"I've been backed into a corner and I can't run away. The only one I'm afraid of it the one who doesn't know the difference between boys and girls. Where is he?" America turned around to see a young German soldier standing in his doorway.

"What's your name?" the soldier asked him.

"I am America. Isn't it frightening?" America chuckled. "It's a hero's name, a powerful name. It's the name of... a monster. I'd be frightened if I heard that name.

"I'm not scared of you!" the soldier said, pushing his shoulders back and pulling out a sword.

Their fight didn't last long before the soldier fell to the ground. "Swords don't scare me," America said, shaking his head. "I would have preferred not to harm you, but you left me no choice." America left the room quickly, leaving the soldier severely wounded on the floor.

"I heard a noise this way!" Hungry yelled, appearing in the hallway America had just disappeared down minutes before. "America! I swear if you are killed by someone other than me..." She sighed in frustration. "I can't be bothered to fight your soldiers. I refuse to fight anyone but you," she muttered as she ran in the direction that America had gone.

"There hasn't been that much fighting," Germany was reporting to Veneziano. "American soldiers are fighting on both sides of this war. It won't be much longer until we win."

"They're fighting as if they don't really want to hurt us," Veneziano replied questioning.

Hungary found America sitting on a bench behind his house. When she approached him, she noticed that he was muttering to himself.

"Turn around and face me," Hungary ordered.

America looked over his shoulder at her. "Go away," he said, barely looking up at her. "I've already killed Austria and your soldiers."

"I have nothing to say to you," Hungary told him, pulling out her sword. "The only thing I want from you is a fair fight. The fight that Austria didn't get to have for himself."

"This is a waste of your time," America said, standing up and looking at her. "Go fight someone else. Only the person who doesn't know the difference between boys and girls can harm me," America said in a bored voice. He was getting a little tired of having to explain it to people.

"I'll fight you," Hungary growled. "Forget everything you've been told. When I was growing up, I thought I was a boy! It wasn't until I was grown that someone told me otherwise."

America's world seemed to fall down around him and his blood ran cold. "I refuse to fight you," he told her."

"Then surrender!" she yelled. "You're a coward, America and that's all you'll ever be! You're so much the coward that you can't even give one person a fair fight."

America nodded slowly. "You're right," he admitted. "But I'm not going to surrender and be forced to bow to Veneziano. I've been living as a king and I'll die as one. I'll fight you to the end. He reached behind him and pick up his sword that was leaning against the wall.

"I wish everyone could've survived this battle," Veneziano sighed as he walked through the medical tent.

"There will always be people who die in every battle," Germany told him. "We're lucky that this victory didn't cost us many men."

Veneziano looked over the faces of the people around him. "Hungary is missing," he observed. "And no one has been able to find America. Do you think he went into hiding as we approached?"

Germany shook his head. "I think even America has enough honor to prevent him from running away."

"Everyone!" Hungary entered the medical tent, running directly to Veneziano and Germany. She took Veneziano's hand and held it in the air. "Bow to the newest World ruler!" she yelled to the soldiers around them. "America is dead and things are going to change for the better!" She lowered her voice so that only Veneziano could hear. "I know everyone here is thinking the same thing," she told him, bowing at the waist. "Congratulations Veneziano."

Everyone who stood in front of the new ruler cheered and bowed to him, all passing on their own words of congratulations. Hungary straightened and pulled Veneziano close to her. She couldn't be more proud of him. The boy she helped raise had grown into a powerful ruler and will be well loved by the whole world.

Veneziano smiled as Hungary pulled away from him. She pulled him through the crowd, presenting him to as many people as she could. At the very back of the room, the other nations gathered and they bowed to him as he approached. He smiled at them and hugged them each individually. "I'll make sure to reward you generously. We have a lot to do in this new rule and there's so much to set right. We'll have to contact all the people who ran and tell them to come back."

A few of the nations looked a little overwhelmed by this information and Veneziano laughed quietly. "We'll do all of this in good time... Thank you, everyone, for all of your help. Come on," he said, motioning them forward. "We have a ceremony to attend!"

a/n

There are a few things I should point out before closing this out.

Cast:
German soldier: Young Siward.

In the play, Young Siward is Siward's (In this case, Germany's) son, but for continuity, I didn't make this happen and in fact, cut out a large part where Siward finds out that his son was dead.

I've also cut out a very large bit of the conversation between Macduff (Hungary) and Malcolm (Veneziano) in the chapter where they were in Germany. I felt that what was going on in that conversation wouldn't have fit the Hetalia version.

I can't remember if I mentioned this in the last chapter, but in the play Lady Macbeth (Belarus) commits suicide, which I didn't write in (I only said that she died) because I felt that Belarus wouldn't do something so drastic. I prefer to let everyone assume she was killed by a rogue soldier.

Anyway, I think that's all I can think of to mention. I hope you enjoyed this story and I hope you will take the time to review. It took a really long time to complete and an even longer time to type, so reviews and thoughts are very appreciated. I understand that Belarus/America probably wasn't a very good idea, but I feel like it fit the story well.

Again, thanks for reading.

Have a good day and DFTBA