All I can feel is pain.

My vision is fading in and out. Black spots seem to appear and my head pounds…pounds like it never has before. I've never felt so restrained before. It's quite an annoyance.

I'm Russia. I don't have time for these human inconveniences. I'm not supposed to be restricted by petty ailments.

It's not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to die.

I'm a nation. I'm vast and powerful. Immortal. Invincible.

But, I guess sometimes, that's just not enough.

Because here in this mansion, I'm not a nation. I'm neither vast nor powerful. Not immortal. Not invincible.

I'm human.

A frail, sickly, weak human infected with pain. So much pain.

A lonely human.

Here I am, in a position I never thought that I'd be in.

A position of surrender.

My back against the harsh cold floor, my limbs bruised and broken, my breathing labored, and the blood…so much blood.

It's a bitter reminder of my frailty and mortality.

Never did I think that I'd fall here, with the rest of them.

Never did I think that I'd be lying in defeat with France and China, our blood pooling and mixing together, streaming over the floor almost tenderly.

It's almost as if I'm not alone.

As a nation, I was alone.

Everyone cowered under my stare. Everyone approached me with hesitation and fear.

I had allies, workers, cooperators; but, I had no friends.

It's quite inconvenient that I am given the illusion that I'm not alone right at the very end.

What happens when a nation dies?

Where will I go?

In the other life, will I be treated just like the rest of them? A human?

Will I pay for all of my sins? Will I be forced to endure this pain for the rest of eternity?

Or will I just fade away?

Will there be nothing left of me but a long forgotten memory? A hazy illusion?

Will my body decompose here with everyone else's? Will is rot away until it turns to nothing but dust?

For once in my life, I will let myself pray.

Pray to whom? I do not know.

All of my knowledge has been stripped away. Everything I believe in has been torn apart and smeared along with my blood on the walls of this cursed mansion.

But I will still pray.

I will pray for the safety of Italy. It's quite funny how being on the threshold of death's door can alter your range of thoughts.

Never would I have thought that I would work with everyone else to protect the young nation. But alas, I have.

And I am here now.

Italy better make it out of here alive.

I pray that our efforts will not be in vain.

I pray that..that I won't be alone anymore.

"…China?" I choke out. My throat burns and I can barely see anymore. Everything is distorted, pulsating against my ears. My limbs are becoming numb.

With a grim understanding, I realize that I will not hear an answer from him.

I know I won't hear anything from the two lifeless nations beside me.

I don't feel anything.

And…

How annoying…I can't…seem…to…breathe…right…

And…I'm just…so tired.

And alone.

I let out a broken sigh, despite my protesting chest.

I smile grimly in despite of myself.

I knew that it would come to this.

"Even in this place…I'm all alone yet again…"

I can't see.

There's nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Am I even breathing anymore?

What is…my name again? W-Where…am I?

I…I….

I know one thing for sure…

I must go now.

So I do.