Wow, I've been writing this for a whole year now! Geez, I'm so happy that you guys stuck around for it! And I'm so sorry I haven't been posting as often as I did, this is my senior year, so I've been focusing on school more, sorry but lately I'm getting used to it, so I promise to post more often. I really do enjoy writing this and it really does make me happy when you guys review/favorite/follow, let's me know it's worth while:) So this is my thanks, the longest chappy I've written this year! Hope you guys like! And please do review~! Oh! And if you have a suggestion for the story or correction, please feel free to PM or review, I'd most certainly respond:) Thanks!

I no own hetalia...again... ON TO THE STORY!

I wasn't quite sure what happened at first, but a shot rang out almost out of no where and there was a pool of blood followed by the sound of bodies dropping. There was blood in my eyes, and before I knew it they were both lying in a pool of blood. I couldn't tell who was dead or who was alive, if either of them were alive!

"England! Arthur! Damn it, answer me!" I shook him, but he didn't move. No…no…this can't be happening, why?! W-what even happened?! I heard rapid footsteps and some ragged breathing.

"Looks like I made it." A familiar voice said, I wiped my eyes of blood and tears to see his face. "What the hell are you still doing here? Move! Get out of here!" A firm pair of arms dragged me from England by the under arms. It was no use, the tears kept coming and the blood kept running down my face from my forehead, I couldn't see him, but that didn't mean I didn't know who it was.

"Canada let me go you douche bag! Why'd you have to shoot them both?! Huh? Why! I was so fucking stupid to actually trust you!" I screamed as I hit his arms away.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't kill the eyebrow bastard." He growled, dropping me harshly, my head slammed into the asphalt, but I didn't care, England might still be alive!

"England! England!" I smacked his face for good measure.

"Sorry, lass. I-I'm alright." England strained to say.

"Thank goodness." I cried over him. "You have any water? For him, I mean." I turned to Canada after wiping my tears. He seemed to have been staring at me and quickly looked away. Wouldn't blame him, I was a mess.

"Uh yeah, I think. I'll go get it." Canada ran off to go back to whatever vehicle that brought him here.

"S-shimata." I heard a groan coming from Japan. Damn it why can't he just die already?! I had never wished death upon anyone, but now was totally different, we simply cannot let him live.

"England move." I warned, then manually got up and moved him myself when a sharp pain pierced my back. N-no way!

"You're not supposed to give your enemy your back. Resson…number…one." I heard Japan say weakly, and a sharp exhale, that was probably his last breath.

"Fuck! You just don't know when to die don't you?!" I heard a few blows being delivered to a certain person's dead body. "You alright? Fuck that's a lot of blood, that's gotta be bad for the environment." He said in all seriousness.

"Alexis, what happened?" England inquired. His voice similar to an elderly man's tired and put out. He was laid on his stomach unable to move. He couldn't possibly have saw Japan drive his katana into my back. I was done for, for sure.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I tried to say normally, fighting to stand so I wouldn't collapse on top of him.

"Bullshit." Canada coughed, getting a grip on the katana's handle.

"Indeed. Looks like it'll be up to… you… then." England coughed.

"What are you babbling about?" I cringed as Canada messed with the Katana to see if it was alright to remove.

"You're not going to make it, Alexis. I can tell by your voice." He said knowingly, he always knew when I was lying. "Your hand, before I go. D-don't leave me alone."

"No. You're not even hurt! It's me who's dying! What do you mean by 'go'? You're just tired is all!" I explained reassuringly, holding his open hand.

"Hold her down." He said suddenly, Canada and him stared at each other for a while then they nodded, and swiftly yanked out the blade. While I fell to the ground beside England writhing in extreme agony, it hurt even more than being stabbed! All the while England held my hand, his face in a calm blissful look. That gave me more worry than solice. "Now." He said with authority suddenly, and Canada jumped on top of me.

"Wha_"

"Tell the others I'm sorry, and tell America…well you know." He blushed. "Who knew this would be the end? I'm sure glad, it was helping the world, rather than internal or war affairs. How rare." He shrugged.

"No! You're not doing this to me again! NO!" I screamed squirming under Canada's weight and England's firm hold on my hand. "Noooooooo!" I lost all control and fought it until the very end until finally, he released my hand too injured to latch his hand to mine. Quickly, I shoved Canada off, well more like beat him until he got off.

"E-england." I peeped, trying to suppress the hitch in my voice.

"Take…my…phone. Y-you were a great daughter." He held my hand, his phone in between his bloody hands and mine.

"Stop being sentimental! Damn it stop dying!" I cried ridiculously.

"Sorry, I-I can't do that." He chuckled a bit. "C-could you stay with me?"

"Yeah, of course…father." I sniffled, and held his hand until sunrise and even then I could hear his shallow breathing, but still that same blissful face remained, despite all of my bruises and scars that covered him like a thick blanket of snow.

"This_is_taking…quite…a while…mind…sending…me...off?" He said all breathy like.

"I-I don't underst_"

"He wants you to kill him." Canada said impatiently, throwing the katana my way, which I caught thoughtlessly.

"No." I deadpanned and dropped the katana.

"It's cruel, it's called mercy killing, tis' done with animals all the time." He said and mimicked breaking a dogs neck "Kckck!"

"This is a man!" I pointed out fruitlessly.

"That is a country! Countries don't fall overnight, holy fuck Alexis, there's still people calling themselves Prussians out there! He'll suffer! His body is beyond repair, I'm sorry for you loss but stop being selfish!" He yelled.

"I can't. This is different, it's not a gun, it's a sword. It'll take a while for him to die if I stab him, I just…"

"Then don't! I'll do it! Since you're so weak!" He scoffed.

