The nations were all clapping moments later along with all the bar patrons as America and Tex grinned cheekily. Then Tex whispered something in America's ear and he nodded.

America cleared he throat loudly and spoke into the mic.

"Glad you enjoyed that number but I have another song for a special person here tonight. I hope this song makes up for everything. And maybe I can finally say sorry."

He said softly as Tex tossed him a guitar and he began to play just as well as on his violin.

" Back when I was a child

Before life removed all the innocence

My father would lift me high

And dance with my brother and me and then

Spin me around 'til I fell asleep

Then up the stairs he would carry me

And I knew for sure I was loved."

America sang softly into the microphone and the whole bar was silent as most of the nations looked at the Brit who was bending his head low and was shaking in his seat, fists white knuckled and clenched.

" If I could get another chance

Another walk, another dance with him

I'd play a song that would never ever end

How I'd love, love, love,

to dance with my father again

When I and my brother would disagree

To get our ways we would run up to him

He'd make me laugh just to comfort me

And finally make us do what he said

Later that night when I was asleep

He left a dollar under my sheet

Never dreamed that he would be gone from me."

America was crying now, and it was oblivious he was looking at the shaking Brit in the chair. Many of the nations and bar patrons were crying now. America's voice was so heart wrenchingly full of guilt, sadness and grief that they couldn't help it.

" If I could steal one final glance

One final step, one final dance with him

I'd play a song that would never ever end

'Cause I'd love, love, love, love

to dance with my father again!

Sometimes I'd listen outside his door

And I'd hear how my brother cried for him

I pray for him even more than me

I pray for him even more than me

I know, I'm praying for much too much

But could You send home the only man we loved

I know You don't do it usually

But dear Lord we're dying to dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

I know You don't do it usually

But dear Lord we're dying to dance with my father again!"

America kept playing his guitar for a few moments as a small shaking British man was pushed on stage by a Frenchmen and a Spaniard. Said British man lifted his head to show a face that was pouring down tears.

"You stupid bloody git! I forgave you long ago!"

He yelled as he forcefully pulled the American into a hug, and America hugged his father again.