Hey there, Fang here! Well, last chapter in this story, and I think I did pretty well! Well, hopefully...READ! Yes! ^_^


Alfred dragged Arthur, barely struggling either from too much liquor or just a general lack of caring, into the alley next to the bar. He shoved Iggy against the wall, and paid no heed to his grunt of pain.

"Are you #!*% insane?"

Arthur just glared at him, the physical pain beginning to bring him around from his drunken stupor. Alfred gritted his teeth.

"Do you really think that that's all you are? Weak? Really?"

"I would think you would be happy that I finally admitted it, America! Wasn't that your whole life goal?"

Alfred shoved Arthur once more, and then stood back, letting him go. Arthur slid down from his standing place against the bricks to land slumped over, head between his knees. The out-of-breath American stared at his older brother kneeling before him, incredulous.

"Who the #!*% are you? You #!*% …!"

Arthur raised his head.

"What the bloody #!*% are you talking about, you git? This is me! This is England! What, is the surprise too great for you to handle, or is your happiness just overcoming you?" Sarcasm dripped like acid from his voice. "You wanted to be the best, didn't you? You just wanted to shove your success down my bloody throat. Well, you got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Alfred took a step back.

"No. No, you're not England. You aren't Arthur. The England I know wouldn't say crap like that."

"Well, who the bloody #!*% do you think I am?"

America's eyes were smoldering, #!*% -off blue meeting fiery green.

"Do you really think I broke away from you in the Revolution just because you were being an #!*% about taxes? Honestly? I broke off from you because I wanted to be your equal!"

Arthur's clouded eyes shot back into clarity.

"If I was your little brother, your little colony under you for the rest of history, I'd always be under you. Too bad you missed it, but I grew up, Artie. And don't think that I didn't hate that day, too." America shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I didn't want to let you just lie there, Artie. But I had to. If I was going to become a country I had to do it. You wouldn't let me do anything! What was the point of anything if I couldn't do anything for myself? Yeah, I still have regrets about it, but I just don't let it consume my life like a certain idiot I know!"

Arthur chuckled mirthlessly. "I thought you were supposed to be the idiot…"

Alfred plopped down next to his brother and leaned back on the wall. Arthur sighed, and later, he would blame the alcohol for the next comments.

"Well, I've gotten used to letting colonies go now. Seems to be the normal Christmas gift nowadays…"

"Arthur, I'm actually kinda glad that you lost your colonies." England stiffened at that, waiting for another biting remark.

"Cause then, you won't disappear." Alfred finished. Arthur's eyes widened. "I'm not kidding, Artie. You remember all those useless history lessons that you forced on me? Yeah, I don't, but one of them kinda stuck. All those giant empires, you know, the toga-dudes and the empire that the guy named Otto ran?"

"Ottoman Empire…" Arthur corrected instantly.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, they all grew so freaking huge, and then they just….left. Gone. Somewhere. Maybe nowhere. It's totally weird, right? Oh, that's totally going off track. But anyway, when I was a kid, you were so huge, Artie. So freaking big. And, well, I was freaked out that you were going to end up like those empires. That'd you just leave and never come back. Especially with the whole salutary neglect thing, you really got me going there." Alfred chuckled. "I guess it never really went away."

Iggy dropped his head in his arms, trying to hide his uncertain expression.

"Well, I guess I became too small then. Pft, I can't even take care of my bloody self."

Alfred grabbed Iggy by the arm, making him raise his head in surprise.

"Don't even say that. Dude, take a look at what we did in the giant- #!*% war! We dominated, man! It was you and me and Canada, rockin it Allies style!" America grinned his hero smile and shoved Texas up his nose for the 50th time. Arthur couldn't help but laugh at that one. Alfred's expression grew serious, though.

"And about the whole Battle of Britain thing….I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner man. I mean, you know the whole thing about my boss's stupid neutrality and all, but I coulda done something sooner."

"Well, your planes dented the attacks a bit more, my RAF could use the help. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"Oh, so you can do it yourself? Nice try, Iggy, but there is no way you can say that you are weak because of that. Germany didn't stand a chance."

Silence fell between the two. Iggy eventually coughed, cleared his throat, and shook his head twice. Rubbing his eyes on his shirt sleeve, he hid his face.

"Yes, well, the help was greatly appreciated, when you finally got there." Arthur rubbed his chest absently, but the action was not missed by Alfred.

"You were holding fine, dude. I can't imagine how that must've felt."

"Well, it wasn't a picnic, that's for sure."

Alfred knocked Arthur with his elbow playfully. Iggy rubbed his head, and pushed himself up into a somewhat-standing position before his sense of balane gave out and ht topped backward to lean against the wall. Alfred hurriedly got to his feet and looped the Brit's arm over his shoulders.

"Dude, you are going to have one crazy- #!*% hangover tomorrow…" he laughed. England scowled, but after a hesitation of trying to clear his mind again and failing, he allowed Alfred to support some of his weight, and they began off to the American's house.

" #!*% …forgot a present…"Arthur murmured under his breath. Alfred grinned.

"No prob, man. No prob."

As Arthur crashed in America's guest room, Alfred knew the coming morning was gonna be #!*% . But you know? What else are brothers for?


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

ZOMG it is done! I hope you people enjoyed it...

Reviews!

What up, AnimeM22! Sorry about the bar...even though it was completely overused, I did need it for Iggy's little speeches. At least it didn't end in the bar, and Iggy didn't pass out! ^_^ And I love his pirate side, I'm planning on writing a fic doing something that takes place in his pirate past. I hope you enjoyed the story!

Hey, nupinoop296! I think Alfred handled Iggy alright...he's not one for really long talks, he just tends to act before he thinks. I love Arthur...I love torturing Arthur...He's just so easy to do it to! Well, the end is the end, and thanks for reading!

Anywho! I really love Arthur and Alfred. I love how they have this unspoken friendship that neither of them is going to admit (Check out the whale episode...). I like the deepness of it, and I tend to do that to a lot of animes and movies: Holmes and Watson, Hamlet and Horatio, etc. I hate it if it turns sexual, as I feel it detracts from the actual friendship.

But! Besides all that, I like how this story turned out, considering it was my first Hetalia fic. Please review this chapter, I love you all, and feedback is awesome...

And More will be coming! I can promise you that!

See ya round!

-Fang