All the nations were united here, in a big spaced, cold and heart-breaking church, surrounding a large, dark coloured coffin with the tip opened for those to see that one dead person, laying so peacefully with a lot of flowers laying on his chest. A nation approached. His tears just couldn't help themselves anymore, they were strolling down his cheeks as he looked closely at the dead body. He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth and holding his hands closed into fist with quite a force.
A hand landed lightly on his shoulder, he turned his head and looked at the person behind him, a tall German with blonde hair back perfectly and light blue ocean eyes, looking down at him with the sadest expression across his face. 'Crying vill not do any good, Al.' America turned back around and looks at England's body once again. 'I don't know why you're holding back, Ludwig...' The German looked away, dropping his head to the floor as Italy and Japan stood near his and America's side. Italy placed his palm on England's pale white cheek, leaning over, staring at him and suddenly, a wave of emotion hit him and tears formed in his eyes, falling down over his face. He collaped to the floor and hid his face in his hands, sobbing so loudly it was echoing around the church.
'Italy-kun-!' Said Japan, about to approach him when a arm stopped him. Japan looked up, seeing Germany with small tears rolling down and head dropped to hide them for no one to see him that way. 'Let it be, Kiku. We will all be ok.' He said, turning around as his arm dropped to his side, looking at everyone, all the nations with frustrated, angry and gloomy expressions.

All of a sudden, Germany saw a shadow pass him, he followed it and saw that America was leaving the church. 'Alfred!' He yelled out, taking a step forward but no reply was heard. He just kept on walking, faster towards the doors when a tight grip was holding onto his wrist. 'Why are you escaping, America?' Said Norway in most quietest voice. America gritted his teeth and slapped his own hand away from Norway's grip. He stared wide eyed and pulled his hand back. America, still having his back turned, didn't reply. It's like - he couldn't speak no more, he got stuck on using the right words. 'Everyone here knows how it feels to loose someone, proof that we're here today! England may be dead but his country is still alive! He left us a part of himself-!' Norway's eyes stared emotionless, his head turned to the side when America threw him a slap across the face before slamming the doors harshly behind him, leaving everyone to turn their face towards the closed door.
They all heard a loud sound coming from the outside, it sounded like a loud and painful punch against something hard and metalic or possibly thick wooden.
'He didn't deserve it, did he, Elizaveta?' Asked Italy, lifting his head shakly to look at her. She kept rubbing his back with a very small smile across her face, shaking her head as more tears soaked her face. 'No, of course he didn't, Feliciano.' She told him along silent sobs. 'No one deserves to die.' She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly, hiding her face under his neck.
Everyone dropped their heads, holding their hand together tightly with their eyes closed. The silence was long and all that was heard were the sniffs and sobs, even the tears falling from meters down to hit the floor. America leaned against the doors and banged his head against it, laying his legs down flat on the dirty, damp ground. Looking up at the gray sky, it seemed like the sky and cloud were also upset and concerned. America just fell back and cried, groaning and yelling out. It was the only thing he could do.

When you're dead, not even magic can be possible to revive them.

It's the nature of life to move on, no matter how much sadness a person carries in their heart.


'Goodbye, mr Kirkland...'