America's POV:

"I-It hurts!" Alaska sobbed, clutching my shirt tightly as he buried his face in my chest, his body shaking with sobs. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I clutched Alaska tightly. Doctors tried to pull me away from him, but I refused to be moved. They warned me, told me to leave. But I didn't listen. Alaska's breathing began to shallow, and his grip on me loosened.

"Viktor, stay with me! Don't close your eyes!" I said desperately, shaking Alaska in an attempt to keep him concious.

"I-I can't. It hurts to stay awake. I want it to go away," Alaska said softly, the color beginning to drain from his face. Waves of pain crashed down on me as the small state laid dying, but I gritted my teeth and continued to shake Alaska. The pain intensified and I began to sob uncontrolably.

"Viktor. Viktor!" I screamed. Alaska looked up at me with a tear stained face, smiling weakly at me. The moniter beside his bed showed that his heartbeat was decreasing. Bum...Bum....Bum.....Bum......Bum.

"I love you, Alfred," Alaska said weakly, his eyes beginning to flutter closed. His tiny body fell limp in my arms and a loud beep sounded from the moniter. The once active line was straight and unmoving. I stared at Alaska's dead body in my arms. The pain in my own body died away until there was nothing left. Alaska was gone. I sat there in the hospital bed, clutching him tightly to my chest. I rocked back and forth. My eyes were wide and unblinking, shock replacing my fear. Alaska was really gone.

"Alfred. Alfred, we have to go. The doctors are coming to get him soon," England said quietly, entering the room and putting a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head.

"Why? He's just sleeping. He'll wake up soon. I want to be here when he wakes up," I said softly, lying to myself in order to ease the pain of loss. England had told me that it hurt to lose those you loved. He never told me just how much.

"Alfred. Please," England whispered. He turned to look at him. His green eyes were filled with tears as he looked down at me, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Two nurses came in with a stretcher, their masks and gloves intact. The larger one of the two gently tried to pry Alaska out of my arms.

"N-no St-stay away!" I stammered, clutching Alaska tighter. The nurse used more force until he finally pried Alaska out of my arms. I put my head in my hands, sobbing as Alaska was carried away. England sat next to me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me and crying softly onto my shoulder.

"He's gone! I-I can't believe he's gone!" I sobbed, burying my face in England's chest. England swallowed and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He tried again.

"It's okay, Alfred. W-we need to keep our heads held high. V-Viktor wouldn't have wanted us to be upse-"

"Viktor isn't here now! He's gone, and it's...it's my fault." My voice cracked and I pulled away from England. Pulling my coat back on, I stormed out of the hospital room. Tears streamed down my face as I burst out of the hospital doors. The rain was pouring down, drenching me within minutes. I screamed at the sky in frustration and grief, my body shaking with sobs.

Squeezing my eyes shut, images of Canada, Russia, and Syria attacking Alaska and I forced their way into my mind. Anger replaced my grief and I clenched my fists tightly to my sides. I made a silent promise to myself that night.

They were all going to pay, and nothing would stop me.