Writer: I dunno where I got the inspiration of this story came from while typing this xD. I dunno if I'm going to continue this.

Note 3/20/14: I know you noticed that something new is up, right? I have a new beta-reader now :D.

Thank you DespairinglyLuckyYou! :D. I'll wait for you to keep editing about my chapter 2! :D.

Wow, this is like, my 3rd beta-reader, which is true. Thank you Living. Like. A. Boss for editing my chapters. You really worked fast 0_0. 11/23/14.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine~

Summary:In parallel universe, America's England died in American revolution. America swore to have England back no matter what. In the real universe, England have a terrible feeling coming towards him...a terrible feeling that he don't know.

DarkUSxUk and USUK.

Chapter 1: I'll bring you back...even if you're in a different world.

Raindrops pattered down heavily, hitting the many corpses littering the ground, dripping into the surrounding pools of blood. In the center of all the chaos, a blond teenager knelt on the soiled muddy ground and gently lifted his ex-caretaker's blond head, staring at the blood dripping from the hole in his former caretaker's forehead. Many British and American soldiers were lying on the ground, dead. Only the few American soldiers that were alive stood behind the blond teenager.

The boy could only cry silently, tears falling down his cheeks, to his chin, and finally hitting the deceased body. The other blond, despite the oddly serene look on his face, wasn't breathing. The teenager just cried silently, his tears joining with the rain. All of the American soldiers stared at him sympathetically.

"England...I'm sorry...please...wake up," he pleaded. His eyes were covered by his bangs as he shook the other blond gently in an attempt to wake him up.

"England...Please...I'm sorry...I'm sorry," he said tearfully. Suddenly, he hugged the dead nation as he cried, filled with sorrow and despair.

"England! England!"

A few hours ago...

"Hey, England," said the blond teenager, with Nantucket sticking up on his bangs, above his blue eyes. He was pointing his musket at the other blond, who had messy blond hair, emerald eyes, and two huge bushy eyebrows. The two of them were looking at each other with serious expressions on their faces.

"I want freedom after all. I'm not a child anymore, nor your little brother. Now, I am seceding from you," the teenager declared bravely. He looked serious while the other looked shocked; it was like he didn't believe that he was losing to his former charge. England knew that, in reality, he was already losing this war. Suddenly, England charged at the teenager and hit him with his bayonet. Fortunately for the younger blond, he blocked it with his musket, but he accidentally dropped his weapon. Now, the other pointed his musket at his former charge.

"Your incompetence is outstanding, you twat," said England. The blond teenager never showed him his fear, and only looked at him bravely. The American General ordered his soldiers to get ready, and they aimed, ready to shoot at the Brit. But, if he did give the order to fire, they never did. The blond teenager stared at the bayonet. Without warning, however, the Brit simply lowered his weapon. The American boy gave the Brit a look of curiosity.

"There's no way I can fire...Fool..." England said sadly, dropping his weapon onto the muddy ground.

~Someone's POV~

Neither the British or American soldiers noticed that someone was planning to kill the Island nation. He pointed his musket towards the Brit's forehead while the two nations were busy conversing. He was about 91 meters away from them. The mysterious person was camouflaged, pretending to be a dead American soldier. Luckily for him, no one ever noticed that he had only faked being dead.

'I'm sorry, England' thought the mysterious man sorrowfully as he finally pulled the trigger.

~Someone's POV ends~

Time was passing slowly for the both of them. A loud bang erupted suddenly, and the American teenager looked at his former brother and caretaker in horror, only to see him looking back in surprise.

"Ame...ri…ca..." England whispered. He had realized that he'd been shot, and he knew it was another nation because he could sense that they were not the only two there. If America concentrated harder, he would also realize that they're not the only ones in the area. The only thing England could do was... He smiled at America, because that's the only thing he could do before he died.

'Thank you for...coming in my life...America.' That was the only thought inside his mind as he dropped down onto the muddy ground, dying with a smile. Everyone was shocked, and nobody moved. Suddenly, America slowly walked forward, and knelt next to the body, gently lifting England's head with his arms and slightly hugged him. He didn't care that he now had blood on his military clothes. His mind was slowly processing the horrible event. The rain suddenly started to pour harder; it was as if the rain was crying in sorrow, and the thunder sounded like anguished cries.

~Flashback ends~

America cried, hugging his former brother and caretaker to his chest. The rain joined his tears.

And that's how the American Revolution ended.

Centuries later...

America's heart had been broken because of England's death. He sat on the golden throne like a king. America never discovered who killed England. He used to think that there would wake up one day and tell him that he was okay. Unfortunately, that didn't ever happen. He knew that if one of his people had killed the nation, the nation would be dead for several days, and then the nation would suddenly revive. If the nation were to kill his/her fellow nation, he/she would die like England. He also knew that some centuries later, the new personification of England would be born. And that's why he killed them. Yes. He killed them. America had killed the new incarnation of England three times already. America wouldn't allow a new personification of England because he wanted his England to be the only one. If there were to be a replacement, he would kill them without mercy.

Now, America only brought war and destroyed justice. If one resisted, he would kill or punish them. Back in his childhood days, he wanted to be a Hero and for England to be his sidekick. Now, however, he had turned into a villain, turning all the nations into his slaves and controlling them. He always participated in war and destroyed his opponent's courage and justice. Now, half of the nations were already under his control. All the nations would feel his pain when he tormented them; he didn't want to be the only one to feel miserable. He wanted the entire world to feel the same pain as him.

America looked at the shiny floor, and thought about how miserable his life was without England. He didn't want to find or even kill the murderer, because if he did so, he would still feel unsatisfied withouthis England. Back in his teenager days, in the American Revolution, he wanted freedom and to be equal to England. He adored England way back in his colony days. If England still thought of him as his brother, he would rebel. The revolution started because of this. His goal from the start was to become a powerful nation and be the Hero he always wanted to be, and then save England, who was his damsel in distress or heroine. Whichever. Now, he turned into a villain because his life was meaningless without England. He continued to live without loving anyone. He was only able to survive by remembering his memories from long ago. However, there was one thing he believed in, and it was the only reason he still had hope. It was his plan to take England away from another world and for them to live together forever and ever. Whenever he thought about it, his face would spread into his not-often-seen real smile. It truly was a great idea of his. No matter what kind of obstacles he had to face, he knew he would have what he desired in the end.

"I'll bring you back...even if you're from a different world."

TBC

Writer: I better go to sleep now~ I've Chinese Periodic exam tomorrow xD. It's 12 a.m around here, and I wanted my beauty sleep. I'm updating all my stories when I want to. Unfortunately, I'm very busy. I create this story because I feel like it xD. I guess this is one of my plot bunnies TAT.

Q: Do you know who England's murderer is?

A: You'll know who he is in the future chapters. And of course I know who it is because I'm the one who thinks this story. Of course, some of the lines I got is from the Hetalia American Revolution.

Q:Why did you not describe England's murderer very well?

A: I wanted to describe him less because I think less description sounds totally mysterious +_+. Besides, I wanted to give you some little information bit by bit in future chapters.

Note: Lots reviews means faster update! (next next week will be my break in my school) And I don't know if you like my story. If there's less review, I'll go update really slowly...And no, this is not a threat. (I've predict no one will review in this story anyway :3)