America turned over in his bed as he fell into a coughing fit. The other members of the g8 and china were gathered around his bed for what would be his last hour in his current body. Canada grasped his hand like it was a lifeline, fearing that his time was over. England had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying. The man he raised lay dying before his eyes and there was nothing he could do. France was muttering to himself "Poor Amérique. Poor Amérique." Italy was sobbing in the corner with Germany trying to comfort Italy, but to no anvil. Japan laid a wet cloth across his head hoping to lower his fever, while China rushed to get him a glass of ice water. Russia was just standing at his bedside; staring at the man he called Comrade. They all knew what was happening, but none could prevent it from happening.

"Iggy, Canadia? Please don't cry. I'm the hero, so that means that I have to come back and save the day. That's what they all do in the movies. They get the girl, beat the bad guy, and have a happy ending. So that's what I'll do. The sidekick and others will cry for the hero and he always comes back. Your hero might be gone for a few years but I'll be back to save the when your butts are getting by the bad guy." America managed to whisper between coughs.

England nodded and forced his mouth to smiles to reassure the dying nation. The small speech only made Canada began crying and Italy cry harder. Germany gave up on the crying Italian and walked over to America's bedside.

"I personally promise to take care of you before your memories are back. It will be just like old times before your independence." England immediately regretted bringing the old life he had when raising America.

"Canadia, I want to say that I'm sorry." America whispers.

"Please don't talk. It will only make this harder for me and for you," came the quiet reply with a squeeze of the hand.

"No, I was never a good brother to you. I would do whatever I wanted to. You would always get blamed and get the punishment for it."

"Angleterre, he's starting to go insane. It's like he thinks someone is holding his hand," France quietly whispered into England's ear. Who in turn, nodded.

"Iggy, please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you. How did you ever get such a stupid idea?"

"You always acted like you did. You would always yell ate, you would always call me a bloody git, and when I was a child, you never said that you loved me. Isn't that what you are supposed to say to your kid every day? You never said it even one time. I just wanted…. I just….. I just wanted….. to hear you…say it even…one time."

"America, don't leave me I need you... don't leave me…I don't want to be alone!" Canada screamed, actually raising his voice for once.

All the other nations looked at him. They were wondering who the man that just appeared next to America was.


It was raining as the coffin that contained the dead nation was lowered into the ground. Nations from all around the world showed up at the funeral for America.

When it was England's turn to speak, the speech he prepared seemed a bit lacking in his mind. "I had a speech prepared, but I have chose not to use it. Instead, I am going to say the words that my heart was telling me to say. America was a nation that always stood up for himself and no matter what I said to him, he did what he thought was right for his people. In America's last moments, he brought up his childhood, a thing he never wanted to talk about. He said 'I just wanted to be loved'. So, from a brother to a brother , I love you, but as brother, nothing more."

The nations that knew England, knew that the little speech was hard for him to say,

Welcome to 'All's Fair in Love and War'. This is my first story I have written on this site. It feel awesome to be in control of the story, and tell it what to do. So from Author to Reader, I hope you like It.