So this isn't going to help with the whole 'I don't like my Username, I'm not like that anymore', but I was inspired. Anyways ignore my username, remember me as Florida. And everything won't implode...yet.

England: Why the bloody hell are we here for!

America: For my Pool Party duh!

Florida: uhm, gomen...lo siento.

England: what's wrong?

America: -confused- What did you say?

England: she said sorry.

America: -more confused- For what?

Florida: Eto, for this story. I really love you Dad I was just inspired! I would never hope this would happen to you or Pops!

America: -reads story- ! WHAT!

Florida: -covers mouth- Don't spoil it! I don't on any of the Hetalia characters or the song called Gorey Demise!

England: This doesn't sound fun.

America: Florida you are groun-

A is for America…

Today was going to be perfect!

America had everything ready, he had the burgers grilled, the pool cleaned, he even wore decent clothing, this pool party was going to be the best ever!

Ding Dong

And that would be his first guest.

"I'm coming!" Shouted Alfred, he jumped through the patio doors and straight to the front door, slamming it open and staring down at his guest, England.

"Welcome Iggy~!" America wrapped his arm around Iggy's shoulders leading him inside. It wasn't a surprise that the Brit would be the first guest, he always made sure to arrive early or right on time to any meeting (except America's birthday parties…).

"My names not Iggy, its England," he said, shrugging America's arm off him. He could still feel the heat lingering there, Arthur blushed a little.

"Burgers are out back, did you bring your bathing suit?" Alfred was already leading Arthur out through the kitchen towards the backyard; he couldn't wait to show off his cool, new pool.

"Lovely," Arthur rolled his eyes before scoffing, "of course I brought it, it is a pool party, is it not?"

"Wasn't sure, you're a bit of a prude yanoo." America started to laugh, shoulders shaking slightly causing the small apron (reading Kiss the Cook) to bounce up revealing his American swim trunks. 'If America was going to play that way,' England thought as he noticed how close Alfred was to the edge of the pool, 'then I can play dirty as well.' And with that thought England strode up to America, who was still laughing, and pushed -with all his anger- him into the pool.

America landed with a loud splash, England's face swirled up by the water, before pain erupted from the backside of his head. It grew within seconds making him gasp for air and making him terribly dizzy. He needed air now!

It didn't help that his vision was fading.

Or that he was in the deep end.

His ten feet deep, deep end.

…How much did he weigh? It was like he was rocks. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten those five or six hamburgers a day…

He could feel his body slow down, the light above him dimming more and more as more water filled his lungs. He could still faintly here the sound of England's voice far above him, it sounded…worried? He couldn't tell. A feeling of regret filled him. If he knew this was going to be it he would have kissed England senseless, called off the pool party, better yet – never installed the pool. Far above a very distant sound –almost like a splash- echoed, yet as quick as it came it vanished.

Pools of memories filled in instead, times of the Cold War, 2010, Great Depression, WW2. Even images from the Independence War filtered through. Everything that he saw, touched, tasted, was rushing through his mind until resting on one single image. It was like a digital photo, stilled and very detailed, and it was beautiful. Back during the Colonial times, when England was his big brother.

It was evening, England had decided to take America on a picnic, letting little America choose the location.

"Right here!" He announced, the child looked back at his mentor with a bright grin and shining eyes – obviously looking for praise.

That spot he picked was underneath the shade of a large Oak, on top of a lush green hill that overlooked a small lake. All around was only the forest, the town they came from having not used its lumber yet.

"It's beautiful," England murmured, his breath taken away. He looked down at the giggling child, "You've out down yourself love." Walking over with the basket, he sat down on the grass and started taking the food out.

After eating dinner (if you could call it that), America decided to go swimming while England supervised. Afterwards, when Alfred got tired, he hoped out and ran over to England (who was sitting rather comfortably against the trunk) plopping in his lap.

"Blimey! America you're soaked!" Admitting a (dignified and manly) squeak, England stared down at the dripping culprit who happen to be looking..at him…with those bloody puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry," His lower lip was trembling, as those puppy eyes threatened to spill unshed tears, "I just was cold and I wanted to sit with you."

Sometimes Arthur wondered if the kid did this purposefully.

"It's alright." He wrapped his arms around the child's waist pulling him close, true to word the kid was cold. As the sunset was at its peak, a tiny, unsure voice broke the silence.

"Arthur?"

"Hm, yes love?" He tightened his hold around the boy a little more, rubbing his shoulder in effort to make him warm.

"Will always be together right?" Curious, scared azure eyes looked up at his emerald ones, "Because I like being with you and it would make me really sad if we were apart and I-" Alfred was quickly stopped when he felt his body being turned around.

Before he knew it, England was hugging him before kissing the top of his head, muttering words like 'love' and 'never' and 'it's okay'.

"I'll make sure we never separate, I love being around you too." His smile was big and bright, eyes were gleaming beautifully with emerald and hints of yellow shined within, his hair's outline was lit by the sun creating a halo that only angels seemed to have.

'He looks just like an angel, my guardian angel.'

And then everything turned black.

…who drowned in a pool.