AN:/ When you see the (( )) then listen to 'PMD2 – I Don't Want To Say Goodbye (Long Version) to create more of a feeling. If you don't know your history, you may struggle a bit with this chapter… Or you can be as mind-fucked as Alfred is by not knowing your history :3

WARNING: This chapter contains character death.

Chapter 6: Until the End, I Am Hopeless

"This won't be mentioned at all to anyone for any reason what-so-ever." Connor growled.

Alfred had only smirked at this and straightened his brother's tie out, "Sure bro, whatever you say." And the two brothers had been allowed to leave after their act of appeasing the Gods of sex, Bes and Eros, who were guarding the temple at the time. Afterwards Connor was determined to help Alfred find the way out of his fantasy world before it was too late. They had ventured back to the central terminal that connected all spiritual worlds and alternate universes. Unfortunately for them, Alfred's body in the real world had a shift in dreams and they ended up in the middle of a swamp, narrowly escaping vines that seemed to have a mind of their own; then to a desert made of sugary treats and almost got crushed by a candy scorpion. And then an actually peaceful forest, where Connor was determined to help Alfred master changing into a werewolf.

So here they were now. Alfred had been able to change into a werewolf, yet was unable to actually change back. It was night time now, and the sunny blond furred werewolf was leaning against a tree watching the fire they had built, Connor dozing on a tree branch above him. Alfred was about to fall asleep himself when he heard twigs crunching further off. Instinctively, the fur on his back along his spine rose and his curled his lips back in a feral snarl, exposing his sharp fangs. Connor snapped his head up at Alfred's growl and sat up in the tree, poising himself to attack whatever was coming towards them. Connor instantly recognized the girl with long raven hair who stepped out of the bushes, and Alfred did too.

"You aren't a head leader anymore, Connor," the vampire grinned darkly and crouched in a cat like position, launching herself at the dark angel, knocking him from the tree and slashing at him with her sharp nails.

The angel kicked her off, "Now Mabel…you and I have no quarrel."

"You warning means nothing to me!" She laughed a wicked laugh and flung herself at Connor again, this time effectively ripping his suit and dress shirt. Connor flinched before hitting her square in the gut and sent her skidding backwards. The vampire cackled again and started to spring forwards again, this time, though, Alfred bowled her over and bit into her arm, making her screech as the massive wolf swung his head back and forth in the motion used to rip limbs off. The vampire punched Alfred's head repeatedly with her free hand and it was only when Connor told him to stop that he in fact stopped. The young girl was hissing in both pain and attempt to sound threatening.

"You're not fooling anybody. Like you said, nobody has ranking anymore. Now…get lost," the angel growled. With that, Mabel sprung to her feet and holding her limp arm, darted off clumsily into the forest. Once Alfred was sure she was gone, he turned and tackled-hugged Connor, giving his brother doggy kisses. "Okay, okay, I get it! Get off me you big furry beast!" Connor laughed. Alfred snorted in his face at being called a beast but clambered off Connor anyway, lying next to him. "So Alfred…"

The wolf rolled onto his back and glanced at his brother with a dopey grin. Connor sighed and looked up at the swirling black sky, "I have to go back to the real world. You…can't… This is a fantasy world Alfred, you and I don't know the way for you to get out. The way I leave will only lead you deeper into your subconscious…"

Alfred whined unhappily and flopped back over onto his stomach, as if pouting. "You and I both know that America needs a stand in representative, too…" Connor trailed off. Alfred growled a bit at that but it was a sulking kind of growl. "Yeah shut up. I don't know squat about you and your current Yankee ways." Connor petted his brother's head and the sunny blond wolf sighed in content. It wasn't much longer when the ex-nation fell asleep, Alfred nudging the shredded suit and dress shirt to cover his brother's chest. The werewolf blinked when he noticed the scar he had given the older. It had healed funny, and Alfred thought it looked like a bird of some sort flying across the sky. Alfred let out a huff and relaxed himself, shifting back to his human self with the wolf ears and tail. He curled up next to Connor quietly. The darker blond had turned his back to Alfred now, and the next morning when Alfred awoke, Connor was gone.

