A/N: hey people!
This chapter and another one. That's it. This is the final to last chapter. I already have the last one typed up too.
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Emily frowned. She sighed as she fell to her knees and turned onto her back so that she looked up at the ceiling.
Nothing was making sense anymore. Nothing.
She had looked into the future again, mostly to satisfy her own curiosity. This time there was only blackness. Nothing. No emotions. No scenes. Nothing.
That meant the future itself was confused. The future was not sure which way the present was heading and instead of showing anything it had decided to allow the events to go on as they were and wait for something solid.
The scene where she was shot by either her father or Russia was gone as well.
Alex had come while she was lost in her thoughts and had laid next to her and curled around her like they have done so many times before.
She put her arms around him. She couldn't die. She was still needed. Alex needed her, he needed an older sister. What would happen to him if she died? Who would he go to when he had a nightmare and didn't want to wake up papa or Otets? Who would comfort him during thunderstorms which he was secretly terrified of? Who would he tell his secrets to or his fears?
She held her little brother tighter.
Alfred turned the corner whistling a tune, it sounded suspiciously like the Russian national anthem.
Suddenly he ran into a body. The body of England to be correct.
"America!" England exclaimed.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Listen there's something I want to tell you."
"I'm all ears."
"It's about everything that has been happening here, the so-called future."
"Um…England."
"Listen. I want you to know something very important."
"Um England I need to say something."
"Hush up and listen America. No matter what we see here or what others say."
"No really England, you need to listen to me."
"America I'm trying to be romantic here. No matter what…"
"Iggy."
"America for the love of the queen! I love you. No matter what I love you."
Alfred rubbed the back of his head. "Gee England. I'm flattered and everything but…" he raised his hand that had his wedding band. "I'm kinda a married man."
The blood drained from England's face. "You…you're…"
Alfred nodded. "The one from the future. Good job though." he added giving a thumbs up as he continued forward leaving a sputtering England.
Alfred shook his head and continued to sing lightly. "Russia-our holy nation. Russia-our beloved country. A mighty will, great glory."
Russia walked back to his plane in silence, his mind running with all that has happened in the last two days.
The time period where the universe was broken was coming to an end. The universe would fix itself and thereby sending the time travelers home to their original time.
And if they were to be believed it would be quite a while until he would be able to see those wonderful children once again. The little boy who took after Alfred the most and the little girl who took after him.
Russia smiled. Through all this time periods of bloodshed and hate. War after war. Each day more and more people dying. A time filled with hatred and fear and repulsion. From what he saw the future was clear of that. There were no signs of stress in his other self's eyes. There was no sign of the madness that has plagued him for centuries. There was no sign of unhappiness or anything negative.
There was only happiness. Being with the ones that you love and who love you back.
He had to admit there was a moment he was jealous. Completely overcome with jealousy. And as with any kind of jealousy that he had felt in his life he felt the need to get rid of what made him jealous.
He was able to see it clearly in his head. Picking up his gun. Shooting one child and then the other. Watching the happiness in the other mans face shatter and be destroyed.
Until he realized something.
That was him. It was him. He was the one who was filled with happiness. He was the one who had no worries. He was the one who was loved.
It was all him. He would gain all that. All he had to do was be patient. He had waited this long he can wait some more.
And this time he almost knew when it was to be expected.
And the countdown begins.
"You're wrong." Alex mumbles.
Emily turned to him. "What?"
"Your wrong." he repeated.
"About what?"
"What you said about the future." he said. "That it can't be changed."
"Al…"
"No listen. Your wrong and I know it. The future isn't set in stone Emmy. It can be changed. And what you saw? I am betting you anything that it won't happen."
Emily sighed. "You don't know that."
"No. I do. It's not going to happen."
Ivan walked around the house uncertain. There were only a few hours left until they would be able to go home and he wasn't sure how to spend the remaining time.
No matter what he did America treated him with nothing but suspicion. Every little thing he did was regarded with the belief that he was about to do something horrible.
He knew that his own homeland had been filled with suspicion and paranoia but he had no idea America had gone through the same thing as well.
It was rather funny really.
"Otets! Otets!" a voice called.
Ivan turned and smiled. Alex was walking towards him. Once he was in front of Ivan he lifted his arms.
"Up?" he asked.
Ivan obediently picked up his son. Alex curled along Ivan's chest and sighed.
"Now tell me son. What is going on between you and Emily?" Ivan asked.
Alex bit his lip before saying "Emily had a vision."
"And what did she see?"
"You and her."
"What were we doing?" he asked patiently.
"Something bad happened."
"Like what?" when trying to get something out of Alex that he didn't really want to say one needed to be very patient.
Alfreds blue eyes looked up at him. "She saw you, or the other you, shooting her."
Ivan's heart stopped for a moment. "What?"
"She saw you, or the other you, shooting her." Alex repeated.
Ivan quickly thought back to when he saw the past him. He was boarding a plane to go back to his house. He himself had no desire to even punish let alone shoot his daughter.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Alex nodded. "Now she can't see anything about the future. What does that mean?"
Ivan relaxed. "It means that the future itself doesn't know what is going to happen. It is waiting for something to define itself."
"Does it mean what she saw wont happen?" Alex asked.
Ivan smiled. "Yes, I think it means that."
"Knew it." Alex said smugly.
Alfred fell back onto the couch in the library. There was nothing to do here. There was no cable. Very little TV compared to what he was used to. No movies that he loved or shows. Books weren't written yet. His ass was still sore from having sex with Ivan last night with no lube. And to top it all off his kids were avoiding him and Ivan.
Actually to top it all off he had promised that he would go with Matt to look at tuxes for him, Ivan, and Alex and Emily would go with Ekaterina and Natalya to look at dresses.
Matt was going to kick his ass in for missing that.
Light started to surround him. He blinked once and brought his hand to his face. He was being surrounded in light.
What the hell?
Ivan put back the book he had been leafing through. The familiar sense of magic was starting to fill the air.
Light began to surround him.
He smiled.
They were finally going back.
Alex and Emily held hands. Both were smiling.
"You were right Alex." Emily whispered. "That future isn't going to happen."
Alex grinned. "Told ya." he said smugly. "The future isn't set in stone."
Light gently enveloped the duo.
England glanced up at the air.
"Something wrong?" America asked.
"There is a lot of magic filling the air." England said.
"So?"
"The others are being sent back to their time."
Canada walked through the house one more time just to make sure.
"What do we do now?" Ukraine asked.
"Now? Now we call both of their presidents. Ask them. And if they don't know then we call the police." Canada said.
He took one step towards the phone when a gentle light started to fill the room. Canada looked up at the ceiling.
All of a sudden the bodies of Ivan, Alfred, Alex, and Emily in that order fell appeared and fell from nowhere and landed on top of Canada.
"Ah!" he screamed. "My back!"
"Matt?" Alfred said peering down on him from on top of Ivan. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Canada yelled. "Two things! One where the hell have you been! And two, please get off of me!"
Scooping up the children Ivan and Alfred stood up.
"Are you two alright?" Ivan asked the children.
They nodded.
"Where on earth were you four?" Ukraine asked.
The four of them shared a look.
"You wouldn't believe it even if we told you."
One more chapter and that's it.
I already have that chapter typed up. When I post that this story will be the first multichapter story I have written that I finished.
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