all the languages I knew.

I looked at Wyoming again, they were still sleeping comfortably then I noticed the door opening though I stayed with Wyoming. I waited for America to come back upstairs after burying Wisconsins body, when he did eventually come back up, he peaked into the bedroom, he had blood on his face. "America what the hell did you do." I whisper yelled at him. "Murder Spanish Empire, he's done too many thing, and I may have killed my brother again." America said and I asked nothing. "Go clean yourself, I don't want your child waking up and seeing you drenched in blood." I said and he nodded and grabbed clothes from his wardrobe and went off to his bathroom that connected to his room, oddly enough he never grabbed a towel.