Thank you Skylar for reviewing again! And that is a good head canon! Though, I thought that Japan personally didn't believe in his country's legends anymore...

I don't own Hetalia.

Unable to believe my ears, I turned my head to face America, who had also done the same. Judging by the unbelieving, horrified look on his face, I knew that I heard right. Wait…maybe we just misunderstood him…maybe kill also means to give a gift to someone in their world…

"America! I want to burn America to a crisp!" exclaimed Pyra. Nope. I quickly grabbed America's arm with both hands, as if that could possibly protect him from the fire-loving alien.

"Can you put the list on the board first? I want to see all my choices," said Chalan.

"You still haven't picked yours?" asked Kurtir.

"Yes I have! I just want to make sure I'm not forgetting anyone!" protested Chalan.

"Well, I actually agree with Chalan, let's put the kill list on the board," said Benovia as he picked up a piece of chalk and started to write names on the board.

"Actually? What do you mean by actually?!" exclaimed Chalan.

"Can I answer that? Please?" pleaded Mandela.

"I'm fine with it if he does. Anyone else?" asked Pilones.

"Do it Mandela! It'll be hilarious!" exclaimed Gunbery.

"Oh please no. We need to focus on our mission," said Tiata. Mission? So they…were planning this from the beginning?! Is anything about their story true?!

"You're such a bummer sis," complained Kurtir.

"Done," said Benovia as he stepped aside, giving me and America a clear view of the board. My heart moved up to my throat when I read the names on the board:

1. America

2. England

3. Germany

4. North Italy

5. Japan

6. China

7. Russia

8. France

9. Canada

"Oh no," I managed to hear America softly gasp. I squeezed America's arm even tighter as my heart in my throat and my stomach twisted in great terror. England and Canada too! No! They can't die! I won't let my brothers die! Or anyone else for that matter!

"Put my name next to America's! His land will be mine!" exclaimed Prya excitedly. What?

"Does anyone else want America?" asked Benovia.

"You're seriously asking us that?" asked Tussia with his eyebrow raised.

"Good point," agreed Benovia as he put Prya's name next to America's. I bit my lip as America put a hand over mine own sweating hands.

"Don't worry, I won't let her kill me," he softly whispered.

"So England's next…can I have him?" asked Benovia. No you cannot!

"You're the leader, you can take who you want without no opposition," supported Tiata.

"But what if I wanted to take England's place?" whined Kurtir. Take his place? Wait…they can't possibly think that…

"Stop whining, I know very well that you want to take Italy's place," argued Tiata.

"True. I just like making trouble," admitted Kurtir.

"Thanks Tiata, you're the best," said Benovia gratefully as he wrote his name next to my dear brother's. America gripped my hands hard.

"If you think I'm going to let you lay a single finger on him…" he threatened through his clenched teeth.

"And while we're at it, does anyone else want to kill Italy?" asked Benovia.

"Nah, Kurtir can take that idiot and coward's place," said Mandela.

"It's idiotic coward," corrected Chalan as Benovia wrote Chalan's name next to Italy's.

"Please don't do this now Chalan," said Pilones.

"So…oh yes Freland?" asked Benovia when Freland raised his hand.

"Canada," he simply said. Both America and I softly gasped. Why does he want to kill Canada?! Why would anybody kill my sweet brother?! He wouldn't harm a fly!

"You got it," said Benovia as he wrote Freland's name next to Canada. Wait…why didn't Benovia asked anyone else if they wanted to take over Canada's job?

"I want Germany! His sausages are loved," said Mandela. I saw Chalan winced and mumbled, probably correcting Mandela again.

"Any other takers for Germany? No? Alright, Mandela gets to kill Germany!" exclaimed Benovia as he wrote Mandela's name next to Germany's.

"I want Japan!" exclaimed Chalan.

"I would like to kill Russia please," requested Polines.

"I would like to take over China's job," Tiata requested.

"I want to kill France!" exclaimed Gunbery.

"Oh good, I was afraid that you might want Prussia," said Tussia with a sigh of relief.

