Wars Will Have Their Victors

Missing Link

I watched as they brought out the casket containing Austria. I turned away, tears brimming my eyes. it was silent and no one said a word. I began to sing in the middle of quiet

"if you are listening to me, I want you to know that you are loved. and if you are listening to me sing, I want you to know that I remember everything.

I never had the chance to say how I felt, I wasn't angry with you more just...over overwhelmed. I still remember all the songs we would sing, your love of Roxy music, what your future would bring.

but if you're listening to me, I want you to know that you are missed. and your not here with me tonight, I want you to know that I remember all of your...music, musical song. yes your music musical song. and if your listening to me, I want you to know that I remember everything."

I dropped to my knees and sobbed. "w-why!? why was it him!? I hope your happy Italy I'll send you to hell!" yelled. Hungary helped me back to my feet. "Ishbala please..." she whispered as silent sobs were spread across the the crowd. I turned and cried into Germany and Prussia, grabbing both of their black tuxes tight. Germany took off his hat even though it was beginning to rain. Prussia followed as did many others. " this has to be a dream...I want to wake up! I hate this...R-Roderich.....w-why?! Roderich...." I cried into the Germans. it wasn't fair I wanted him back I wanted to sing to his beautiful piano music again, to sway back and forth to the melody of his originals. see his smile...his demanding personality...and his bright beautiful violet eyes. "help me." I muttered. "this is var Ishbala...this...is all that goes on." Germany sighed. "then were not going to war, I'm going to kill Italy." I growled.

I walked into my house slamming my body on the couch. "bad day?" Italy smirked at me. "you! i-!" he cut me off with a kiss. I qucikly gave into the drug again...ive been craving it ever since the first time...that's basically how drugs work you want more, so I wanted more. I grabbed him pulling him down on the couch with me. he clawed at my hips, bit my lip till it bled bit my neck till more of the coppery liquid dripped. he began to lick the blood up as I only smiled. I did nothing to stop him because it felt so good...it felt like paradise. "sei una ragazza devvero carina." (you are a pretty girl) he whispered the Italian in my ear. "is that right?" I giggled. I was high on his kiss, not thinking clearly. "si." he slithered his hand to my cheek. I leaned in, tasting my addiction again. "Ti Amo bella." (I love you.) he smiled softly. and again with no realization I repeated in Greek.