Uh, human and nation names used. Please don't kill me! Rated T for violence.

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I did it for you and I'll do it again

"Antonio. Hurry up, we haven't got all day." Gilbert sat looking bored on a rock. Francis stood next to him with his arms crossed and both glared at him. The sky was nearing twilight and set an eerie glow on the surroundings. If Antonio was back home he might have found this beautiful, even romantic. But there was nothing romantic about here. Not the battle field. With dead bodies lying scattered as far as the eye could see, bloodied limbs and emotionless faces staring at him. Accusing him. Well, in Antonio's mind they were.

"un dieu, you are so slow." Francis sighed.

"I can't do it. Please, can't we just..."

"NO! You're useless, you know that. Good for nothing waste of space! If you can't even do this then why are you even in this war!?" Antonio's mind flashed to Romano, "Now do it!"Prussia just didn't understand.

Holland lay on the floor sobbing, blood smeared most of his face and clothes. His skin was bruised and beaten and a large gash throbbed violently on his forehead, gushing even more blood into his eyes. Oh god, those eyes. If he just stopped looking at him with those eyes, hurt, pained, pleading. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to do it.

"Antonio, it's not hard. You see that axe you're holding. Yes Antonio, the axe. You take it in your hands, lift it up above your head, and then pull it down very hard."

"I can't. What did Holland do to disserve this? Just because he sided with Austria?"

"Gilbert, this isn't going to work. He's so weak. Just do it you're self."

"No. HE will do it." Gilbert and Francis argued with each other but Antonio wasn't really listening. Instead he was looking at Holland, who seemed to be trying to mouth something. What was that? He mouthed again. Please. He was trying to say please. A pang of guilt swept over him.

He didn't know Holland very well; he didn't even know his real name. There were a few occasions they had met. He seemed nice from what he could tell, if not a little bit under confident and shy of strangers.

"He needs to learn how to fight, Francis."

"Yes I know, but he obviously isn't going to do it and we need to move."

"Hey, Spain." Prussia called out, drawing his attention. "What are you going to do after the war?"

"What?" Antonio was confused at the casualness of the question.

"Don't be shy, tell us."

"Well... I will go back home to look after Lovino."

"Romano? Won't he be awfully sad?"

"Sad? I don't understand."

"Well, you went to war and all you brought back was nothing. From what I last remember you and him were broke."

"We get by."

"Well, not really. Imagine if we win! Every battle that's won, every country defeated, means Money. Imagine how happy he will be, as must food as he likes. Luxuries that even I can't imagine. Aren't you supposed to care about him?"

"I do care about him!"

"Obviously not!"

"I...I..." Antonio hesitated. He looked at Holland's face, stricken with fear, and then imagined Romano's. Lovino's beautiful face, joyful and happy. Instead of when he last saw him, Hungry and miserable and dirty.

He could do this. For Romano, he would do anything. He didn't even know Holland, what did it matter? Maybe it could make Romano like him, not just swear at him and abuse him. It was easy, just as Prussia said. Lift up the axe, then bring it back down. A smile twitched at the sides of his lips. Holland noticed this and his eyes grew wide as Spain lifted the axe above his head.

"For Romano." Spain whispered to himself as he brought the axe down into Holland's side. Holland screamed as it sliced into him, blood splattered over Spain's face from the impact. The axe was still inside him so Antonio went to pull it out, only to find it stuck. He wrenched upward, hard. changing the angle, so that it ripped Holland's flesh open to produce a gapping hole. Once again the axe was raised above his head and crashed down, but this time it landed squarely into his chest. Holland let out one last gurgle before he fell unconscious.

"For Romano."

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To tell you the truth I just wanted to write gore :D Next chapter will be soon! Holland is completely out of character, I'm so gay. There are only 2 sentences about him that I had to follow and he ended up the complete opposite. And Gilbert is such a bully :D but that's why we love him.

Anyway, review or Holland will die!

I will kill him. And it will be your fault. All. Your. Fault.