"Heh Heh…Prussia…Tussia…" giggled Gunbery.

"Just shut up," said Tussia as Benovia wrote their names on the board. As he continued to write the names on the board, I tugged America's arm.

"We've heard enough, we got to warn the others," I said. But America only shook his head.

"We don't know the details of their plan yet," he quietly whispered. I sigh, knowing he had a point. Then Benovia finished writing on the board.

"Okay that's everybody!" exclaimed Benovia as he promptly put the chalk down and wiped his chalky fingers on his shirt. "Now, do I need to go over the plan again?"

"Benovia, how could we ever forget the plan? All it consists of is going to our party and killing our party guests," said an annoyed Prya.

"You forgot the let-them-grieve-for-the-most-important-nations-for-a-time-and-then-suggest-that-we-take-their-place-as-an-effort-to-help part," corrected Kurtir.

"And that's how go over a plan that we weren't going to go over," commented Tussia. America then suddenly straighten up and gently pried my hands off his arm.

"Time to…" America started to whisper.

"There's a problem with the plan," said Freland. America and I, who were just about to take a step towards the front door, stopped.

"What's the problem Freland?" asked Benovia in a really cordial voice.

"America's at the door," Freland said, pointing his thumb straight at us. As the other nations whipped their heads towards us, I could only think one word. CRAP!

"GET HIM!" commanded Benovia.

"GO!" America yelled as he rapidly grabbed my hand and ran towards the front door. However, we only ran a few steps when Polines suddenly walked THROUGH the wall and stopped right ahead of us.

"WHAT THE HECK?!" we both yelled. She…how…

"Oh that's right we didn't tell you, everyone on our planet had powers," said Polines.

"You've got to be kidding me!" exclaimed America as we started to run in the opposite direction, only to find the rest of the nations in front of us. Okay, we are surrounded by alien nations that want to kill us…and they suddenly have superpowers. This…this can't be happening!

"You can't run America…and I promise if you stay still, it will all be over in a millisecond," Prya promised, a ball of fire suddenly floating above her hand.

"NO!" I cried as I got in front of America, while Prya's fireball grew ever bigger. "If you want him, you have to get through me, you pyromaniac!" I knew that my words were lost on her, but as long as America survives, I didn't care.

"OH HECK NO!" exclaimed America as he suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired a lot of bullets at the aliens in front of us. I didn't get to see if his bullets hit any of them, since he immediately ran to our left, his hand still grasping mine.

"Don't you dare do that again!" exclaimed America angrily.

"But she was going to kill you!" I cried as we turned around a corner. We were now facing a long hall and some stairs going upward. Please let the hall lead to the back door, please, please…

"You won't get away America!" I heard Mandela exclaim behind us. I suddenly felt something swish right over my head. A second later, I saw a black laser hit the ground right in front of us. America and I stop automatically, and I grew even more afraid when I saw the big hole in the wooden floor.

"Especially from my dark energy!" Mandela cried, as he shot even more dark energy lasers at us. America, undeterred, continued to run, except both of us were ducking and dodging the lasers the best we could. Then just as we started to pass the stairs, a chair flew right us. We dodged it just by a few inches, and instead of crashing to the ground, the chair floated in the air a few feet behind us.

"And my telekinesis!" exclaimed Tussia, who we now see down the hall in front of us.

"Yes I can! I'm the hero!" exclaimed America. Then suddenly, still holding on to my hand, America rapidly doubled back and when we reached the beginning of the stairs again, rapidly ran up them. I was expecting to feel pain at any moment but it never happened, though I did hear some steps break with a loud crack behind me.

"Can't you just use your gun again?" I asked as we reached the top of the stairs. After all, how are we going to get out of the house now?

"Ran out of bullets," he muttered as we randomly ran into a room. Once we were inside, I let go of America's hand to close the door and when America stopped me and pointed at a big wardrobe.

"If we leave the door open, they won't think that we're in there," he explained as he quickly pulled me towards the wardrobe. Agreeing with him, I nodded, and within seconds we were both in the wide and spacious wardrobe and we closed the doors the best we could. My whole body tense, I listened to the sound of footsteps come up the stairs. I looked at America, who I could see because of the light coming through the slightly open wardrobe doors. America reached behind him and sighed and he touched the back.

