Author's note

4 months.

I know.

AHHHHHH LOYAL READERS IM SO SORRY!!! LIFE DO BE CATCHING UP WITH ME! I have been spending a lot of time writing for Hetalia rps- mainly in the Hetalia 2021 Rebound discord server! I've been on vacations abd camp and trying to school and rp and IT WAS A LOT YA KNOW

But you don't have to worry.

I'm here.

As I've said before, this fanfic will never be abandoned, it WILL be finished even if it takes me a while lmao. Chapter 19 is in the works and while I can't promise a date I can promise it's gonna be good!!

Without further ado, here it is:

Chapter 18

At the base, in a room prepared for Iceland.

Iceland got out of the shower and put on some fresh clothes. He hadn't even noticed he had been wearing the same clothes for almost 4 days. He almost felt like throwing them away, as he couldn't bring himself to wear them again, it would just remind him of what went on that night.

'If I had just sneaked my phone under the table.' He thought. He shuddered at the image of Sweden and Finland burned into his brain.

Sure, he'd seen them, Nor, and Den in bad shape before, but they had always revived on the spot if they died, and he really had only seen Norway or Denmark actually die, never Sweden and Finland. It was hard to think of another nation killing for personal reasons.

He took a comb and ran it through his soft, white hair. No matter how nice he got it to look, it didn't make his bloodshot eyes or puffy cheeks look any better. Frustrated, he threw the comb across the room and let out a groan.

"I can't with this." He sighed.

'What a sick person,' he thought. They were the Nordics. Of all the countries, 'why them?'

"I agree." Iceland didn't even bother to turn around, he was used to his brother letting himself into his room.

"I didn't even say anything…"

"You didn't need to, I read your thoughts." Iceland shot him a look.

"That's very invasive."

Norway just shrugged and layed on the bed.

"You are making yourself too comfortable for this not being your room."

"I am your bror, but I guess that means nothing in the eyes of my Lilliebror…" He pretended to pout. Iceland wasn't amused by his joke.

"Drop it. The more you bring it up, the worse I feel."

"Good. You should feel bad about it." Norway rolled over and flopped on his stomach.

"I'm not going to explain my reasoning again. I'm going to China and that's final."

"Ok, Lithuania, oh, I mean Romano, sorry, sorry, Lilliebror."

"Do you want me to kick you out?!" Iceland growled.

"No." Norway smirked and slid off the bed onto the floor. He stood up, went over to Iceland and started playing with his hair.

"What should I tell Sve for you?"

"Tell him to not get himself killed again. I wish we had gotten them both back." Norway hummed in agreement.

"But there is no one who will work harder than him to get Fin back." He pointed out. He picked up the comb and started to brush Iceland's hair himself.

"Do you remember when you were young and I used to do brush your hair every morning?" He reminisced with a smile.

"Yeah, and then when you left with Sve, Matthias had to do it… and that's why I learned to do it myself."

Norway chuckled. "And Berwald and Tino were always so confused about why I would spend so much time brushing my hair. When I finally got to see Matthias again, he let me brush his because you had gotten so much older."

Iceland sat back and closed his eyes as Norway brushed. "Emil, be careful when you go. Only brushing Denmark's hair would get boring after a while."

Iceland smiled at Norway avoiding getting emotional. "I will. And you three be careful, you don't know how Sve is gonna react."

"We'll be fine." He hugged his brother from behind.

"Don't leave angry at me, Emil." Iceland put his hand on Norway's arm.

"Don't worry, I could never be angry at you for long, Storbror."

"Love you, Icey."

"Love you, Nor."

In another section of the base

"The land America gained in Europe was vast. And Russia has been completely wiped off the map, replaced by Estonia and American territory." Romania stated.

"I can't believe how much land he is gaining. Even when me, Japan and Italy were in World War 2, we didn't try to hurt our fellow nations personally."

"I don't understand why you didn't ambush him fully before." Mexico pondered aloud. "If you outnumbered him by so many, why didn't you just kill him?"

"Mathieu believes Alfred can still be saved." France said.

"That was idiotic. Once someone like America goes loco, there is no saving them."

