This is the last chapter of "Hetalia: United children of America'. Don't worry I'm already making a sequel and it WILL include the states I never mentioned I just wanted to make a series if you know what I mean :).

This goes out to everyone out there who suffers from mental illness, I know that the road to recovery is a difficult one for I'm walking this path now. I have acute schizophrenia and PTSD.

"Isabella Albany Jones why?" Alfred asked sadly as he saw his daughter walking around the padded room of the rehab she was admitted too. Natalia held her husbands hand and looked at him sadly, she tried her best to comfort him.

The day she was admitted, Isabella followed her parents to the world's summit in NYC because she felt like it. Alfred knew that it was a bad idea but the young state would not listen, as always. When she walked in she saw Afghanistan sitting there sorting paperwork and just like the last time she saw him, she snapped and attacked him, she was screaming bloody murder again but this time she was saying things that just didn't make sense. After she was taken away, Alfred had enough and told the secret service who were used to act as the girl's bodyguards to take her to the rehab center for the mentally ill, he had an aching feeling that New York must've developed something from 9/11 but she never told him anything.

"Mr and Mrs Jones?" a doctor asked holding a tablet.

The countries looked and nodded, the doctor tapped the screen and spoke.

"We talked to Isabella and it seems that she has prolonged depression and PTSD," He said sadly," We recommend that she stay here for five days so she can get the treatment she needs."

Natalia placed a hand over her mouth when the doctor said the diagnosis and cried when she heard that her little girl might stay in the hospital. Even though she didn't bear the child, she loved young Isabella as if she were her own as she did with all the other girls that became hers when she exchanged wedding vows with Alfred.

Alfred took off is glasses and rubbed his eyes,"I'll tell her."

The doctor nodded and opened the door to let the parents in, Isabella jerked her head and smiled when she saw her parents.

"Daddy, Mamma," She ran to them and smiled,"What did they say?"

Alfred made a sad smile and placed a hand on his girl's shoulder," My little Liberty, they said that you have to stay here for a while."

The smile disappeared, Isabella made face she used to make when she was little " What?"

"You're sick honey, you need help," Natalia replied," How long have been this way?"

"Take a guess Momma," The girl muttered.

They knew what she meant.

Isabella began to cry," Daddy, Momma please don't leave me here," She grabbed her fathers suit in a tight grip," I'm crazy, I swear please."

Alfred gently pried the teens hands off," I'm sorry Isabella but you need help like your mother said."

The girl shook her head," I don't need help, I made it pretty well without any help, I'm the hero we don't need help."

"Sometimes heroes need a little help," America said sadly," I promise you'll be alright."

The girl began to have a crying fit, she kept saying that she wasn't crazy and that she wanted her Felici. Natalia held her daughter close and whispered a lullaby in Belarusian, it calmed her down a little. It was a soft tune and soon Alfred began to sing it also, even though he wanted to sing his lullabies.

As her mother sang, Isabella fell into a deep slumber. She began to dream that she was in a beautiful field, she felt at peace... for the first time in years.

For the next five days, Alfred and Natalia watched as Isabella began to make some progress. She still had her moments but she was more mellow about it, she took a variety of medicine until she found a dose that made her calmer and helped her sleep.

After the five-day treatment, Isabella was check out and she disappeared to Italy.

And the adventure continues.

The last chapter. I will make the second installment during springbreak so be patient.

So good bye for now :)

JA