~*~Reality~*~

The ex-nation woke up in the middle of the night with a cool, wet rag on his forehead. Matthew was sleeping in a rocking chair in the corner of the room, and quilt wrapped around him. Connor sat up, taking the rag from his head and laid it on the nightstand next to him. A small sneeze was enough to startle Matthew from his light sleep and the younger instantly sprang over and gave the other a hug, "I was worried you weren't going to wake up!"

Connor just pat the other's back, "How long have I been out, Matthew?"

"Almost a week… You aren't developing narcolepsy…are you?" Matthew asked.

"No," Connor shook his head, "I must be trying to get back into the swing of things slowly. You see, one day there is almost a week here on earth. The time I slept was normal for…where I've been."

The Canadian nodded and sat on the edge of Connor's bed, "I admit…I was really shocked when I saw you in the Conference Call."

"Not exactly the best way to re-introduce myself to the world, huh?" Connor gave a half smile. Matthew pulled away from the hug and it was silent between the two for a long while.

"…Connor?" Matthew whispered quietly, as if afraid to break such a fragile silence.

"Yeah?" The other replied, equally silent.

"Somebody kidnapped Alfred from the hospital." And in the moment, the silence was shattered forever.

"Do you suppose he'll ever wake up?" a harsh voice rasped.

"Hard to tell; we did just cut him off from all the medications he's on." A colder voice responded.

"W-what exactly do we plan to achieve in doing this..?" a softer voice asked.

"Shut up!" the harsh voice snapped, "He's our enemy, and you have the secret service that will force him to tell us whatever we want."

The quieter one whimpered, "But I d-don't think this is the best way to go about this-"

"It doesn't matter what you think!" The owner of the cold voice slapped the owner of the quieter across his cheek, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"I don't answer to you!" the softer wailed, cradling his stinging cheek, "I'm a sovereign nation!"

"You may be your own nation according to the United Nations," the harsh voice snarled, "But you still listen to us!"

"Leave him be," a new voice rang out, the door creak resounding through the eerily silent room.

"Vlad!" the two offending nations recoiled and slid away from the victim.

The newcomer wore a long dark blue coat and matching dark blue pants. His black shoes shone in the moonlight filtering through the huge glass windows, illuminating the landscape of the outdoor world. The man stood smiling, his canine teeth abnormally long. Bright ruby eyes shone playfully, and his short, straight, strawberry blond hair curled around his face. A small hat tipped to the side with a red and white ribbon hanging off it to his shoulders added to his childish yet intimidating display. Across his heart on his jacket were a Romanian flag pin and a gemstone under it. "And even if you do manage to wake Alfred up from the state he's in," the Romanian purred silkily, sliding next to the two bullies as smooth as a feline, "Torturing him won't help. Our American friend here is stubborn, and he won't talk, da? You'll end up torturing him to the point he becomes catatonic and nothing will be gained."

The two jumped away from him, "Vampire!" One of them spat and withdrew a gun, loading it with a silver bullet. "Don't you dare move!" He trembled. The other bully whipped out a vial of Holy Water and popped it open, then dumped the water on the Romanian.

"Now what exactly did you plan to achieve with that..? Besides getting me wet, of course…" Vlad gave a childish pout. The other fired his gun, striking the other where his heart should've been. Vlad cocked his head, "Way to ruin a perfectly good suit. Tell me, why are you Middle East countries so violent?"

"Leech! Demon! Get away from us you freak! Get away!" the man with the gun shrieked and dropped his weapon as the vampire stepped closer, leaning into them.

"Boo~" the Romanian smirked and the offending nations fled, screaming in terror. Vlad walked over to an equally shaken victim, who was terrified of the scene that had just unfolded in front of him.

"P-Please…g-go away…" the beaten nation whined and shrank away from the Romanian representative. He scrambled away and fled the room as well. Vlad sighed and walked over to a rather immobile and knocked out Alfred, who was tied promptly to a chair.

(( )) "You may not know me, Mister America, but I know of you. You may not hear me right now, Alfred, but perhaps my words can find a way into your rather thick skull." Vlad pulled up a chair and sat next to Alfred, looking out the windows. "When I was a young nation…I was in love. You may not know him either, but I'll tell you his name is Nikola. Nikola is a nation too, but that's not important right now. Anyway… I found myself love-struck with a woman. But not long after that, I found myself in a similar position to where you are now. The kitsune were after me… And after years of being trapped in a parallel universe, my body suffered in reality. We didn't have the kind of technology we have today back then, so I was dying. My country was falling apart. And when I finally escaped that place forever…it was almost too late. My country had almost completely dissipated. But then that girl I had fallen in love with…she changed me into what I am today. Of course, my people consist of vampire slayers, and they killed her for changing their representative. Back then it was okay for people to know we were nations…nowadays it just isn't safe at all.

