D!C! Reader x Hetalia

Dying! Country! Reader x Hetalia

    You could feel it in your entire body. Your country, Veniciola, ((A/N: that's pronounced Ven-in-chee-o-la)) was wrought with civil war and disease, ripping it apart slowly. You could feel each battle and each death with your whole body. It hurt you tremendously, to the point where you could barely get up. However, you had a world meeting to go to today, and you couldn't miss it. You dragged yourself out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom. Sighing, you ran your fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
    You were not prepared for what happened next. You looked at your hand, which was now full of (h/c) chunks of hair. Your (e/c) eyes widened and you tugged at your hair, which continued to fall out, handful by handful. A scream nearly escaped your lips as you stared at the mass of your hair now sitting in your sink. But what could you do?? There was no way you could miss the meeting!!
    You managed to style your hair in a manner that didn't look like it was falling out of your head. That was only the beginning of your troubles that morning. Disturbing as it seemed, one of your fingers went completely numb and nearly fell off. You barely had time to catch it. You had to choke back a sob.
    Your time was coming soon. You couldn't last much longer, but you still had to go to the meeting. You needed to at least say goodbye to all of the countries you had befriended while you had your time here. After binding up your hands and various parts of your body to ensure they wouldn't fall off, you made your way to the meeting.
    It wasn't too far, but every step was agony to you. Your already shaky limbs were trembling by the time you made it to the meeting room and sat down. Hopefully, no one would notice your trembling silence.
    The meeting seemed to be longer than normal, but for once was running smoothly. You didn't even hear most of what was being said, due to trying not to pass out. Suddenly, you stood, knowing your time was growing ever short, and you wouldn't last much longer.
    "Veniciola, please sit down, it's not your turn to speak during zhe meeting," Germany said, rubbing his temples. You shook your head.
    "I-I have to speak about this now... I-I apolog-gize for interrupting...," you mumbled, your voice shaking worse than your limbs, before looking up at all the countries. "I-I just wanted to let all of you know... T-that the country of Veniciola, is g-glad to have done business with a-all of you.... A-and, that by the n-next meeting...." You swallowed, trying to figure out how to word the next bit. Your limbs were shaking harder than ever as you tried to stay standing.
    "V-Veniciola will no longer be a country...." Dead silence followed your statement, and you tried to keep breathing against the pain. Many of the countries were looking at you in confusion or in shock. You laughed sadly, more of a breathy rasp, really.
    "I-I'm dying.... M-my country has been r-ravaged by war and d-disease.... A-and I fear that t-today is my last...," you said, barely above hearable volume. Still, silence ensued. You felt as though your body was already decaying. You ran out of the room on your shaky legs, hiding in a nearby closet and closing yourself in.
    You looked at your hands as you slid down the wall. The both of them had started to disintegrate into a sort of ash. Tears rolled down your face as you watched the ash pile up on the floor. This was the end. Your people were all dead or dying, and you were dying too.
    'This is it... I'm really dying... And I could barely tell them all goodbye...,' you thought sadly. Your pain was mounting higher and higher and it became harder to focus on anything. You finally closed your eyes, and let yourself slip from this world.



    Suddenly, you could feel again. You opened your eyes to find yourself sitting under a tree, golden sunshine pouring warmth through the leaves and onto your face. You hastily stood up and looked around.
    Somehow, you were back in Veniciola, with everyone milling about happily, chatting and playing. You smiled wide, then realized that it seemed as though time had reversed. You stood in the old version of Veniciola, as it had been when you were still a young country.
    You remembered this day quite well. As you strolled through the streets, you actually saw the young you skipping down the street, almost without a care in the world. You decided to follow your young self, and explore memory lane. Today was the day you first met Germany, though you didn't know that at the time. You smiled softly as you watched the memories play, showing various meetings with more countries, who became close friends.
    You could tell that the memories were about to end soon, however, because it went back to the moments where you were in agony. The last day you had, was the most painful to watch of all. You had seen your body slowly deteriorating from what your country went through, and it hurt you to remember those days.
    While you had been exploring your memory, you noticed that you could actually see things outside of the actual memories, like the environment, and other people. It was odd, but you wouldn't question it. When the memories of your final minutes came, you noticed that the countries were looking at you with concern, even when you stood.
    The moment you left, confusion erupted. Why had you left if you were dying? That was the one question on everyone's lips. Germany swiftly brought this to a halt, and ordered a search for you, even taking part in it himself. You knew that it was too late, however, as your body had already begun to crumble.
    You followed the main search party, consisting of the Axis, who searched the nearby area. Italy was the first to find you, and when he saw the pile of ash in place of where you were, coating your (2nd f/c) uniform, he wept loudly. And that sound alone, broke your heart. You had heard Italy cry before, but this was true, unmasked anguish in his tears, not just his wimpy side showing.
    What hurt even more, was seeing all the other countries come running, and joining in the weeping. Not one person had dry eyes, and no one cared who saw. All of them simply mourned the passing of one of their own. It touched you, in a way.
    They resumed their meeting, but instead of world issues, they instead talked about various ways to pay respects to you. Both of the Italy twins decided to dedicate a small, yet beautiful town to you, in your country's name. Various other ideas were thrown out, and the more they spoke, the more love you felt.
    It didn't matter that you had passed on. Your friends still cared for you and wanted you to be remembered. It gave you great peace to know, that even though they might not have been able to see you off, that they would remember you, and cherish your memory. And knowing that, you were able to rest peacefully.

         ~Fin~