UPDATE! XD Sorry it's late (AGAIN!) But I was out of the country and just came back this morning!

First of all: Please visit the poll on my profile as I made it to help me decide my next project! It will be open until I put up the last chapter of this story (AKA: the next one) which will be in just under a week hopefully!

Also, the warnings for this chapter are swearing, violence, blood and character death (my first death scene so wish me luck!)

ENJOY!

"ENGLAND?" America yelled as he kicked aside fragments of the front door, "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"The…dining…room…" The voice in America's head was growing weak, whatever was holding England was strengthening it's defences.

America bolted towards the dining room door and flung it open as the other countries came to join him.

The room was long and cold with a candle chandelier letting off very little light and causing long shadows to flicker on the walls. Other than that, it was dark and the open window was no help. It let in cold breezes whilst the red, satin curtains fluttered lazily. The long table was set for a banquet, but not like one you would normally see. There was food which even England himself wouldn't eat as well as raw meat, metal parts of some sort of car or bicycle and even something which seemed to be a rotting corpse! (America hoped it was that of an animal but wasn't sure.)

A faint sound of crying could be heard him the far corner and, when the party turned to find the source of it, saw England sat in the shadows, shaking and crying whist hugging his knees.

"Angleterre!" France ran over to the cowering nation as they looked up.

"F-France?" France knelt down and pulled England into a tight embrace.

"It's okay now, mon ami. You don't need to suffer anymore!"

"France…" The younger nation whimpered. "T-Thank you…" He moved his head closer to France's ear and whispered gently, "…For being such a sucker!"

France gave a yelp of pain as he tore himself away from the Brit and ran back to the others who gasped in shock for now the Frenchman had lost a small chuck from the bottom of his ear! It had been replace by a huge bit mark which looked like that of a small sharks! Germany was the first to speak.

"Mein Gott! France, are you alright?" The Frenchman laughed.

"Oh, it's nothing! I'm a nation so it will grow back!"

"Ja, but still…" Germany began, only to be interrupted by England's harsh laughter. America stepped forward.

"Come on out and fight fairly you cowardly Sin!" Glutton laughed.

"If you say so…America." It said, making sure to make the nation's name sound very mocking in England's voice as it stepped out of the shadows. America's blood ran cold.

The Sin had dressed England in his old revolutionary war uniform. The Red coat fluttered lifelessly in the wind as England's emerald eyes, the only feature which would normaly have bourght a hint of kindness to the outfit, glimmered a deep, blood red. Germany growld.

"That bastard…" He hissed. "This is going too far!" He was about to run over and fight the Sin himself but Japan held him back.

"Germany-san!" The German turned around to see Japan's eyes wide with horror and worry, he sighed.

Of course! America and England are two of Japan's closest friends! If I feel bad only barely knowing them then I can only imagine how it feels for him and France! I can't make it worse for them.

He nodded at Japan as a signal that he would do nothing and turned back to watch the on coming battle.

I guess it's down to you, America. Good luck!

America glared at the figure before him and growled.

"How dare you…" The Sin laughed.

"What's the matter? Don't like my new look?"

"Don't play innocent with me! You knew that forcing England to wear that uniform would tear him apart!" Glutton snickered.

"So what? Soon I will have drained all of his power and will be able to become my own being again with England as my slave! Soon he will have no feeling, memory or emotion! Just the knowledge that I am his master and that his purpose is to serve me!" America narrowed his eyes.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch! I know Iggy way more than anyone-well… maybe not as much as France but still-he would never betray his friends!"

"He never would but he soon will!"

"Try saying that when you're locked up in your cute little box!" America yelled as he dashed forward to launch his first attack, the Sin chuckled.

"With pleasure! I could do with some activity to help me gain an appetite for my celebration feast! The centre dish: America stew!"

Glutton calmly dodged America's first punch and swiped at the American like some sort of wild animal. America ducked and dodged the first three swipes but the fourth hit.

"Shit!" He hissed as he held his hand up to his bleeding cheek to try and weaken the scratches' pain, scowling as Glutton licked the blood off England's hand with satisfaction.

"America! Don't give up! You have my permission to hurt me! Just stop it! Please!" America felt his muscles tighten as England's pleas ran through his head.

"Don't worry England!" He muttered. "The hero's coming!"

He charged forward again, this time dodging all of the swipes as he launched yet another punch. Glutton stepped out of the way but the punch only missed their head by inches, causing them to be face to face with America. The American's eyes widened.

That's right…The last time our faces were this close was…

"Yay! I love you, England!"

"Yes…Well…I love you too, America."

Before America knew what he was doing, his eyes were closed and he had tilted the Englishman's head upwards so their lips met. The deadly banquet hall, his fellow comrades and Glutton's surprised look etched on the Brit's face all faded to white.

When America opened his eyes again, he was in a meadow. A wild meadow to be exact. The tall grass swayed in the cool breeze under clear blue skies. The field was dotted with little red and yellow wild flowers. The place looked familiar…too familiar…

"America? Is that really you? Or is it another illusion?"

The hero turned to see England looking at him in confusion and nervousness. The real England.

He was wearing a white shirt with puffy sleeves and a purple neck tie complete with dark blue trousers and matching waist coat. This was also familiar to America who just smiled.