"It's none of your goddamn business okay?!" (A/N: Oh geez, I just used the GD word, forgive me for those who I might offend, it just fits the content.)

"There's_really no need for all that. I just need… your hand...again." He smiled, always persisted to smile for me in times of trouble.

"Can't I just take half of the wounds for you?" I whimpered. The thought of losing England over and over, gave me the chills, I was willing to accept his death then not, then again, and once more not. A part of me dedicated to 'what ifs'?

"You're body is too weak for that and you know it, accept your loss and move on, I'm getting bored." Canada yawned.

"Then why are you here?" I gritted my teeth angrily.

"Good question. Maybe to watch you cry? That or I like you or something..." He leaned over and brushed his lips on mine. I let him after weakly pushing his face away, he just held my hand away fro, his face and went around…bastard. But it was too morbid to blush, I wasn't in the mood for such luxuries. "Non, not a thing. Maybe then…I should leave." He rose from his spot next to me. Not in the pool of blood but just on the outside, not minding at all the contorted body of his comrade. What is it about this guy that makes me trust him so much? It has to be his honesty.

"Wait, you're strong…can't you…?" I asked halfheartedly.

"I just said I didn't like you that much, didn't I?" He said picking up his jacket.

"W-what if I..?" Money? No, don't have any. Maple syrup? Nah, don't have money to buy any.

"If you…?" He raised a brow.

"What do you want?" I asked, sitting back down and raised England's head on my lap, I started to clean his face off with a park of my shirt and brushed some stray hairs away from his bushy brows.

"From you? Nothing." He turned and walked off.

"Fine then. Thanks for the help. Okay, Arthur, you ready?"

"Thought…you'd never ask." Again that smile.

Thank you and goodbye

"So you wanna burn him or bury him?" Canada said after we both stared at the tarp covered bed of a Chevrolet truck, knowing good and well that a brilliant British gentleman laid there.

"Can we…? Can we send him down the river on a raft then set it on fire?" I don't know if the bury his dead differently, but I'd think he'd like to be send him off like a king.

"The fuck? Does it look like we have a raft?" Canada smacked me over the head.

"I don't fucking know! J-just_" Words undoubtedly failed me, I am fine alive well and healthy. And his body, I can't even stand to look at it, so bruised beat up and bloody. And it was the faults of both of the people who were standing over him, trying to decide what to do with his body.

"I'll rent a fucking boat and we can set it on fire. How bout that?" He sighed looking through his wallet.

"Yes. That would be great." I sniffled.

"The fuck ever. I don't know why I'm doing this." He muttered stomping off toward the rent a boat shack.

"Because he's one of your own." I exhaled into the wind, he was gone already.

"Okay, let's get this over with." I pulled the broken body out of the truck bed and laid it flat on the floor.

"Here's your damn boat." Canada grunted throwing a small broken down looking wood boat, but hey, at least it's not plastic.

We lifted him and positioned his body, I placed a few flowers and said a small prayer and we pushed the boat into the North river.

"Weren't we supposed to set it on fire?" Canada asked.

"Damn it!" I stomped my foot, everyone should have a proper burial, I can't I forgot that! I can only hope there's a waterfall nearby.

"I've got this one lads." A bushy eyebrow-ed country walked up and threw a whiskey bottle that was probably a Molotov, and the boat busted into flames. "Sayonara Japan." He bowed his head curtly, a gentleman indeed, I would've yelled: Yippie kay yay motherfucker! Or something of the sort.

Turns out Canada found something he wanted from me at the last moment and took the katana wound from England, and he healed almost instantly. England maintained only a few bruises but he recovered nicely all in a mere 3 hours. To think all those tears and drama for nothing! What a set back!

"Hey, he burned with his information about us and he also burned along with their information, Japan was closest and loyal to Artie. Surely, he knows things I didn't. That is the last of my kind, I will bury. So no more fuck ups, got it? I'm starting to get irritated with your naivety." He turned and started toward the driver's side of the truck.

"I agree, we've got to train you still, and dodge the others. We haven't the time to dawdle." England added.

"Yes daddy." Hugging him tightly.

"Good lass, off we go then?" He sighed happily patting my head.

"You betcha!" I cheered.

England climbed in the trunk, leaving me the passenger side.

"Geez, not even a thanks." He muttered starting the truck and pulling into the road.

"I did, and it's not like you saved him for free. Speaking of, what did you want from me again?"

"You can't go with them, when they go. They're going to want you to go with them. You're answer will be no." He said gravely.

"Who said I'd go?" I raised a brow. " I've got a family here."

"Tell me, have you contacted your parents since this whole incident started?" He glanced over at my guilty face. "Thought so, you're a high schooler about to go to college, judging by the way you just let them worry about you, tells me something. You were going to leave them behind anyway…at least for now. You're attached to these countries, I can tell by all the tears that you'd give in." He explained blank faced.

"Your wrong, I just haven't gotten around to it, with all this drama. Don't act like you know anything, your being annoying." I growled.

"Oh so the shorty has an attitude? Ungrateful bitch." He stepped on the gas.

"Step on the brake." I said suddenly feeling a chill coming up my back as I smelled the scent of smoke and a even stronger smell that shook me to the core, almost like those panic attacks I used to have when I was in my adolescence because of my senseless thantophobia.

"Oh~ Now your ordering me around?!" He yelled. Damn him! He's not going to listen to me right now!

"Someone just littered in that river!" I lied quickly.

"Which bastard did it?!" He flamed and slammed on the brake.

I ran out with urgency, to the side of the road where I smelt it. I pushed past some vines and thick brush and found the remains of Japan in the washed up boat still burning. Yes, a half burned Japan was disturbing and smelly, but that wasn't the cause of my disgust of that putrid smell.

It was the thing standing above him…