Disclaimer: check previous chapters because I'm just too lazy 0.o

Sorry for the delay people, school work and falling in love with Evangelion got in the way! Hey, don't forget about the poll on my profile for who is the best america! Go check it out!

Soundtrack for this chapter is: NONE THAT'S RIGHT, this chapter is left up to your own imagination. (if not solely for the fact that I couldn't find a fitting soundtrack of awesomness to do it proper justice...)

The poems belong to me (most of them-the ones in this chapter are mine)

Liar liar pants on fire

Hanging from a telephone wire

Pull the rope and hang him higher

Leave the world and climb the spire

All the color drained from England's face and he stood up abruptly from his seat in Alfred's arms.

"I made you?! I'm the reason Alfred's been suffering?!"

Billy giggled and twirled in a circle with a whistle, "Partly. Sorta. Maybe. Maybe not. No matter, you may have not made me...but you directed me towards a better host than a wooden doll."

"H-Host?"

"Yes. Host. The doll your brothers sent to you had a curse on it and when you tried to reverse it and turn it into something good you did the opposite: you made me. I lived in the soldiers waiting for something even better, and that's when you gave me to Alfred. You added to my design, by making me with the purpose of being Alfred's gift, you bound me to him and him to me. We are one and the same."

Arthur felt sick, his stomach churning and skin growing clammy, "I-I...Alfred I...Alfred?" He turned back to Alfred, bent on apologizing his heart out, but was surprised to find Alfred smiling brightly. It was a smile he had never seen on the boy, a smile of pure relief.

"It's okay Arthur...this is perfect..."

Matthew gaped and Francis choked on his saliva, "Perfect?! But mon ami-"

"It means I'm real."

There was silence, save for Billy's insane giggling.

Arthur bit his lip before breaking out into a grin of his own, "That's right Alfred...you're America...you always have been..."

Bit walked over and smacked Alfred up the side of the head, "Idiot, I told you!"

Arthur watched as the comical scene of Alfred whining while Bit and Andrew yelled at him.

"I think that we should play a game!"

The group turned to Billy and gulped. The field suddenly wiped out into an oldfashioned ballroom, and England gasped. "This is my house!" Indeed, they were now all standing in the middle of an enormous peach colored ballroom with cream curtains and expensive chandeliers.

"Yes~I'm only going off a memory-but I really like this place! It's so open!"

Billy twirled in the middle of the floor, arms outstretched and giggling madly. Suddenly, Bit tackled England to the ground, "Get down!" A bullet narrowly missed the Englishman and imbedded into the wall behind him with a bang. Alfred, without hesitation, tore a hand gun out of his own pocket and flung it at Bit who caught it expertly mid-air.

"Get them out of here now!" Andrew nodded and dragged Arthur off the floor by his arm and screamed at Francis and Matthew to follow. England looked after Alfred in bewilderment, only to receive a reassuring smile as he was dragged into a doorway.

A bang of a door and they were gone.

Billy giggled at Bit and Alfred who stood side by side with equally serious looks on their faces.

"You're funny-trying to get them to safety? Did you forget whose world this is?"

Alfred smirked, "Did you forget whose house this is? If anyone can find their way out it'll be Arthur, and besides...they have the world's biggest badass protecting them. He might not look like it, but Andrew is goddamned genius."

"So all we need to do is get to the basement so you can work your magic, right?"

"I-In theory, yes I should be able to reverse my brothers' curse."

"Mon ami, what should Matthieu and moi do?"

"Can you shoot?"

"Oui, I was in war you know."

"Then start shooting."

Andrew threw off his suit jacket to reveal crisscrossing bandoliers around his torso, weighed down with ammunition and around his waist was a band of grenades. On his back were two heavy-duty assault rifles and twin hand guns with several packs of cartridges.

He handed the guns and cartridges to France and Canada, and gave them a smirk when he saw their stunned faces, "What? This may be Billy's world, but it's still America's mind...I can get some exceptions to the rules of reality."

England shrugged off the shock and reached for a sword he had mounted on the wall, "What should we expect from Billy in terms of obstacles?"

Andrew shrugged, "Fucked up monsters and mind tricks probably, who knows with that creepy little shit?"

"Bloody fantastic."

A rumbling caught their attention from behind.

"The fuck is that noise-IS THAT A FUCKING PANZER?!"

