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.
