HetaOni: Reunited In Death

Pain racks my body as I slide down to the floor, my legs losing their ability to hold my weight. I press a hand to my ragged side, a side that's almost nothing but shreds of skin.
I can hear Italy crying, and even though my vision is darkening, I can see the tears that are falling from his eyes.
Please, don't cry, Italy. Everything will be alright. I will be fine. Just run along now, Italy. Please. Stay here any longer, and that monster is sure to come again.
Prussia, please, take him away from here. Take care of him. He's fast, but he's not strong. If that monster catches him, he has no chance. Please, my Bad Friend, take care of him.
Your voices are all fading now. I can feel death reaching for me, welcoming me with open arms.
I have lived so long. We all have; we're nations, our lifespan indefinite. Can we die? Apparently, yes, judging from how I know that my time in this world is about to come to an end.
And I am ok with that. We made a new breach at least; the others can escape. I can die knowing my death wasn't a waste.
If only China and Russia wouldn't be joining me so soon as well… I saw their wounds. If they survived, I'd consider it a medical miracle.
"France. France, wake up now."
That voice… That beautiful voice… It couldn't be…
I slowly open my eyes, the lack of pain at even that simple action signaling to me that I truly have moved on. And if that wasn't enough proof, then the figure before me confirms that fact with all certainty.
Even in death, she is as lovely as she was in life. She kneels before me, patiently waiting for the nation she cared so much about, the nation she fought so hard to protect, to finally rejoin her in the next world.
How strange it is, seeing her like this once more. She is no longer illuminated by flames, no longer a pile of ash scattered to the river. She is completely restored, skin no longer blackened and burned.
"Jeanne…"
Jeanne, my Jeanne, smiles softly. Her hand reaches out for my own, waiting patiently for me to depart with her.
And I am ready. I reach out and grasp her finger, allowing her to pull my spirit from my body. Standing beside her once more, I lace my fingers with hers. Despite my readiness, I still turn around, taking one last look at the corpse I'm leaving behind.
The crimson tide from my side has stopped, my heart no longer pumping the blood to keep it going. Hair clings to my blood-stained face and my eyes are closed, never to open again.
Jeanne squeezes my hand and I tear my gaze away, focusing instead on her. Smiling softly, I finally do something I have waited centuries to do. I lean forward, pressing my ghostly lips against her own.
Finally, my beloved Jeanne, we are together again.
In death, we are united once more.