I will tell you when to play the song.
The song is called 'Mad World' by Gary Jules.
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Belgium: growing over the phone
I don't what to hear excuses! There is a missing boy out there and --

Belgium: yelling into the phone
Don't makes threats with me! DO YOUR JOB!

Belgium slammed her phone shut and collapsed down onto the couch landing next to Antonio and Elizabeta. Feliciano was sitting on the other couch next to Romano who had his face buried into his hands and didn't say a word; he had been spending two days with Antonio since you had passed away, not a word muttered from his lips. No one has been able to find Orlando and Belarus was the first one they checked, due to her previously kidnaping him a while back; nothing. Your body was taken to a hospital where they agreed to store it and will be buried in just over a week; the details of how Feliciano walked in and saw Romano cradling your lifeless body covered in his tears while kneeling on the floor is a story for another day, disbelief doesn't even scrape the surface.

Belgium: sighing into her palm
Hasn't been spotted in neither North nor South America either.

Everyone looked over at Romano and silent fresh tears began to leak through his fingers that were covering his eyes. He has already endured so much, Abree's death, Noelia's death, killing you with one stupid slap and now his son thinks of him a cold hearted murderer; hiding who knows where or possibly already dead. It's surprising he hasn't cracked under all this tragedy and grief, or maybe he has already crack a long time ago; but no one bothered to notice.

Romano's fingers flinched and then he lifted up his dominant hand, tracing the vein on the wrist of his other hand with his index finger. Testing different pressures on it, making the vein pop at certain pressures; but the feeling of it wiggle around drew the final stick, something snapped inside of the Southern Italian. He threw himself off the couch and landed on his knees in the middle of both the couches, his hands buried in his hands as he wept in front of everyone in that room; a rare moment where Romano didn't fight his emotions, he was vulnerable to everyone's criticism now.

Romano: crying into his hands while mumbling in Spanish
Antonio, mi querido amigo! (Antonio, my dearest friend) No tengo nada por qué vivir más! (I have nothing to live for anymore) (Romano yanked his head up and looked his eyes on Antonio's) ¡MÁTAME! (Kill me!)

Antonio shot up and fell to his knees, pulling Romano into a hug, letting the distressed Italian to soak the Spaniard's back in salty confused tears. Everyone was quiet, they might not have understood what Romano was telling Antonio, but it was obvious that it was serious; Antonio wasn't his playful self, except painfully wordless.

Romano: tightening his grip around Antonio's neck
¡Hazlo! ¡Hazlo ahora! (Do it! Do it now!) Envuelva sus manos alrededor de mi cuello, me estrangulador! (Wrap your hands around my neck, choke me) simplemente obtener un cuchillo de su cocina! (Or grab a knife from your kitchen)
A la espera de que lo haga la tortura es suficiente! (Waiting for you to do it is torture enough)

Antonio: rubbing Romano's back
I can't do that to you, chica might have begged for mercy when she was dieing; that doesn't mean someone healthy like you can ask to put such a burden on someone who cares about you more than their self.

Tears built up in everyone's eyes, they now understand for what Romano was pleading for.

Romano: shoving Antonio away from himself
I a~have a~nothing now a! There is a~more a~than one a~way a~to skin a~cat a!

As soon as Romano climbed up to his feet he was soon tackled down by Elizabeta, who pinned him to the ground and growled at him. Belgium jumped to her side and helped her to restrain Romano, they both glared daggers at Romano, furious from what he just said.

Elizabeta: spitting at him
No way are you going to end your own life, Roma you have no idea what's on the line! IDIOT!

Belgium: hissing
Orlando is still out there! You have your country to live for! Friends! Family! Stop being such a selfish brat! There are greater things out there that you are ignoring that need you!

Elizabeta: gritting her teeth
Re-think the plan your grief constructed! There is SO much at risk!

Romano blankly glared at both the nations; was his misery just only blurring the big picture, does life really still go on?
Losing everything doesn't always mean you've lost, 'everything'.

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(Play the song now)

Orlando was cornered up against a cave wall, except the snow and wind continued to blow in, making his wimpy campfire slowly extinguish. The small boy rubbed his hands together and wrapped them around himself, watched his breath leave his frozen lips; he has no idea of which country he was now in. Orlando peered down at his fingertips which were red raw from the serve frozen climate. He began to sob, the truth was just too much, watching his own mother die, in the hands of his own father; the man he always admired and loved, is nothing more than a cold blooded killer. A voice echoed through the cave, catching Orlando off guard, it was hard for him to identify the mysterious voice.

"I know a story about a nation who feel in love with a human girl, they both met on accident; it's funny how hitting an ordinary person with a car can have such a 'big impact'. The girl had a major impact on the globe; she was desired by all, only to pick her true love that was the personification of her father's nationality. Then they had a child, a little boy who was born in a country they never planned to birth him in, but it was clearly destiny; for he too is a nation personification. He was admired as much as his mother, again someone who was greatly desired by all, except all he desired was a sibling. After many years of waiting he was delivered one, only for her to be weak and soon to be claimed by the grim reaper himself. Then he lost a friend, taking her life on a bridge, in front of the vulnerable boy. Of course tragedy had to strike again, now taking away the 'one' many years ago the world was ready to kill for; but from the hands of her lover, not everything is how it appears. The boy ran away and no one knows where he is, causing fear on everyone; tell me why he doesn't want to go back and save them from this horrid disaster. Some people tend to act out when their head is clouded with stress, making it impossible to think straight. Does this boy know what he is doing to others right now?"

A figure slowly walked towards Orlando, making it difficult to identify who it's was, but he wasn't afraid; a stranger wouldn't know that about him. There stood Ivan, wielding a metal pipe in his grasp and he leaned up against the cave wall, sliding down it to be seated beside Orlando.

Ivan: pulling Orlando into a hug
You have no idea how worried I was about you.

He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy, slightly stiffened from the cold.

Ivan: looking Orlando in they eyes as he buttoned up the coat
Can't let my precious sunflower welt, da?
Will you go back now?

Orlando was silent, braking his eye contact with Ivan and staring at his dieing campfire; he wasn't sure of what his next move was. Ivan looked down at a pile of snow and slowly pushed the snow aside, revealing a small blue flower attempting to bloom while fighting the cold; the flower and Orlando are both battling a similar war right now.

Ivan: putting his hand on Orlando's shoulder
You can't bring back the dead, you can only join them.

Orlando's eyes widened, he pivoted his head around laying his green hazel eyes Ivan; he was right, nothing can be done, other than to act foolishly. Tears began to pour from his weak eyes and he clung onto Ivan, seeking comfort and sharing a special moment that only they both can ever understand truly. The answer was finally clear.

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See ya in the next chapter XD

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly