As America stood and whipped the last of his tears from his cheeks he heard the familiar squeaking of a wheelchair. "Dad, there you are I've been looking for you everywhere."

He turned his head down the hallway to find the son Angelica gave to him speeding down the hall with their cat Americat – named lovingly by their son – sitting lazily on his lap. About four years into their marriage Angelica learned she was pregnant with their child. It was a surprise to them since America told her of the nations' inability to have children. Nations just appeared out of nowhere. Once their son Alexander George Jones was born they realized their son was different. Alex aged slower then the other boys his age. He looked to be four when he really was supposed to be eight. It was then that they realized he was just like his father. Their son was his new capital Washington D.C.

"Sorry Alex. I was just reminiscing." He smiled at his son.

Alexander was the perfect mixture of Alfred and Angelica. He had Angel's raven hair though he did inherit Alfred's cowlick. He also had her skin color which was a few shades lighter then Alfred's own skin color. His eyes were a perfect mixture of their eye colors amber that flowed into a light sapphire blue. He had his mother mother's laugh, smile and her tendency to loose her temper if the situation got too out of hand. With combined with the superhuman strength he inherited from himself made him the perfect mixture of America and Angelica's love for each other. Luckily no other nation aside from France knew he was the son of not only a nation but a human. They just assumed he appeared the way he looked.

"'S okay dad I understand. You were thinking about mom." Alex said staring at the painting of his mother. At the moment Alex appeared to look as those he was a thirteen year old boy.

America stared at his son sadly the collar of his graphic tee revealing his ever present burn marks. Over the years Alex had earn what he called 'battle wounds'. His first set was from the burning of Washington D.C courtesy of his uncles Canada and England. His internal organs and stomach to his collarbone were covered in burns leaving him bedridden for months. His second set was from the 9/11 plane crash on the Pentagon leaving him burn along his shoulder and arms, partly blind in one eye and confined to a wheelchair for two years. America was also affected by the 9/11 attacks which left him blind for six moths and using arm crunches for another year. His third and finally set was from the resent stock market crash leaving him yet again confined to a wheelchair.

America shook his head of the sad thoughts and grabbed the wheelchairs grips and spun Alex around. "Dad!" the capital laughed holding tightly onto the armrests.

The nation laughed along with his son before he pushed him down the hall. "How about we get going D.C. Your mother is probably waiting for us at the park."

The young capital nodded with a smile. "Yeah."

Alex was placed in a the small elevator built a few years back for easier accesses to the upstairs while America made his way down the first hall steps to meet his son. Once both personifications were on the first floor they made their way to America's old pick up truck. He lifted his son on to the passenger and proceeded to placing D.C's now folded wheelchair in the back. America awed at the fact that his son was so light now. The economy resection was taking a huge toll on his son in more ways then one. "Ready?" America asked once in the car, clicking his safety bell on and placed the keys in the ignition.

"Ready."

It was a slow ride to the park seeing as many people were out and about for the fireworks display later that night. The song 'Lights by Ellie Goulding' played softly in the background of the truck as to not wake the sleeping capital. Their cat sat on the boy's lap with its head resting on the window sill as if he was a dog with its head out the window. Alex had grown so tired because of the economic downfall. So had America but being the nation itself he was able to control how his body felt unlike his son who was just the personification of the capital.

As they left the capital city and began to enter the suburbs a slight feeling of nostalgia felt over him. Angel and Alfred had moved to the suburbs soon after getting married. The home they had lived in was a quant two level home which was on top a hill that over looked the capital. Angelica loved that home and the community they lived in. It was very much loving and family orientated. They had many good years in that home. It was also there where she had passed away in his arms.

He frowned deeply at the sudden thought his hands tightly gripped the stirring wheel. That was one of the worse days of his life. That day his beloved Angel passed away.

America ran through the front door and up the steps at lighting speed. He had just gotten word that Angelica was growing increasingly ill then she had been the last week. He knew she didn't have long to live she was after all ninety years old. "Please God let her still be there." He thought with every step he took.

Once up the step a small body smashed full focused into the young nation. "Daddy, what's wrong with mommy?" The young three year old looking boy asked with wide eyes and big tears on the verge of falling.

He bent down to the boy's height and looked into his beautiful sad eyes trying his best to keep his own emotion in check. "Alex…you know your mother isn't like you and me am I correct." He started softly his protective arms placed on his small shoulders.

The young capital pouted as he whipped the tears from his eyes. "Yes…" A shaky gasp. "Mama isn't a nation like us…she is a human."

"That is right…Do you remember your Aunt Mary, mommy's sister?"

"Yes…she was a nice lady. I loved her very much."

"She was a wonderful Aunt to you. Do you remember what happened to her a few years ago?"

Alex's eyes widen in realization. "S-she didn't wake up."

Alfred began to choke on his words. "Yeah…I'm afraid that the same thing will is happening to mommy."

This didn't set well with the boy as he gave a most grievous sod America had ever heard. "Daddy you're a hero can't you do something for mommy? Please save her save mommy!" He cried.