"But…when I fully recovered… Nobody talked to me anymore. Was it because I changed..? Even Nikola didn't even want to hang out like we used to. As time progressed, I became more and more shut off from the world… Vampires nearly faded into nonexistence of people's minds until one of your people brought forth the idea of sparkling vampires." Vlad rolled his eyes, "You may not remember it, because being in this state corrupts your memory, but you told everyone at the world meeting that you were being attacked by spiritual beings, everybody laughed but I believed you. I've been walking in your dreams and in your fantasy world since the beginning. You have no idea how many times you've died, Alfred. Poor Connor can't even keep up with it. Truth is told… I'm the one resetting time until you make it out alive. You keep going into a coma and when the world thinks you've finally woken up, you just go right back into a coma, each time longer than the last. It's been almost 50 years Alfred. But I keep resetting time and sending us all back to a time where you might be able to wake up.

"But I can't do it forever. Eventually I'll die, Alfred. I've seen the world 50 years from now. It's a terrible, terrible place. Alfred Jones…I beg that you hear me now when I say that you must wake up soon! I have seen past 50 years ahead of now and I tell you that the more times I reset the closer my killer comes! And when I die, all the time travelling is lost and we instantly go back to the year it's supposed to be! Listen to me Alfred, you must wake up! You must! Before it's too late! Alfred this is reality…it's not real time but…anything that happens to me now will hurt the world…

A long pause, "This is…this is where I die…but somehow…somebody else sent us back in time to prevent me from dying. I don't care much if I die…by you need me to keep you alive long enough to escape…and…this is real time…or is it? I'm not sure anymore… I feel bad to have wasted that person's efforts…but you needed to know the truth."

"We should have known you were the one to kidnap Alfred!" A voice shouted and bright, blinding lights flooded the room. All at once, several nations had surrounded the vampire, who looked around, sizing up his opponents.

Seeing as he couldn't win either way, "Come now friends," he stalled, scanning the crowd for an ally or friend, "Let us not start an unnecessary war…" Almost all at once, the other nations withdrew a weapon of some sort, making Vlad swallow a bit nervously. The circle pressed tighter and Vlad shrank back from them, away from Alfred, wincing when he was wrapped in a death grip. He gasped and looked up at the nation holding him in such a death hold, looking up into the eyes of a certain Russian. I'm sorry Alfred…Nikola…Gilbert…everyone… I've failed to keep my promise to you…no. I've failed to keep my promise to myself. And in a single swift movement, off was his head.

"NO!" Connor screeched, reaching the room too late. He growled in a feral manner when he saw the Romanian vampire dead, snapping his old cavalry sword from its sheath, then charging forward and slashing at the Russian. The room filled with collective gasps as the larger country's scarf fell to the ground, ripped.

"You should not have done that, comrade," Ivan frowned and pulled a sword from its sheath, quickly swinging it.

The smaller darted out of the way and hissed, "You forget that swords are from my time." The sound of metal clashing with metal filled the room as others scrambled out of the path of the two quarreling nations.

"You might be more nimble and clever, but I had more strength and accuracy." The Russian growled as he snagged the other's top.

"A shame your so called accuracy is reduced to nothing when I'm your opponent. Confederate military strategies aren't even considered these days. Too bad, you could've had the upper hand," Connor taunted and darted around behind the Russian, slashing his lower back, making the other hiss.

"Low accuracy…but trust me, comrade, when I land a blow, it's going to leave more than a mark and some blood." Ivan snarled, continuing to lash out at the other, missing each time. The two were at it for a while before Ivan gave a final swing, releasing his sword and pinning the other to the wall. The Russian sneered before walking over, only stopping abruptly when Connor held his own sword up, to the other's throat.

"You don't have the foggiest clue what you've just done!" Connor coughed, "Vlad was a crucial part to Alfred's survival and you just killed him!"

Ivan just gave a creepy smile, "The vampire had no reason to keep living, da?"