"How are we gonna get them back though?" Canada argued.

"Well you'll get Finland and England back as soon as he dies, but… oh. Romano… had someone to defend and inherit his land. It's a good thing Spain isn't in here." He looked at Australia, Canada, France, Germany, and Romania sitting around a meeting table.

"Ja. If Italy was told that, he would be so upset."

"Could Italy bring back Romano? By surrendering the land?" Australia asked. Mexico shook his head.

"No, because there are so many personifications in those areas. If Italy surrendered the land, Seborga would inherit it. Then back to Italy. It would be a repeating process."

"But why didn't the same thing happen to England?"

"Probably because Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland are separate states in a way. While they all are part of the United Kingdom, they do not personify England. Only Arthur does that, so he will come back."

"and-"

"Well yes, Seborga represents his own principality, but he still in a way has always been a "part" of Italy because micronations are not recognized nations."

"Mon ami, how do you know all this?"

Mexico shrugged. "I lived with Spain. I've seen some things. Romano and Veniciano represented different cultures in Italy because they were once separate countries. So when troops from Northern Italy came to save the south, they all got blended together in a way. America has a lot of italian citizens that are deep in italian culture… my thought is, if America established a truce, maybe surrendered some territory in the US… Romano could come back?"

France sat back and nodded. "What is your plan in China?" Romania asked Canada.

"I think we should use a similar plan to before…"

"No." Mexico took out a cigarette and lit it, staring Canada down.

"No? Why no?"

"Because it didn't work. Why use something that didn't work before?"

"Only England died, and that was his choice!"

"A loss is still a loss. America didn't come in there to kill anyone else but him. You are blinded by your love for your brother." Mexico argued.

"No- I-" Canada stuttered.

"We can't deal in "what ifs" and "Maybes". He has lost it. Like Germany said, he is committing atrocities that haven't been seen in nations in years."

Canada clenched his teeth and his eyes narrowed. "So what do you think we should do?" He asked.

"I say we attack him on all sides. China has so many people, it would be hard for him to shoot and not get noticed. I also don't think we put Japan straight into his hands. We hide him. He's the lure." The table thought over his plan.

"It's worth a try." France exhaled.

"Papa, y-"

"Listen, Mathieu, it might be time. You know I want him back as much as you do, but I can't lose you to him, not like I lost Angleterre." His deep blue eyes contained a longing pain for his friend.

"Ok." Canada swallowed. "Ok. We'll do your plan. Even if he dies."

In America's plane

"America, sir, we are about to land."

"Good. Thank you." America had been avoiding sleeping after the dream he had had on the boat. He kind of felt like the rest of his day had been anti-climatic, just sitting in the plane, fixing that idiotic car, and drinking as much coffee as possible. He looked out at the vast Indian Ocean.

"Almost to the Pacific. Almost home." He sighed. The plane touched down onto the large ship he had commissioned to refuel it. After the attendants bought up the stairs, he stepped down and was met by a military General.

"Mister America, it is an honor." He shook the nation's hand.

"The pleasure is all mine" America half-heartedly responded.

"Come see what we've done, per your orders!" He led America inside the ship, all of the men aboard standing straight and saluting their nation. America didn't really bother to notice.

"Look at this!" The man motioned to a map that showed multiple new bases set up in Finland, England, and Russia.

"You have been able to gain great swaths of land, the President gives his thanks and a good number of the people in the homeland support you!"

"Not all?"

"Ahh, well, we have seen quite a bit of resistance far north and far south. And of course, our newest citizens are adjusting!" He laughed. Someone in their right mind would have called him twisted, but Alfred was in no position to judge. After all, he was the one who had taken all of them away from Tino, Arthur and Ivan.

"You sure you wanted to give up Sweden? That would have been good for an attack on Norway-"

"Norway isn't as close to Sweden as he is to Denmark." America said plainly.

"Well, that's actually not true… most of Norway shares a border…"

"Are you questioning my knowledge?" America questioned. The man went red in the face and how menacing America looked.

"Uh, No! Just trying to be helpful, sir! You'll be happy to see our other development!" He then brought America to a map with red pegs all throughout Africa, South America, the Middle East, and Australia. "As you requested, bombs in these places! We can detonate them when you wish, after you visit these places-"

"Detonate them now."

