For the best

Indonesia was standing in front of his friend Myanmar. Tricolor with a white star looked at him with shock. There was a bloody spot on his cheek, and his hands were bloody. In front of him himself a body was lying. Myanmar just killed someone who Indonesia doesn't know. The Indonesian looked at the body, then he looked at Myanmar again. "Why did you do that?" Indonesia asked, still standing in shock. "I… sorry…" Myanmar answered, looking away with guilty eyes. Indonesia knew it was a genocide, but why? He didn't recognize his friend. But he felt bad. The blood, the traumatized look on Myanmar's face, it's all reminded Indonesia of mass murdering in 1965-1966. That was terrible and Indonesia couldn't find himself for ages, he always had nightmares, panic attacks. If there wouldn't be the Philippines and Malaysia… then this poor country could become insane. Now this past returned and Indonesia saw what it looked like from a side. But he didn't want to let his friend be like this. He turned around. "I… I should think" he started. "I don't want to see you like this. I… I'm leaving!" Indonesia started to go away, seeing a nightmare appearing again. Myanmar was shocked, he ran to the bicolor and grabbed his hand. "Wait! I'm sorry!" burmese shouted with fear. "I didn't want to scare you, I was trying to do what's better!" Indonesia looked at him with disappointment. "I don't believe any of it." he said and looked down. Tears started to fall from Myanmar's eyes. He said in panic: "I-Indo, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me!" Indonesia moved his hand. The blood remained on it. He looked at fourcolor again. He saw it… he saw this pain, horror and fear again. He put his hand on Myanmar's shoulder. "You know you're better than this" After these words Myanmar started to cry. Tears fell on the dark floor. "I'm sorry, Indo!" "You went insane. Everything traumatized you and you decided to make a genocide. But it's not the way! Deal with this like a normal country. I understand you, I was just like you and I almost went insane. Please, stop it." Indonesia spoke calmly. He didn't want his friend being scared or even worse. "I… I-I…" Myanmar couldn't say a word. He looked down. "It's for the best. Stop." Indonesia said more loudly and confidently. "I'll try… I'm sorry, Indo." "Well… It's not okay, but I'm ready to help you, Myan. Wash your hands, bury the body, and go to Phili and Malay. They'll help you, I know it. Just don't go insane." Myanmar suddenly hugged Indonesia. The red-white one was surprised, but then he hugged his friend back. It's bad that people go through cruel situations, but it's good to have to know this pain, so it'll be easier to help someone with the same problem.