It's not real, this isn't real. It couldn't be. Tears fell from his wide eyes as a crazy smile graced his lips. No, there had to be a mistake, "Heh Heh, th-this is a lie right? Right? Someone, agree, Tell me this is only a dream."

No one spoke, no one could, but the one who stood smiling happily in front of him. "Alfred, this is not a dream, da?" Russia said smiling. "Now we can rule the world together." he said advancing towards America walking over the dead bodies, broken and mutilated, that lay on the floor at his feet.

America winced at every crack, and every squelchin sound. This had to be a dream, this couldn't be real. "I-iggy, get up, s-stop p-playing around! M-mattie, come on d-don't scare me like this, b-bro? Bro? Please! Everyone! Get up!" he shook looking at the carnage around him.

A strangled whimper left him. Russia stopped in front of him, and touched him with a bloody hand, a huge smile on his face, "They won't get up anymore, but don't worry. We have eachother, and the world."

Alfred looked at him with sad, hateful eyes. Russia sighed, "So be it." he said softly, then brought his pipe down on Alfred.