A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger last chapter, lol. I tried to update as quickly as possible so you guys wouldn't get mad, so here you go~

America Freedom Jones

Arthur put his hands up, not knowing what else to do in a situation like this with the gun so close to his face. Not to mention, there was an American who suffered great tragedy that was in control of the trigger of the gun.

"America please!" he exclaimed, wide eyed, "What are you doing?!"

"Shut up!" America quickly replied, not lowering his aim, "Just… Shut up!"

Tears didn't seize to fall from his eyes as he spoke. To avoid getting a bullet through his head, England didn't dare to speak before America decided to finally explain the whole situation. The American held up England's apple Iphone, wincing as he touched it, but not lowering his gun.

"What is this…" America asked, "Is it a kind of phone?"

"Y-Ya," England replied hesitantly, still not sure if he was allowed to speak.

America looked at it once more, "I found it in your stuff. It was ringing so I answered it, and Japan was on the other line."

England wanted to ask him what Japan could have said, but he was afraid of angering America, so he stayed quiet. "I know you are probably wondering what Japan said to me, right? What kind of information he gave me about what the Hell is going on? Well I couldn't find out what he was going to tell me because the phone burned my hand."

The Brit gave an inner sigh of relief that Japan didn't get to bring himself into this. "With all the information that you guys know and aren't telling me, I have come to the conclusion that one of you caused this tragedy to happen!" America finished.

"Do you have anything to say?" America asked, not lowering the gun or the phone in both of his hands.

England nodded his head, "Two questions, actually. What does this have to do with my phone and what do you mean by I can help you finally?" He didn't want to ask any major questions because of the situation, but those were good enough to get some information out of him.

America shoved the phone into England's hand, having the Brit to have to quickly grab it so it didn't fall to the ground. When the American saw England's reaction to holding the phone, he said to himself, "Why doesn't it hurt you….?"

He shook his head, "Never mind that! This phone… It is a new kind of phone and I don't know how to use it. I need you to text all of the countries for me, and tell them something that will make them all come immediately. And obviously don't tell them I have a gun and I am going to kill whoever did this to me!"

England looked to the phone. He knew that if he didn't do what America said, it wouldn't be a surprise if he did actually shoot England. He was serious about this, and England couldn't blame him. He just couldn't put everyone else in danger though.

"What are you going to do if I don't text them?" England asked, yelling at himself in his mind for risking his life to ask such a stupid, rhetorical question. America looked down, tears falling probably from England being so stubborn, "I-I don't know! I'll shoot you and go after everyone else!"

That was when England realized that there was a simple solution to this. He kept his hands down by his side, so he wouldn't startle the American, as he said, "America… Shooting people who you just assume is guilty isn't a 'hero-like' thing to do, now is it?"

England's heart was beating fast, as he prayed under his breath for it to work to talk him out of all of this. "What do you mean?" Alfred asked, confused, but still not lowering the gun.

"Well," England replied, trying to think of something to say, "A hero saves people. You aren't saving people, you are planning on killing people, so that would make you the villain of this situation. I thought you always wanted to be a hero…"

He could hear America's breathing hitching up, making him ready to cry again, but he tried his best to keep his cool as he kept the gun up to England's face. "I am being a hero though! You guys are the villains! You killed my people! I am the hero because I am saving my own people!" he responded.

"But we didn't kill your people! You have to understand that, America!" England said, afraid he wouldn't be able to convince America that he was telling the truth.

"How can I trust you?!" America shouted, hands shaking as he was deciding if he should trust the Brit or not.

"Well I," England replied, hesitating for a moment to decide how to say the next few words correctly, "I love you… A-And I would never do anything to hurt you, America, you have to know that!"

"You love me?" America asked, almost only to himself, actually. He started to lower his gun as confusion and feelings filled his mind. "Yes, I do," England said, confirming his statement. When the gun was pointed towards the ground completely, England took the opportunity to hug the American to calm him down.

Still shocked, America hugged him back, "You love me…" he kept saying to himself almost in disbelief. England kept hugging him and rubbing light circles in his back, "Yes, I do… Very much, actually. I would never want something like this to happen to you…"

"I-If you love me," America pondered, lifting his arm with the gun in his hand up to his own head. England noticed this action and quickly jumped back to see what was going on. America had the gun to his head, crying once more, as he said, "If you really do love me than do this for me or else I will shoot!"

