Germany let out a whimper, getting up and walking over to the trampled body that lay embeded in the snow. He hung his head for in front of him was his brother Prussia, the poor wolf was still alive but barely. "Bruder why?" Germany whimpered, and the other gave a weak smile, "West... I had to save my little brother... though getting caught was not awesome..." He winced, "I.. came looking for you and Italy and I saw you...." He let out a cry of pain as Germany laid next to him.
"Dont move ok? You're going to be alright ja?" Germany said looking at the albino wolf and Prussia simply shook his head slightly, "No west... I won't... but... don't blame yourself for this ok? I was the one... who decided to put myself in even more danger..." And with those words the other closed his eyes as his last few drops of blood were spilled in the snow.
Germany let out a long and morunful howl, he didn't want his brother to leave and be gone forever. America and England walked out of the cave they were in and stood a distance behind Germany. Italy, seeing what had happened, was racing down the ravine toward them.
The Nordics heard the howl and ran over to the source, knowing the howl meant something grave just happened. As they arrived so did the rest of the allied pack, all froze seeing the dead wolf simply lying there in the blood tainted snow. Germany continued to howl not paying attention to the rest of them being there. Norway raised his head joining him, matching his minor tone, Italy was next, followed by the rest of them.
The minor melody strung throught the wolve's voices as the continued thier song for the departed wolf. In the end Germany hung his head, "Good bye bruder...." He said softly and Italy walked up to him gently nuzzling him and letting Germany lean on him for support. "We are all sorry for your loss." Denmark said, even if he had never known the albino too well he knew what it was like to have the feeling of someone close to you being taken away.
Germany nodded and gently moved to pick his brother's body, carrying the other on his back, "I'll bury him in the northern mountains, where we grew up together... I'd like to make my journey alone." He said and Italy whimpered but let him go anway as the other began to walk off toward the path to the upper mountains. Japan looked down, feeling upset that one of thier pack members was gone,
"Another's blood paints the snow red..."
