"Britain, no, you don't have to do this!" cried America. He had to shout over the roar of the flames that heated the room, licking up at the walls. "Please, just listen to me for once in your life-" "No!" Britain shoved his younger brother away from him, his green eyes blazing. "If I sacrifice myself, all of this will never exist! You and Canada, and everyone-you'll be safe! I must do this!" America grabbed his arm. "But you won't exist either," he said, tears in his bright blue eyes. "Please, Britain, I need you, we both need you...please don't leave me alone again...please" "America." Britain gave a small, sad smile and bushed the taller boy's bangs from his forehead. "It'll be okay." The tears began to drip down America's face. He ducked his head, not wanted Britain to see him crying. "If I can at least save you, one nation," said Britain softly. "It will be worth it." With a choked sob, America threw himself at Britain and wrapped his arms around him. Britain's eyes widened as he was suddenly smothered in a bear hug. The smell of old leather and meadow grass hit him, a scent so familiar he began to tear up to. He closed his eyes and let America hug him one last time. America finally pulled himself off of his older brother, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. "Farewell, America," Britain murmured, turning away. He faced the flames with his heart pounding in his chest. The heat warmed his face, blowing back his hair. "Run, America," he ordered, not even glancing back. America took a step back, staring at Britain with wide eyes. "I said run!" At Britain's growl the younger nation took off, leaving him alone. Britain swallowed, his eyes narrowing with a sudden surge of forced bravery. "DOUBLE O NINJA!" he shouted and jumped down into the fiery pit. The flames engulfed him, there was a bright flash, and then everything went black.