I never truly thought it would finally come down to this. Of all things, this. She was taken over by Austria, and I Germany. Why did we have to fight? Was their a quarrel to settle? Hell if I know.

Though there she was, standing across the battlefield, Lava on her shoulder still. She held a sword, like I did, which was glinting in the dark night. Her short hair flowed elegantly in the wind, and her eyes were red. Even so, I wouldn't have guessed this figure to be my best friend.

My hair was down, my body was shaking. I could take her on, I knew I could. I'm much  stronger. There's no was she could beat me. There would never be anyway. Still, I found myself cowering in fear over it. What if I messed up? What if I hit her? What if she hit me? It was all flooding into my mind.

We've been standing three meters apart from each other for three minutes. Each of us waiting for the other to make the first move. I would never move first, so she is going to have to do it or stand their for all eternity. Trust me. I can wait.

The slight twitching in her hands and the muscles of her leg tensing told me she was about to move. I attempted to brace myself. I really couldn't though. If I died on her behalf I couldn't forgive myself. Hopefully she couldn't forgive herself either. As the space between us was closed by her running, I found myself frozen. In a trance almost. I couldn't move as her sword ran right through me, red blood pouring out of my stomach. Still, I couldn't move.

I stared blankly into those chocolate colored eyes and smiled. I was not defeated, only hurt. We countries heal well anyway. She pulled her sword out of me and prepared for another jab. I was about to openly welcome it when a voice came into my head telling me to run.

I listened to it.

Sprinting as fast as you possibly can with an open wound, I ran into the forest of my country. Far away from where she could get to me. She's not that fast anyway. My heart hurt, my stomach hurt, my head hurt. But I was far away.

She loves me doesn't she?

I mean, I don't see a reason for her to hate me right?

Blood spewed from the corners of my mouth, but I smiled anyway, the feeling in my gut telling me she would never hurt me. It was an act.

I heard footsteps crushing leaves, running to me almost as fast as I ran from her. From behind my tree I put my hand out, clothes lining her neck.

Sighing, I looked down. I knocked her down. She looks hurt too. Lava is no where to be seen, probably couldn't keep up with the speeds she was going at. She still looked at me and grinned, as I placed my foot on her stomach to hold her down.

"S-sorry Robin." I said slowly, my breath hitching with each and ever syllable.

"You're fine Andrea...." She laughed. "You're fine."