(Y/N) POV
She remembered it so clearly, the pain, the sorrow. She had lost a loved one, he just faded into nothing. The memories were almost unbearable, almost too sad for her sanity. "(Y/N) (Y/N)!" Someone shouted, she peered on ver the balcony to see Vic looking about five seconds from crying "grave, Prussia, destroyed...demolished" and with that she started crying, Italy ran up behind her with surprising speed and warped his arms around her. (Y/N) tried to piece together what she said "Prussia's grave was destroyed?" That thought made boiling anger appear in her veins, how dare someone damage the grave of her loved one. She started to run off to the grave yard, once she got there she saw many of the countries there. She walked up to France "what is the name of-" France cut her off with a which hand gesture and pointed to his grave. The world slowed down, sitting on the grass next to Prussia's grave was a certain red eyed, albino haired, recipe for disaster. With that he came over and stared at (Y/N) as she started to cry "it's ok love, I'm here" and with that he kissed her and picked her up bridal style. "Did you seriously think you get rid of ze awesome me?" He asked in mock concern as he carried her home.