He held his only child close soothing him as he cried his own tears fell silently. His heart ached knowing he could do nothing. She was human and he wasn't. "I'm sorry I can't. But you have to be strong. Your mother wouldn't want to see you like this. You are a big boy you gotta show that to your mother." He whispered to the sobbing boy.

The boy nodded. "Okay…"

"Amérique …" He heard the familiar voice a Frenchman.

America lifted his head to see the worried look of his friend and decidable uncle to his son France. A week earlier France had arrived in Washington D.C to visit America and his family, he had received a letter from the younger man saying that his beloved elderly wife was becoming gravely ill and he didn't know what to do. He had offered his help to the other but he knew that Angelica didn't have long to live. "May I speak with you for a moment?" He asked his voice barely about a whisper.

He nodded as he gentle released his son's grasp around his neck and sat him on a small bench that sat outside the couple's room. "How is she?" He asked wearily

France shook his head gravely. "I won't beat around the bush, America…she won't last the hour."

America's face grew ghostly pale. France had known the younger since he was a mere baby and in all that time he had never seen him so scared, mournful and heartbroken. It horrified the other. "America?" He asked.

"Please…just lead us to her…" He asked above a whisper. He couldn't show how scared, how sad, how alone he felt at the moment. His son needed him and his country needed him to be strong. He could mourn when he is alone.

"Right." The older man said. "Follow me."

"Alex, come along." The American called. No sooner did the words leave his mouth his son was by his side clutching his hand for dear life.

Moments later they found themselves in front of the door that led to Alfred and Angelica's bedroom. Slowly the wooden door opened to reveal a dimly lit room. On the bed was an elderly woman with snow white long hair, deep wrinkles on her face and neck and dainty wrinkled hands on her ring fingers was a yellowing string. The woman looked to be sleeping. As the door creaked open her head moved slightly to the side her eyes revealed striking amber eyes the still held fire within them. "Alfred…Alex…" Her weak voice called as she used all her strength to move her hand towards them.

The little boy ran across the room and gentle climbed on the bed. Silent tears left from his eyes. "Mama…I love you." He cried into her neck. In his eyes she wasn't an elderly woman but rather a powerful, youthful woman who loved him very much.

She wrapped her frail hand around the boy and kissed him on the head. "Oh my miracle boy I love you so much that you don't even know. I will miss you so much."

"And I will miss you to mama I love you so much!" He hugged her a little tighter before jumping off the bed and running out the room. He just couldn't see his mother like this he had to run.

"Alexander!" Alfred called to the wayward boy.

"Don't worry I'll go after him." France said before leaving the room.

He stood there for a moment before truing back to his frail wife. She smiled at him patiently. "My Angel…" He choked softly.

"My impossible man…." She whispered back placing a tired hand on his cheek. " How was I so luck to have a young man like you?"

"I should be asking you that question." He smiled.

Angelica laughed softly. "I am an old woman now how that does not have anymore time on this earth."

Alfred's smile lessened as tear formed in the corner of his eyes. "I'm going to miss you so much Angelica."

"I won't be gone. I will still live in your heart until the day come that you will meet me up in heaven." The old woman soothed.

He choked on the silent tears that fell. "That may be a long times coming…France, England and some other nations have lived for a very long time…I may never see you again."

She smiled knowingly unafraid of the death that awaited her. "But I will still be here in spirit. I will never truly leave your side."

"I don't know if I could go on knowing that you are not by my side." He said gravely.

Her amber eyes widen ever so slightly. "Don't say that! You have to be strong for not only our country but our miracle son, our Alexander. Promise me you will never loose your strength, you will continue to protect the liberty on everyone you meet, and Promise me you will keep your happiness and liveliness that gave me joy these many years." She finished in a whispered her breathing became shallow.

He nodded. "I promise." He kissed her on her soft lips chastely. "I will do everything in my power to keep your promise."

"That makes me very happy." She smiled her face growing pale.

America smiled through his tears. "Angelica…my I have this dance?"

"But I am a frail old woman who has no strength to stand." She replied.

He moved his arms to her small shoulders and weak knees and gently lifted her. "Don't worry I'll carry you."

America began to slowly dance across the room. Each turn was as gentle as the last. Angelica's arms rested gentle on her stomach. Her eyes were closed listening to her younger looking husband's heart for what would be the last time. Suddenly she heard the familiar tune of a melody she hadn't heard in years. "Are you humming?" She asked.

"Yes." He sang.

"Is it the melody of the song we dance to the night we met?"

He kissed her head gently. "That is correct my lovely Angel."

"I will never forget that night."

"I agree. That was the night I met you my love."

"If I remember correctly that was the night I save you from those men."

He chuckled softly. "Yeah…I never liked listening to lectures."

"And you still don't." Her voice began to fade as her breath lessened. He knew she was leaving him.

His tears increased as he kissed her head one last time. "I love you so much. I will continue to love you until the end of time."

She smiled one last time. "I love you t…" She took her last breath.

"Angel?" He asked. "Angelica?" He left she body grow cold under his strong arms and he knew she was gone. "Angel…" He sobbed into her hair.

His angel, his lover, his everything was gone from this world.