"What?!" England was shocked and surprise by the sudden action, "America please stop! This is all unreasonable!"

"Really?" America replied, not lowering his gun, "Because in my eyes the only unreasonable thing is what happened the other day, and what is reasonable is finding out which one of the countries did it and killing them!"

England looked at the phone he had been given just a few minutes ago, and realized that this was the only way to keep America safe. None of the countries were the cause of what happened on 9/11, so there wouldn't be any injuries!

He quickly texted all the countries:

America is back to normal! But he has important news that will affect all of us and our future. You all need to come back to France ASAP to find out, because something bad is happening and if we do not all know, it will soon end us. The world meeting will be held tomorrow at 8 pm, so far away countries have time to get here. Please do hurry.

England quickly sent the text, not knowing what he was making up, but the countries would definitely come to that text. "Ok I sent it! Now please just put the gun down! Everyone will be here tomorrow at 8 pm, so put the gun away!"

America did so, but kept the gun close so England couldn't steal it. He was going to find out who did this, and he was going to make them pay.

~(***)~

A day had passed with England on edge about what was going to happen, and worried if he made the right choice or not of letting the countries come to this. He kept thinking about how far America would go to get answers.

America was getting ready for the world meeting, trying to look as stable as he could, while England didn't care about how he looked, because he was too paranoid to worry about silly things like that.

France had knocked on the door when he sent out the text, asking to come in to see the regular America again, but England answered with a, "He wants to make a grand comeback and wants to see everyone only at the world meeting. Don't worry, he isn't mad at all!" With enough arguing, England finally got France and the other countries outside the door to leave.

America put the gun in his belt and hid it by putting his bomber jacket on. "You ready to go? They should all be in there by now," America said, frowning, as he adjusted his usual outfit he wore to world meetings.

"Ya," England answered, frowning at what they were about to do. It wasn't really just America's fault anymore. It was his fault. It was more his fault than America's actually, since he was the reason why America was in that state of mind and the reason why all the countries were in the meeting room, too.

America opened the door and started to walk down the hall, a little confused on what hotel he was in, but he blamed it on shock that he couldn't remember where he was. He kept walking until he got to the elevator and got in it with England following closely behind.

While in the elevator, England suddenly remembered that America was about to find out that they were in France and not in America, so he came up with something quickly to make him not suspect France for anything. "Uh, just to remind you, your government thought it was best for you to stay outside of the country for a while, so you are now in France. I don't know if you remember that or not…"

America looked at him suspiciously, but quickly rolled his eyes, and replied, "Of course I remember… Just lead me to the meeting center." England smirked, knowing that America was lying about remembering, but he kept quiet and led him to the meeting center.

When they got there, America turned to England, "I want you to sit down the entire time and not say a word. You are the only person I trust right now, and I need you to be on my side no matter what happens. There is a killer within those countries, and I will find out who."

"O-Ok…" England muttered, looking down. He went in ahead of America and sat down in his seat at the crowded table of countries that were all staring at him. It only took five seconds for all the countries to bombard him with questions about America.

England looked up at all of their happy and confused faces and immediately regretted all of this. Sure this was to keep America from shooting himself, but was it worth someone or possibly everyone getting injured? Not to mention, no one would ever trust him again…

The Brit stayed quiet, trying to ignore them all before the door swung open and America walked in, smiling, almost like he wasn't in the era of tragedy anymore and was his happy usual self that he displayed to everyone. England wasn't that surprised that he was acting happy and perfectly fine in front of everyone because he didn't want to seem weak, but this was almost freaky how he masked his feelings so well. It made him think how often the American did it and to what extent…

America grinned as he greeted everyone, "Hello everyone! I am sorry to ask you guys to come here so randomly and quickly, but this really is important!" America stepped over the table and into the center of the room where he could see everyone. The room was quiet, as everyone was waiting for him to announce what was so important to all of them.

"Some people are missing…" he said to himself, frowning.

"England," he said, directing his attention towards the Brit, "A couple of countries are missing, why is that?"

England bit his lip, as he noticed who was missing and figured that that was probably who attacked him before, and they were being held up somewhere. Germany and Italy were there at the meeting, so the other countries must have been left somewhere alone, but hopefully unable to escape from wherever they were.

