Cough

A dark room inside a tiny shed. 8 cold and hungry nations inside, none said a word. They only had a candle as their light. They all refused to go outside... because of a disease called the cough. This disease spreads once someone coughs. The only way to keep the disease from spreading is by killing the person who coughed. Luckily, the nations are in the only place in the world the disease hasn't reached... Until... one of them heard a cough. All was quiet... until an Italian voice asked, ''w-who did it... Who coughed!''. The Nation picked up the candle and used it so he could look at every nation in the room. All looked at him with a look of fear. "Who?... tell me now so we can get it over with...". They all knew what he meant by, "get it over with". The other 7, Germany, Japan, America, England, France, Russia, and China didn't say anything. America spoke,"d-does it even matter!? Why Don't We All Just...die and get it over with...". "I-it could of been and cough from a cold... can't we just check and make sure?" The Russian asked. "I wish we'a could take that'a risk but... I'a think we shouldn't and kill the one who'a coughed... I'a know it's going to be'a hard but one dead nation is better then 8 dead nations..." the Italian said sounding like he could cry any minute now. The German sighed"he's right... one is better than none... I don't think we have much of a choice...". Then, someone someone spoke, it was France" I coughed... it was me". All faces looked to France, but how did he get it?
"Alot of people in France got the disease... even me. Kill me...get it over with." France said looking down to the dirty floor that looked like there is blood stained on it. "But we have no weapons, how are we suppose to kill him?" China asked. "I don't know... but please make it as painful as possible... please" France who was now crying said. The only weapon they had was Russia's water pipe. "Wait.... we can kill him with my water pipe!" Russia said with a exited tone in his voice. Russia handed the water pipe to England. "Wait What? I Have to kill him!?" England asked the cold hearted nation. Sure England and France kinda hate each other, but they're really good friends. "England...please just do it... get it over with... for me..." France said as he sat down against the wooden wall. England then knew he had to do this... before the disease spreads. "Italy,blow out the candle"England told Italy to do. The Italian did and darkness filled the room. He held the pipe up to France's head. One hit might just kill him. "I'm.so.sorry...." England said as tears filled his eyes. He then back away one step and hit the nation's head with a hard force. A crash like noise was heard. Not a word was heard... Until England heard a quiet cry. France was still alive. England held the pipe up to France's head and smashed it again.This time with more force. No more cries were heard...France was now dead. England dropped the water pipe and sat on the bloody floor. Hugging himself as he cried to himself. Italy put his hand on the nations shoulder. England then looked to Italy who was crying as well. Then all was quiet... until, someone knocked on the wooden door from the outside.
"Hey! We got a cure and we're here to save you!"

THE END