"He needed to keep living!" Connor spat in the Russian's face, making Ivan recoil. "You've just doomed the world, I hope you realize that! And I can't tell you how or I'd be betraying a friend and ally!"

"You are my ally and you just attacked me," Ivan replied curtly.

"You aren't worth being allies with." Connor replied in a sour voice, removing the sword from the wall as well as his shirt. "Not when you're responsible for a country's death and falling part. Not when you're responsible for millions of people about to live in total anarchy. Not when you've just killed thousands of innocent civilians." Ivan remained silent as he pulled a pistol from his inside coat pocket, holding it the other's forehead. "Go ahead and kill me. I dare you, Russia. And if you do pull the trigger, congratulations on terminating half the world."

"The world would be better off without another greedy capitalist pig," Yao, the representative of China, scoffed. The Chinese man had long, dark brown, almost black, hair tied in a loose ponytail that draped over his left shoulder. Gold-brown eyes flamed with hatred for the American.

"Funny you should call Alfred a greedy capitalist pig, Yao. America is becoming a beggar nation, yes, but Alfred has donated billions of dollars to dozens of other countries to help them and their people. He's donated more than the next 10 countries combined. Let's take the Haitian earthquake for example. Alfred and his people donated over a billion dollars to them. You on the other hand only donated little under a million. And you have the highest population of people in the world, Yao. How's that, for a 'greedy, capitalist pig'?" Yao said nothing and Ivan cocked the gun. Connor shifted his gaze to the taller man, "You kill me, and you crash American economics. You crash American economics, and then you crash the world economy. You crash the world economy…there goes the neighborhood. Think, Ivan." Connor let the Russian's weapon clatter to the floor.

The smaller sheathed his own sword and walked over to Alfred, untying his brother and heaving his weakened brother over his shoulder and left the room with a huff. You tried Vladimir… You did your best… Thank you… Now it's up to Alfred to save us.

"Who are you?!" Alfred screamed up at the sky, sitting on the ground, holding his hands over his ears, his forehead on his knees as he tried to shut out the noise. "Make it stop!" He screeched, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

"Why..? Why can't you ever see things through to the end?!"

"You know why…"

"How could you be so self-centered? Your own mother is dead and it's your fault!"

"I want nothing more to do with it! Get out of my sight!"

"Don't you dare think I won't shoot you."

"Then what's stopping you? You're too weak to kill me."

"No, I'm strong enough not to. What have you become? Some savage beast of sorts, that's what."

"Back off, Jones, haven't you done enough already?"

"Can't you see we don't need your help?"

"More like we don't want your help; Alfred."

"And the wise man said, 'Get the hell out'!"

"You're no hero! You're a fraud!"

"NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Alfred screeched and hurled himself forwards, hands still clutched over his head, still trying to shut out the noise. He ran blinded by tears through empty space, tripping and falling forwards, his glasses clattering to the ground in front of him. He lay on the ground for a while, weeping into the sleeve of his jacket. Eventually he sat up and put his glasses back on, looking at his surrounding for the first time in a while. There was nothing but pitch black surrounding him, but he could see his own body when he looked. He looked around again, searching for some way out. Staggering to his feet he began to walk in some direction. Suddenly an image erupted in front of him, knocking him backwards.

"Hey, Arthur, all I want is my freedom! I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me…independent!"

The present day Alfred stared at the scene appearing before him, something rooting him to the spot to watch the rain poor down on his former self.

Revolutionary Arthur charged forwards, swinging his bayonet down at the younger Alfred. The American just barely blocked the strike, only to have his weapon knocked from his hands. Behind him, his army was set to fire, seeing as the British man had his bayonet to Revolutionary Alfred's head. "I won't allow it. You idiot! Why can't you follow anything through to the end?" The younger Alfred stared past the bayonet tip warily, looking into furious emerald eyes. "There's no way I could shoot you, I can't." Arthur threw his weapon down, sinking to the mud, breaking down into tears, "Why! Tell me why! It's not fair…"

"You know why…" the past Alfred looked down at the Briton, head held high.

The present day Alfred suddenly propelled forward, trying to embrace the sobbing Englishman, only to have the vision fade into wisps as he touched it. Alfred once again fell onto his face. He sprang back to his feet and kept running to nowhere in particular. A particularly loud gunshot made him jump and seize running to look to his left.