He shrugged, "Some countries couldn't get away from their country in the short time you wanted them. I know who is missing though and they have nothing to do with this."

The faces of the countries around the room changed to a confused expression, but England didn't care because they were all going to find out what was really going on in just a second. "America we are glad you are back to normal, but what is going on? You said you wanted to tell us something important and we don't have all day…." Germany spoke up.

America was now the one with the confused look, but then looked to England assuming that what Germany said had something to do with the excuse that got them all to come there. He smirked and turned back to Germany, laughing.

"Ya about that…" he said, still laughing, "I lied." He then pulled out his gun and pointed it towards everyone, turning to all parts of the room so everyone could get a good look at what was really going on. Gasps could be heard around the room, and England closed his eyes, not wanting to know what was going to happen now. There was no turning back from what was going to happen.

"America! England! What is going on?!" England could hear some countries ask, but no one got up for they knew America was not afraid to shoot anyone who acted out against him. America waited for all the commotion to die down before saying, "I am sure you are all aware of the attack the happened against me just a few days ago, right?" he smiled, knowing that that would answer everyone's questions to why they were there.

Except, only looks of confusion were a response. That was until Italy spoke up, "Oh you mean what England did to you?"

England's heart then skipped a beat, knowing that America was probably going to think he was behind 9/11 now. "…What?" America asked, looking over to England who was now trying his best to remember a spell on disappearing.

"England…" the Brit heard America say in a low voice, causing his skin to have goosebumps. He opened his eyes to see America in the center of the room, now pointing his gun at him, "What does Italy mean?"

"Uh…. Guys he is talking about 9/11…" England tried to subtly say without making America angry. Many 'Oh….' s filled the room after that, but America said, "Why are you telling them that? Of course they know I am talking about the attack on the twin towers! It is a huge tragedy that wouldn't make sense to not be talked about, so they knew! Which means… You attacked me! You lied to me and said that I could trust you and you could fix this, but you were lying the whole time!"

America had tears in his eyes from the betrayal that he was feeling. England started to get up, "No, no, I would never do that to you! You have to believe me!"

He was suddenly cut off by America clicking the revolver of his gun, ready to shoot England. The gun was pointed at his chest, shaking because the American was holding in his sobs. "Can you at least tell me why you did it…." He said in almost a whisper as he looked down.

"I didn't do it, America! Please you have to believe me! Everyone, tell him that I did not attack the twin towers because he is not listening to me!" England said, looking up at everyone.

France nodded his head, "Amerique it is true, Angleterre would never do something like that because he loves you! You have to know that!"

America looked up at him, still hurt from thinking that England would do something so terrible to him. "Then why did Italy say England did it? Was he lying? Italy always tells the truth under pressure though so he obviously couldn't have been lying!"

Italy spoke up, "I thought you were talking about a different tragedy, America! England didn't do anything!"

America's eyes widened and he groaned, "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Stop playing with my mind! I know what you all are doing! Tell me the truth now!" He kept his gun aimed at England, but looked around at everyone, not caring if they saw his tears anymore.

Silence filled the room, for no one knew what to say. No one wanted to mention who really did it, because that would hurt America because of the magic, but it was either that or someone got seriously injured.

America sniffled and nodded his head, as he said, "Ok… I see the truth now. You all are protecting England, but it is obvious he did it. He always hated me… and treated me like, like shit! But I see now that all this time he has been trying to destroy me," America looked to England and smiled, "Well congratulations, Iggy… You win this time…"

England could almost see the next actions ten years in advance, as America's gun started to point in a different direction other than him. Everything was almost in slow motion as England watched America start to point the gun at himself. Without thinking, England jumped over the table and to America and tried to grab his gun.

Crying, America could still fight against him strongly, and did so, trying to get a better grip of the gun. "Please, England stop!" America screamed, "Let me do this!"

"N-No!" England yelled, trying to get the gun out of his hand. Both had a strong grip on the gun as they were struggling to get it from each other. England saw the barrel of the gun pointed at them, and knew that if he didn't take it fast, this little fight would not end well at all. He was about ready to manage to take it out of America's hands when a loud noise sounded from their hands. America had accidentally pulled the trigger on the gun.

A/N: I love how I ended a cliffhanger just to give you guys an even worse cliffhanger. :3 Can't say I'm not a tiny bit proud.

Reviews are much appreciated!

~NorwegianPilot17