A few ambulances and wailing police cars with their sirens are at the scene.
Germany is watching himself, his dead body getting pounded by America, who is trying to resurrect him with CPR.
But it won't work. "Obviously. He's been dead for like, 23 minutes. " A voice responded in his head. Ignoring it, Germany put his hand up and felt his spiky, black, halo.
"I can't believe this," he murmured to himself, his voice coming out in eerie whispers, sounding nothing like his original voice. His 4 wings flapped, and it hurt to have them flap. It hurt.
But he knew it must be done.
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The Angel Of Death
Horrorthis is a country humans fan fiction which may include offensive themes like self harm insanity murder death