A younger Alfred, but older than the Revolution, was standing over a younger looking Connor, who was glaring up at him. The Civil War era Alfred held a gun with a cocked revolver to the elder brother's head. "Look up at me," Alfred demanded. Connor didn't budge. "Don't think that I won't shoot you."

"Then what's stopping you?" Connor challenged, "You're too weak to kill me." Dead bodies of their people lay on the muddy battlefield around them.

"No," Alfred lowered the gun, "I'm strong enough not to. What have you become, Connor?" As the younger American started to walk off, he uttered a simple, "Some savage beast of sorts, that's what."

The younger Confederate unsheathed his cavalry sword and swung it at the retreating Union soldier. The blue clad whipped around with his own sword unsheathed, deflecting the attack. After tackling the older to the muddy, slippery ground, the Union Alfred withdrew a sword coated in a film of poison. "Alfred no, you're crazy! That surely isn't what I think it is!"

"If you think it's the only poison in the world that can kill a nation, then you'd be correct."

Present day Alfred lurched forward in what seemed like slow motion, desperate to stop his former self from ending his brother's life. He was milliseconds too late. The vision disappeared the second he touched it, but the former Confederacy's shriek of agony still echoed in his ears. Alfred wailed again and clasped his hands over his ears, springing forward in vain to escape the dreams.

The more he ran though, the more of his history sprang up to greet him. Things he would normally not remember jumped at him, reminding him of all his flaws and mistakes. He was suddenly made aware of how stubborn, ignorant, and arrogant he was. How he thought he'd helped so many people but only ended up making them suffer more in the end. How he was suddenly aware of things he should've done but never did. Opportunities he'd missed out on. Chances he would never have again. Something lithe and silver darted around in the corner of his sight. "Get back here, mutt!" Alfred yelled, bolting after the multiple tailed foxlike creature. The kitsune yelped and panicked, spurring itself faster.

The American took a mighty leap and landed on the smaller canine, twisting its paw and threatening to break its jaw if it didn't stop struggling. "Send me back you stupid dog! I don't want anything to do with these dreams and illusions you cast on me!" The kitsune gave a high pitched bark before shocking Alfred with electricity. He flinched and the creature scrambled away. "Come back!" Alfred roared, still in hot pursuit of the kitsune.

Eventually he lost it in what appeared to be the heart of a volcano. The ground was charred and grey but scorched the soles of his shoes. Where there was no ground, lava flowed like a river. Rock crags jutted out everywhere and Alfred heard noises from the other side of one. Deciding to investigate, Alfred hurried through a tunnel that lead to the other side of the rock wall. The American also silently agreed with himself that it would be best to approach as a wolf, morphing to his full wolf forme without a second thought.

"I smell a mongrel nearby…" a hefty man grumbled. Alfred pricked his ears and looked at the man who spoke with a heavy German accent. He wore nothing but a black tank top and military style jeans and boots. Scars covered his muscular arms and dog tags dangled around his neck. A black cap kept the man's blond hair hidden for the most part.

"What? Never seen a werewolf in Hell, you stupid German doppelganger?" a smaller man spoke in an Italian accent. He reminded Alfred a lot of Feliciano. Only instead of a blue uniform, this Italian had a dark brown uniform and bright ruby eyes.

"That's quite rude, fratello. Luciano, you ought to get along better with Lutz." Another Italian, older, scolded. He was quite fashionable, and that was no understatement. The blond Italian wore shades over his magenta eyes, a fashion scarf, and a black shirt of sorts with a fine white jacket over it and red gloves. And forget the black jeans that he made work with his outfit somehow.

Lutz, the German, snorted, "At least join us, flea bag." Alfred gave a sniff of disapproval but padded over and stood before them. "Sit. We're about to discuss things." Alfred complied begrudgingly. The more doppelgangers of his fellow nations appeared, the more uncomfortable Alfred felt. Suddenly there was an eruption of color and Alfred went blind briefly, finding himself immersed in blackness again.

"The year is defined. Nations have taken advantage of your absence. Your brother has been unable to take control of what you left him with – a big mangled mess of nothing. America is not the global super power anymore." A voice seemed to bounce off cave walls. Alfred stood, frozen to his spot. "Hopeless!"

"The year is undefined. Two countries battle it out for world power status. China has fallen. America becomes number one leading poverty. Mexico and Canada have begun pressing United States borders." A new voice, yet Alfred is still paralyzed. Something liquid-y splashes at his paws. "Filthy!"