The armored tank barreled down the hallway behind the four at an alarming speed. Painted black and red it was imposing against the dark faded wallpaper and crunching of wood beneath its "wheels". Andrew pulled out his rifles with a flurry of gray and began a whirlwind assault on the tank's gears. He skidded to a halt and shouted at the others to go on ahead, seemingly unfazed by the oncoming tank.

"Are you insane?! You'll get crushed mon cher!"

"Just leave it to the big guns frenchy and take the canadian and the brit to the basement! I got this!"

Francis shot back one last desperate look at the smug looking Andrew before leading the others down and around the corner towards the brit's basement door. Andrew smirked and turned back to the approaching tank and reloaded.

"Keep 'em safe, for Alfred's sake."

Bit rolled away from another gunshot, this one managing to graze his shoulder. Billy had set an array of floating gun around him, all varying in size and shape. Alfred was a little worse for wear, already having a bullet lodged in his calf. Billy was winning, that much was apparent from the amount of damage they had been able to deal him.

Which was none.

The guns they fired were being literally shot out of the air and they didn't see any hope of getting past that wall of weapons anytime soon. Bit shot a glance at the panting Alfred who had a hand pressed on his leg, crimson soaking the fabric of his pants and dripping past his fingers.

The only hope they had was that Arthur reached the basement in time.

France shot down yet another mangled dog that looked like it had crawled it's way straight out the pits of hell. Canada was shooting down the canines left and right, splattering brains onto the already stained hardwood floors. They were getting nowhere fast and they knew it.

They were running out of time.

He didn't want to seperate from Arthur, he knew that it wasn't in the Brit's best interest to leave him alone, but he knew it had to be done.

"Matthieu, we need to say behind and deal with these things and leave Arthur to his own devices. You agree with me?"

"Oui, papa."

"N-No I'm not just going to leave you behind-"

"Arthur!"

The frenchman's voice left no room for argument, and Francis took a deep breath before doing what he knew he should have done ages ago.

And kissed the man he loved so much.

Canada felt like puking and was thankful that another dog came out of nowhere to distract his attention. Seeing his two father figures make out was not something he found pleasant to watch.

They broke apart after what seemed like ages, and Arthur gave a ghost of a smile.

"Adieu mon amor, I won't die."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Dammit!" Alfred swore as another bullet tore through his flesh, this time it was his shoulder. Glass broke around them and he felt like it would have been the perfect time to crack a Matrix joke if Arthur was there to make fun of him for it. Despite the pain he felt and the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he had never felt happier in his life.

As he charged forward blindly, ignoring the pain of broken glass scratching up his face, he couldn't recall a time that he was more at peace.

I'm real

I'm real

I'm real

I'm re-

He rummaged through the potions with tremulous fingers and leafed through pages of dusty books like a madman. He didn't care that he was spilling things and that the array was sloppier than usual.

He just needed it do work.

That was all.

Shouting out the incantation with all he had, he could only pray.

Please let this work!

Please let this work just this once!

I'll never practice magic again!

Just keep Alfred safe!

Flashes of green and blue burst around him like fireworks, slowly building up intensity to the point where he had to shield his eyes against the glare. He steeled himself at the shock of the spell and the bookcases around him crumbled under the force of impact. The walls around him shook and broke and he felt the floor beneath him begin to cave. He closed his eyes and muttered a quick teleportation spell, praying that he got the words correctly.

A flash of white and he was suddenly surrounded in gun smoke.

In gun smoke and blood.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around wildly. The ballroom was trashed, as if a bomb had gone off, and there wasn't a single pane of glass that was still intact. He saw Bit, crouched a good ways off over something he couldn't really see due to the angle and he stood to get a better view.

He blood ran cold and his stomach dropped.

I dont' regret anything...

He ran on trembling legs towards the scene.

Death doesn't scare me...

His vision spun and he felt sick.

My life has never been a waste...

He reached Bit and suddenly reared back, falling backwards.

I only wish...

He clapped a hand over his mouth and turned away.

That I'd have realized it sooner...

Tears began to flow unrestrained from his eyes and he saw that Bit was sobbing freely over the boy in his arms.

That I...

The man in his arms.

That I am...

Despite the face that the entire left side of his face was gone, blasted away by something terrible, Arthur couldn't recall a single time when Alfred had ever smiled brighter.

That I am...

I am the United States of America