The Insane World

Chapter 11: The Idiot

America's POV

I one up in a very dark place. With blood oozing all around. "Hey, dude," I heard someone call out my name. My eyes widened as I looked at who it was. He held a baseball bat with spikes on it and wore shades. He was wearing a bomber jacket with a red star on his and a pair of jeans with brown hair. "You...," I said coldly and took out a pistol.

"You better step away from Philippines!" I yelled at him. He just crossed his arms as a smirk appeared on his face. "Try me b*tch," he said. I cocked my gun and started shooting and rammed into him. Though he deflected it all with the metal spikes on his bat.

I quickly had the eye of a sharpshooter and aimed. His right wrist. His left wrist. He dropped his bat in pain. I sprinted over to him and kicked him to the ground as I aimed my gun at his temple. He grit his teeth. "I show mercy to my enemies. But you... I've had enough of you...," I said and put both hands on my gun. "Remember, America..," he said and that smirk of his was still there.

"I'll always be a part of your idiotic mind..," he said.

My eyes widened as I pulled the trigger. Everything was black. I soon noticed my area. I saw Philippines in a jail cell. I was there. "America! Stop! Please!" Philippines yelled and had me in a chokehold. I shook my head. Her eyes widened and looked at me with her chocolate brown eyes.

She had started to cry as she released me. I gasped for air barely able to reach for a piece of paper in my jacket. I opened it up and gave it to Philippines. "What's this?" Philippines asked. I just smiled and held her other hand.

"Your Independence, Dudette."

Hungary's POV

I quickly released Prussia, realizing what I had just done. I got up, my knees trembling with sadness as I cried softly and crossed my arms. I picked up my frying pan. I forced myself to continue walking. We were going back to our home countries. As well as Austria's funeral, China's funeral, and Vietnam's funeral.

I started to grow weaker. As if I was drowning in my sadness. I forced myself to catch up to the rest of the group. Prussia was walking next to me. I ignored him and just kept walking forward. Walking forward...

Before I could go home, there was a country we passed by. I couldn't help but see an empty wasteland. Everyone was already at their countries. Except for me. I was informed that there wouldn't be a war in a long time after this outburst. So I walked over to the wasteland, where there was nothing but trash.

It wasn't long before I finally found something interesting. A toppled house with only one thing stood out. It was an unharmed dusty piano with a familiar aristocrat's body laying on the top. I slowly walked over there and sat on the seat next to the dead body of Austria. I silently cried as a ran my fingers on the piano keys.

"You played such beautiful music for me, Austria," I said looked at the unharmed music sheets sitting on top. I looked at Austria with his eyes closed and his glasses shattered. I cried and looked at the title and started to have a bit of a meltdown. "You never got to teach me. I remembered zhat I vould beg for a vhile but you vould never do it," I said and I banged my head on the piano keys making a horrible sound.

"I'm useless! I could have saved you!" I yelled at myself and started to yank my hair with my hands. My hand ran into something that wasn't my hair. I pulled it out to see it was my, flower. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I hoped that it was just Austria's body accidentally touched it. I just looked to see Prussia there as he sat on my left side. "Vhy are you here?" I asked. Prussia just half smiled. "Same zhing as you," he replied and soon sighed. "Hungary, vhen your like zhis, it's zhe real you," Prussia said.

"Vh-Vhat do you mean?" I asked and lifted my head up looking at Prussia in the eyes. "Your not zhat violent, your not zhat mad all zhe time. Your...awesome..," Prussia said. I forced a smile and wiped away my tears. "Vhy vould you go here if it brings you grief?" Prussia asked. I shook my head and stood up.

"I-I miss him..," I said and looked down at the floor. I turned to see that Prussia had caressed my cheek with his gloved his hand, with his thumb wiping away the tears. My eyes widened. "Look, Frau. I know now's not zhe time. But I hate seeing you like zhis. But, I can't to alvays be zhere to comfort you. And yes, I'm asking you out," Prussia said. My eyes widened.

"Vhy are you so, different now?" I asked. Prussia laughed. "Kesesese! Zhis vhole zhing made me change. My bruder almost dying, all zhe deaths happening, and a second chance vith you," Prussia said. I bit my lip and looked at him again. "R-Remember vhen you kissed me?" I asked as my cheeks turned redder. Prussia smirked. "I'll do it differently if you say yes," Prussia said. I looked in my thoughts to see the pros and cons of this.

Pros: My sadness going away, me being a little happy, someone at my side, a relationship, alliance, a German, and... Prussia's decent.

Cons: He's an idiot, a pervert, and not a country

I slowly nodded. "You big idiot..," I muttered. Prussia smiled happily and without permission, suddenly kissed me. My eyes widened in shock as his lips pressed against mine. It was a quick, yet loving, kiss. I pulled away, flustered.

Yeah the pros are winning over the cons...