"The year is undefined. A new world power has emerged." Yet another new voice adds itself to the murk and muddle that is Alfred's mind. The rising liquid the American identifies as water laps at his belly, a current beginning to flow. "Worthless!"

"The year is defined. Europe has just been discovered. The United States claims land and names it England. Canada has claimed a land named France before America. The Ottoman Empire is the global power, though America is rising to meet the challenge."

"The year is undefined. The Black Plague invades newly founded Russia. China has surpassed America and the Ottoman Empire. A Civil War breaks out in Canada. The belligerent nation that has formed in the uprising succeeds and becomes its own nation."

"The year is undefined. England declares independence from America. You are dissatisfied. You crush the uprising and dash all hope of your colony. You kill their nation representative. Canada's belligerent nation is in the way of what you want. You decide he is not worth it and kill thousands of their people. They resist. Your colony's people and the belligerent nation's people are brought to your country and forced into concentration camps. You shamelessly murder everyone in gas chambers or through medical testing. You capture their nation representative and blood tests prove he is directly related to you. You keep him as a slave."

"The year is defined. You gain control of the world power. They resist every step of the way. You beat and strike them down until they are nearly beaten to death. You achieve supreme world power. You make nations starve and live in poverty. You are stressed. You have multiple nation representatives as your slaves. You keep them caged like animals. Some turn cannibalistic. You do nothing to stop them."

"The year is undefined. Your relative starts a rebellion. Nations rise to uneasy agreement. You strike him down and he becomes your sex slave. He does not last a month. You are still dissatisfied. You slaughter everyone in your possession until they see stars, then revive them and repeat the process until they are lifeless and you are sure all of their blood has been spilled." By now, the water had a crushing weight to it and was a raging current. Alfred was still paralyzed, unmoving, letting his body get battered by the black, suffocating current. "Guilty."

All the voices of people he knew began talking all at once in his head, echoing forever. His past Bosses, his fellow nations, his family, his people, everyone. "Alfred worthless alive help life highway us hero fraud we time save are travel nobody suffering vampire us only silver hopeless you world copper can isn't game help is welcome us forever shooting make new change it ending older to goners guilty the war years right suffer dumb ending blood leaf the murdered fallen world cold failure is lost friends going fake phony to infinite shadow splinter killer prey and weak bones crack pathetic dream in loner forgotten half be gone if suffer death you broken brother do prayer rhythm not depart love save shout heart us never heard all."

Alfred said nothing, refusing to. He only wished the water crushing him to death in its wake would drag him down and wash away all his problems.

AN:/ The three nations that kidnapped Alfred are supposed to be unnamed. I actually know who they are but haven't created generic human names for them yet. If you REALLY want to know though; the softer voice is Israel, the harsh voice is Iran, and the cold voice is Afghanistan. I haven't really bothered to create human names for them yet so I just let them be voices. I know. I killed Romania (I call him Vlad - short for Vladimir) and I promised he'd have a big part in the story. This isn't the end of Vlad, I swear! I swear he shows up more! Dx This chapter really isn't as big of a mindfuck as I planned it to be...

Let's see who can figure out what the voices were trying to tell Alfred. Somehow Microsoft Word does not recognize that huge jumble of words as grammar error…huh. Oh well, not complaining. Word can't even get basic grammar right anyway XD But yeah, it is possible to decode the message in the word jumble. There's a method to my madness, I promise. Three in the morning logic. It actually took me a while to figure out how to hide the message. I was literally up all night typing this so forgive any spelling or grammar errors, seeing as I also don't have a beta. If this chapter doesn't make any sense…good, that's what I want. I want the whole plot to be a scribble-y line. One of those plots where you think you got it figured out but then I throw I monkey wrench at you and it just throws off everything you thought you had. Yeah…have I thrown a monkey wrench at anybody yet?

This chapter has two songs! Also a random feature song to add feels~
Until the End by Breaking Benjamin | Hopeless by Breaking Benjamin
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2: I Don't Want to Say Goodbye - Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky

Yeah I'm a Pokemon nerd. As if you didn't gather that from my username already xD I still watch the anime and play the video games. I still like them. Sue me. Faves and reviews are appreciated as always!

Love, Alex