Spare us the rescue.

We're not lost, we just go where we want

Spare us the rescue.

When we roll we roll deep and we'll sink twice as low

Spare us the rescue.

I can walk, I can walk on my own two knees.

It takes, takes some, takes some dying to feel alive.

Spare us the rescue.

A friend in need is a friend I don't need

Spare us the rescue.

We've made peace with our lovely disease

Spare us the rescue.

Crawled out of my tunnel vision to find

It all, all went, all went wrong but it feels alright.

*****

England didnt know what to do. His brother lay still in his lap, he gently moved his head onto the floor and crawled across the floor and picked up his brothers glasses and brushed they stray glass shards out of the frames so they no longer had lenses and gently palaced them on Americas face. The silence lasted for awhile as England sat near Americas body. He blinked and began to whisper a spell. One he knew he wasnt capable of completeing and he knew all too well the penalty of doing it wrong. He paused... the last words? What were they!? It was to late now anyway, pain shot through his chest and he froze a smile formed on his face and he fell to the ground.

"I'm coming...... Am-er-ica" he choked out and weakly took his brothers hand "It-s a-ll ov-er n-ow"

****

Romano had somehow managed to keep his brother away from the room.

"Germanys dead.... isnt he?" Italy said his back to his brother tears rolling down his face.

"N-no" Romano lied "Im sure the potato bastard's fine..."

"Dont lie" Italy whispered

"Im not-"

"DONT LIE!" Italy yelled turning around crying "HE'S DEAD!! I KNOW HE'S DEAD!!"

"Ita.." Romano sighed.

"I failed... I let everyone die.... again...."