A/N: This is a fanfic that was requested on G+ so I figured that I might as well publish it on here as well. Hope you enjoy. :3

Never Say Goodbye

America P.O.V

Year 2116, February 10

I can't believe it. I'm actually fading away...

"So it seems that they have succeeded. Who would have thought that a small group of people could actually destroy a world power like me."

I grab my phone from my pocket and go to my favorite contacts list. There I see a short list of the people I care for most.

The first one is England's but I put him under the name of 'Angelic Beauty 3' so of course he would be the first one I see.

I press call and listen to it ring.

'I hope he picks up. This will probably be the last chance I have to show him how much I love him.'

After the third ring I hear a very sleepy and extremely annoyed Brit.

"Bloody hell America do you know what time it is over here?"

I chuckled. England is always so grouchy in the morning.

"I know, sorry about that babe. I just really miss you and wanted to talk to you. Hope you're not mad."

"Of course I'm not mad. Now what did you want to talk about?"

I walked down the sidewalk towards the ocean where my old beach house was at. It held a special meaning to us. After all it is where I proposed and we had our wedding.

"Well I just arrived at the old beach house and I started remembering our wedding day. I thought we could reminisce a little bit while I'm here."

I heard England give a soft musical chuckle. "You always did like to reminisce even though you always tried to hide it."

I unlock the door and quietly walk in. I look around to see that the place is dusty since we only use it during the summer months.

"Yeah, hard to believe that it was so long ago."

"You know you really have matured since then. You even aged a little bit."

I can tell that he's smiling fondly just by his voice.

I suddenly start to feel tingly. I hold up my hand to see that it's starting to become transparent.

'I don't have much time left. Should I tell England what's happening? No, I want the last conversation I have with him to be happy and special.'

"Hey England, do you remember our song?" I ask as I walk onto the balcony and smile as the ocean breeze hits me.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Do you want to sing it together?"

"I don't see why not. I could play the guitar so that we could have some music to go with it." He offered sensing the mood.

"That would be perfect."

I here some shuffling before hearing him begin to play and we begin to sing:

'What you got if you ain't got love The kind that you just want to give away It's okay to open up Go ahead and let the light shine through I know it's hard on a rainy day You wanna shut the world out and just be left alone But don't run out on your faith'

I walk back inside and look at the photos on the wall. Most of them were of me and England.

'Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing Is just a grain of sand And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands And when you figure out love is all that matters after all It sure makes everything else seem so small'

I find a pen and paper and begin to write a letter to England so that he knows what happened to me.

'It's so easy to get lost inside A problem that seems so big at the time It's like a river that's so wide it swallows you whole While you're sitting around thinking about what you can't change And worrying about all the wrong things Time's flying by, moving so fast You better make it count 'cause you can't get it back'

As we sing I try to hold back the tears but a few managed to escape and land onto the paper.

'Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing Is just a grain of sand And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands Oh, and when you figure out love is all that matters after all It sure makes everything else seem So small, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah'

I take off my favorite bomber jacket and wedding ring so that they don't disappear along with me. I lay them down on the desk along with the letter.

'Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing Is just a grain of sand And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands And then you figure out love is all that matters after all It sure makes everything else Oh, it sure makes everything else seem So small'

I stand in the middle of the room and take one last look around with a sad smile.

'Yeah, yeah'

I knew that at this point I only had a few seconds before I disappeared.

"I love you England."

"I love you to America."

I smile and hung up before he could say anything else and let my cell phone drop to the floor.

I looked the photo of us on our wedding day. As happy as we could ever be. I touched it fondly as I finally disappeared.

The Letter:

Dear Arthur,

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you what was happening to me. Especially since our 100th year anniversary is just 4 days away. I didn't have the heart to end it like that. Please understand that I wanted the last time I talked to you be special and full of love. I left you my precious bomber jacket along with my wedding ring so that you have something personal to remember me by. I know that you will take good care of them. I also apologize for hanging up on you so abruptly. I didn't want the last thing we said to each other to be goodbye. Because it isn't going to be goodbye for us. It's just a temporary separation. I'll wait for the day that you and I will reunite.

Until then live life to the fullest. Experience life for me. Be there for the people I care about since I can't do it myself. And most importantly know that I'll be watching over you. So if you feel the need to talk to me then go ahead because I'll be listening. I'm afraid that I have to go because I don't have much time. I love you with all my heart and soul. And remember, never say goodbye.

Sincerely Alfred F. Jones

A/N: So what did you think? This was my first time writing a sad USUK fanfic. Please review and let me know. The song I used is So Small by Carrie Underwood. It's one of my favorites and I felt that it fit this fanfic.

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