The man looked at him and blinked. "Now? You haven't gone-"

"And I don't intend to." America sighed. "Listen, I have no use for them. I don't have beef with them. They are fine, but the risk of anyone banding together is too great, so they will have to die. Don't set off all of them in Australia and New Zealand though, I will deal with them mostly myself."

The man looked between America and the map. "Ok...ok then." He nodded to a few men and they went off to do the deed.

"Where is my room?"

"I will have someone show you to it while we refuel." A soldier took America below to a room especially prepared for him. It had light red/brownish walls, a big bed in the middle, and a desk on the side opposite to the door. When the soldier left, he flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes. His stomach felt awful from all the flying, boat rocking, and of course seeing so many dead bodies.

"It'll all be worth it when it's over, it'll all be over soon." He breathed.

"Do you believe that, Alfred?" America shot up. In the desk chair, England sat sipping a cup of tea, a smirk on his face.

He looked almost normal, except a hole through his chest and glassy white eyes. "It looks like my death hurt you more than it hurt me!" He laughed. Alfred's eyes narrowed and he clenched the bedsheets.

"Get out of here. Let me sleep."

England shrugged and set down his tea. "A full night's sleep helps you shoot better, so I wouldn't let you get a wink with a gun."

"Why are you clear and the other's aren't?"

"You can picture me the best out of all of them, almost as if I was living in the room with you. My eyes are like this obviously because I'm dead and you can never unsee me without this hole in my chest."

"You suck, do you know that?"

"I am quite aware. Now, on to business." England stood up and walked over to Alfred.

"They aren't happy with you."

"Who?!" He spat.

"Everyone up there," He pointed upwards. "Rome, Germania, Ancient Greece, ect. Not to mention Romano and Russia, and Finland is honestly ready to come possess you to kill yourself. In the afterlife with Sweden, then you take him away? If there was anyone up there who had even the slightest bit of sympathy for you, it was him, and it is GONE!" England exclaimed.

"Well that's a shame for you." America snickered, closing his eyes again.

"No, this is shame on YOU." England crossed his arms and stared down America. "You will never have a moment of rest again. This can never be forgiven."

America sat up from the bed and stood directly in front him. "The afterlife will become so crowded, you'll have to deal with the population boom before you'll have to deal with me!" He laughed.

England shook his head. "You'll never understand, will you?"

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Don't think you can play to my good side, Iggy. It didn't work last time, why would it now?"

England sighed, going over to sit back in the chair. "How tragic. You really are a twat, aren't you?"

America walked over to him. "Don't call me that. I'm not the dead one here." He scoffed.

"And poor Canada!" England continued. Alfred locked eyes with the ghost, who smirked as he took a sip of tea.

"What about him?"

"He is on the verge of a mental breakdown trying to SAVE you!" He slammed the teacup down onto the wooden desk, shattering it.

"Your brother is trying to save you, even though you are destroying the entire world, destroying everything he loves!!" England shouted, standing up and getting in America's face. His voice echoed through the room and his ears.

"He didn't have to get involved! This is my business with the rest of the world, not him!" Alfred retaliated.

"Then why are you crying?!" England asked.

Alfred put his hands to his cheeks. "Damn it, not again!" He yelled. "I am done with you!"

He reached through England, picked up the chair, and threw it across the room.

"Leave me alone! Don't ever come here again, or I will blow up the whole world till it's just a few blocks in space!!" He shrieked, grabbing the pillows off the bed and chucking them at England.

The dead nation looked taken back. He shook his head and looked upward. "Do you know who I met up there, Alfred?"

"Get out!"

"I met her, Al. I met Amelia." Alfred stopped and stared at him.

"What?"

"Do you know what became of her, Alfred?"

"What happened to her?! Where is she?!" He demanded.

"You know what… I think I'm gonna leave you alone after all!" England laughed.

"You bastard! I-"

"See you later, America!"

"Wait!" England faded away into thin air, leaving America in the room.

Ring! Ring!

America's phone buzzed in his pocket.

Click.

"Alfred?"