"Yeah it's me. Where are we anyway?" England suddenly became quite angry.

"Never mind asking where you are, I should be asking you why you are here! Don't you know that it is impolite to walk into somebody's heart without their permission?"

So that was why the place seemed so familiar! It was designed to look like the day America and England had first met! The younger nation raised his hands in false surrender.

"Whoa, whoa! Dude, calm down! It's not like I meant to come here! I just kissed you and-"

"WHAT?" England's face turned bright red. "W-Why?" America started to panic.

"Erm…no reason! Anyway, shouldn't you be locked up in your mind like they do in possession movies and anime?" England shook his head, secretly relived that the subject had been changed.

"No, although I am certain the others were held in their minds. I have been imprisoned in here because that bloody Sin thinks it is powerful enough to show off! I also think it's just to stop me from fighting back and make me feel too happy to leave but…" England looked down at his feet.

"It just reminds me of life before that day…All of those memories we had and the bond we shared…now shattered and irreplaceable!" America grabbed England and held him tight.

"But it is replaceable!" He said. "And it never needed replacing! The war between us broke no bond, in fact it made them stronger! It made me realize how much I took you for granted when I was a kid and made me appreciate you more each day!" England said nothing as America rubbed the older nation's back gently.

"Don't worry, England," he said soothingly. "I'm going to rescue you so sit tight, okay?"

He could feel a sudden faint dampness on his shoulder close to where England had nuzzled his head into. America took a couple of seconds to figure out what it was:

Tears.

"England? Are you-?"

"Listen, America." Interrupted the Brit. "When this is over, tell Scotland to burn the box and that he and Wales must take over my land pronto! As I am part of the Uk, my people will not die immediately but they will if nobody takes over after twenty four hours!" America's eyes widened.

"I-Iggy…What are you saying? You're gonna make it! I'll make sure of that! I'm the hero, remember?" The Brit looked up, tears in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips.

"It's too late, America! The Sin is too strong to perish under the ritual alone! I can weaken it but it will cost me all of my remaining magic and energy!" He chuckled. "It's funny really. I wanted to save the world so things would go on everyday as usual. Fighting with France, yelling at you and Prussia in meetings, cooking with Italy and drinking tea with Germany and China and Japan." His voice went higher and got faster. "And sitting through the endless pointless Allies meetings, telling off Sealand, hiding from Hungary and her many cameras, just…surviving every world meeting were no progress is ever made!" Me chuckled again. "But I guess it would be better for those little things to carry on everyday without me than to stop happening overall!" Now it was America's turn to cry.

"No…You can't do this! Please tell me you're joking! That this is one big practical joke!""

England smiled as he wiped the tears off America's cheek with his hand.

"Goodbye, America! I-"

America hit the ground as Glutton pushed him away and onto the ground.

"I hope you said your last words to England because I have no time to deal with such silly little affairs. I have dinner to prepare!" They picked up England's wand from the table and raised it high, America flinched and readied himself for impact.

…Nothing happened!

He opened his eyes as he heard the other nations gasp.

"England-san!"

In front of America was a flickering hologram of a certain Brit. It was hard to tell what he was saying and his lips moved in quick, jerky movements and his eyes were closed.

"Santara baadara uinzaana…uonpaatourana intekantera…I summon you from the very peaks of heaven…" England opened his eyes. "COME FOURTH: BRITANNIA ANGEL!"

A large explosion of light filled the room as the only England in the room now was the one in the revolutionary uniform. He screamed in agony as white lightening bolted through his body and two large white wings began to tear out of the coat.

"A…mer…ica…" He gagged. "Help…" America didn't need to be told twice!

He dive forward and held England to his chest as the golden light returned.

"It's okay, Iggy! It's almost over!"

From the depths of my heart, goodness rests with in…

I hear by banish this deadly sin…

To return England to the light…

Sin of Glutton, RETURN TO THE NIGHT!

The collar around England's neck flew away an into the box, the lid snapped shut for the final time as Japan said:

"The artefact of Glutton had been captured! The world is free of Sin once again!"

But no one celebrated.

All eyes were focused on the personification of England as he lay in a sobbing American's arms. Those who didn't know his torture would have thought he was just sleeping when he had really faded away with the red fog.

France knelt down to comfort America along with Italy and Japan. Russia and China held hands and closed their eyes in remembrance of there fellow Allie. Even Germany shed a tear!

America looked up at the ceiling as the last of the fog began to vanish, just like what had now just left an empty shell of a man in a ragged revolutionary war uniform.

America passed the body to France before getting up and running out of the room, England's last words to him still lingering in his head."

Goodbye, America! I love you!

SO SAD WAAAAAAAA . Incase anyones wondering, yes the incarnation bit England said is from the subbed episode where he summons Russia as well as from in th Demon summoning/ marshmallow song (what ever you guys call it)

So next time will be the last chapter where the Sins will be destroyed and there will be Iggy's funeral.

So see you then and don't forget to vote on my poll!

BYE!

EDIT PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT THE WHOLE IGGY THING! Okay so I'm sorry if people are mad at me for killing Iggy but it's super important for the ending! Seriously, I have a really cute idea to finish off America's arch as well as end the revolutionary war part which was in the scene in his heart so I'm sorry and please don't kill me! DX