"I guess this isn't the wardrobe that takes you to Narnia then," he mumbled. I wish. Then he looked at me carefully, like I was the subject of an inspection.

"They didn't hit ya did they?" he asked quietly. I shook my head, a bit startled by the question.

"I'm invisible, remember?" I reminded him.

"Yes, but I also remembered that you're still solid," he said even more quietly as the footsteps sounded even closer. My heart leapt to my throat again, as I heard the footsteps come into the room. What if they look inside the wardrobe? With nowhere to run and no bullets, America won't stand a chance against these aliens! What are we…wait. If I could get injured by them, then they could be injured by me! I could take them by surprise while America makes a run for it! I won't probably live, but that's okay. America's the one that's important, not me, and it never will be me. And even if he wasn't important, he's still my beloved brother.

"Hey America!" I heard Prya called out in a loud, clear voice. "Just so you know, Benovia, Freland, Kurtir, Gunbery, and Tiata have surrounded the house outside. Mandela and Tussia are blocking the way the stairs, and I am here, on the very same floor as you. And even if you somehow managed to get past all of us, you will never get past Tiata's force field. And that is covering the whole property like an upside-down bowl. You're trapped like a fly on a cobweb. It's only a matter of time before the spider comes to suck your blood. The only question, how long before I become so impatient that I start burning the house down?" I turned to America as Pyra's footsteps left the room.

"Don't listen to her, and we will find a way out of this!" I exclaimed, even though I didn't how in world we would. Even my previous plan wouldn't work now. America didn't answer, he just took something out of his jacket pocket and looked at it before clasping it and closing his eyes.

"I already have," he muttered. Before I could react to that wonderful piece of news, America suddenly hugged me.

"Live Wales," he said softly. "Live, and never be afraid to love, or to be loved by others." Stunned and confused, I didn't know how to react to this sudden action except to hug him back. Then just as suddenly as before he stopped hugging me and took my hand. America then took the item in his hand and put it in my hand, but before I could see what it was, he closed my hand around it.

"America, what are you doing?" I asked, still confused. America gave me a small smile.

"Being a true hero I guess," he answered. He then suddenly opened the doors with a loud band and ran out of the wardrobe. It was then that everything finally clicked in my head, I knew what America's plan was. And it definitely wasn't wonderful.

"AMERICA NO!" I cried as I ran after him. He can't die, he can't, he can't, he CAN''T! However, by the time I got out of the wardrobe, America was already in the hallway.

"DON'T DO IT! PLEASE!" I screamed, desperately running as fast as I could. America, then stopped, but instead of running back to me, he turned to face the left end of the hallway with his arms straight out.

"Hit me!" America exclaimed with a proud smile on his face.

"With pleasure," I heard Pyra say when I was inches away from the doorway. I then finally made it to the doorway, prepared to jump in front of my brother. But before I could even start to jump, before I could even yell no, America was consumed in a huge wave of fire. I automatically stopped, utterly shocked by the sight. Only a few seconds later, the wave of fire disappeared, leaving behind only a small pile of ash.

My world stopped turning and time stopped running. I didn't hear anything, and I couldn't see anything except for the remains of my brother. My heart stopped beating, my lungs stopped working, and my blood froze. However, all of this only lasted for a few seconds, as the realization of what just happened started to sink in.

"A…A…A…ALLLLLLFREEEEEEED!"

That...didn't just happened. America can't be...gone. Right? And how will England react? And Canada? Will they avenge America and kill all the aliens? Speaking of which, will Wales be able to warn the others? Please read on to find out! And I PROMISE that if you just bear with me, you will not be disappointed and you WILL like the ending. Besides, there's still hope right? America is a nation after all...and they are hard to kill...right?

So please review so I can know what I am doing right as well as what I am doing wrong. If you do, I promise to update as soon as possible, probably tomorrow. So till then, see ya.