It was raining. The rythmic pitter-patter of the drops was like a lullaby to the young woman who sat by the window, staring emotionlessly at the foilage outside. It was a dreary day....
"Kairu?" Quinn's voice sounded from the other side of the door. It opened, and in walked New York, a worried expression on her face. Berlin sat outside, silently crying.
Tokyo didn't even acknowledge Quinn, she only continued to stare.
"Until the day I die....." Kairu let the tears fall. ".....I'll spill my heart for you...."
"Guys," Berlin called from the hallway. "It's time...."
Quinn and Tokyo stood and walked down the corridor, to a certain room. Quinn opened the door. Kairu immidiately slammed her eyes shut. She couldn't look at him.
There, resting inside an open coffin, was Gilbert Bellishmidt, also known as Prussia, cold and lifeless. He was paler than normal, his eyes closed. The iron cross that he always wore was resting on his chest.
Berlin got choked up. He covered his mouth and silently cried.
Quinn looked at her feet, obviously holding back tears.
Kairu slowly walked up to the coffin, the engagement ring on her finger glistening.
"Ich liebe dich, mein Verlobter ... Ich hoffe, Sie wieder zu sehen bald ... Goodbye, Preußen, ne der größten und stärksten Nationen in der Geschichte der Menschheit* ...." She sobbed, letting her tears fall onto Prussia's navy blue jacketsleeve.
*~AFTER THE FUNERAL~*
It was raining. The rythmic pitter-patter of the drops was like a lullaby to the young woman who sat by the window, staring emotionlessly at the foilage outside. It was a dreary day....
"Goodbye, World,...." Kairu said, holding the handgun to her temple. "Hallo, Preussen..."
BOOM!
I nearly cried.
WHY?! Just...WHY?!