AN: So, this is a really short drabble for HetaOni. This picture (http:/ .t /tumblr_ljaiv vZ8Bb1q h4f44o1_5 00 .gif) served as the inspiration. Removing the spaces will allow the link to work. xD Anyways, hope everyone enjoys this.

America watched Italy leave, feeling almost relieved. The Italian would be alright; he knew that. A small smile tugged at the corners of the American's lips at the thought. Turning back to the beds, he let out a low cry as his knees gave out underneath him and he hit the floor with a loud thud.

It didn't seem like he was going to last much longer, America thought bitterly as he pressed a hand against the wound on his stomach.

I want to stay with them. Until my last moment. Because they're both very important to me.

"Hey guys," America sighed, crawling between Canada and England. Turning to his brother, he took the Canadian's limp hand in his own and squeezed it tightly. "You're covered in blood, dude," the American whispered as he noticed the Canadian's blood-soaked parka. A sad smile played on his lips as he squeezed Canada's hand again. "Thanks… thanks f'everything dude."

Turning to his left, the blonde fumbled for England's hand, grasping it tightly when he finally located it. The Briton was still warm, America noticed tiredly. He leaned against the bed as a wave of dizziness passed over him. How…bright everything seemed right now.

"Hey Iggy," America murmured, realizing with a hint of dread that it was becoming increasingly more difficult to speak. "S'lot wish I could tell you." He brought the slowly cooling hand to his lips, breathing in the Briton's scent. "No regrets though, right?" He kissed England's hand again shifted so he was leaning almost completely against the bed. His vision was starting to go gray around the edges. Probably not a good sign, the American thought tiredly.

He glanced down, squinting through quickly blurring vision to see the blood that now soaked through the front of his shirt. Hopefully Italy hadn't seen that.

"He'll be 'kay, right?" the American mumbled, resting his head against his arm as he squeezed Canada's and England's hands for reassurance and allowed his eyes to slowly close.