After much pondering, I decided to make an epilogue to this, hope anyone who reads enjoys!

I . . . I can't just stay here! 2P Belarus thought, I must find a way out! She tried the door, hoping that maybe she could loosen it, but to no avail. She went to the balcony and tried to find a tree nearby that she cold maybe jump on and climb down to her freedom, but that too wasn't possible.

Come on! Think!'She tried to come up with ideas, but every one of them failed. In her despair, she threw herself on the bed and sobbed.

Oh it's no use! I'm done for!

Don't give up! a cheery voice suddenly said.

Huh? That sounded like . . . Alfred's voice . . .

Come on, it ain't over yet! Not as long as you never give up!

It's like he's . . . cheering me on . . . 2P Belarus wiped her tears, ok, now think Belarus, if there isn't a way out, then there must be something in this room that can help me. She looked down at the bed, when it hit her.

Of course! The sheets when tied together will make a great rope to the ground! She quickly got to work, tying the sheets end by end until it made a long rope. She then tied one end of the madeshift rope to a rail of the balcony then tossed the other end to the ground.

"Ok, here goes nothing." Carefully, 2P Belarus climbed down.

~0~

Finally free, she ran and ran to 2P England's house, hoping that he would provide the portal back to the 1P universe. She shyly knocked on the door. 2P England answered it, dressed in an apron and his house smelling like freshly baked cupcakes.

"Why if it isn't Belarus? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in the other side of the universe?"

"Yes, I was, until the America of this world dragged me back here somehow. Please England, I need to get back to that world! Alfred . . . he needs me," she clutched the dogtags close to her heart.

"Well, I'll see what I can do love," 2P England said, opening the door wider for 2P Belarus. She entered and sat down in the living room on a chair. 2P England returned after a while and said, "Well, I've got some good news and bad news."

"Give me the good news first."

"You can go back to the other world."

"What's the bad news?"

"The portal can open only for a certain amount of time, after that, you will not be able to return, it'll stay closed for years until it opens up again."

"I don't care, Alfred is my home, nothing else matters."

"Very well love, come with me." 2P England led her down to the magic room and told her to stand on a strange star in the middle of the room.

"Ok, let's do this, I just hope Russia doesn't appear again," he then recited the magic words, and 2P Belarus was engulfed in a blinding light, when the light faded, she was gone.

"Good luck Belarus, I hope you find what you're looking for," he put down his book and removed his cape, "now, back to cupcakes!"

~0~

2P Belarus slowly opened her eyes as she felt her feet touch ground, she was at the site where she last saw America.

Oh Alfred . . . . she thought sadly, if only I stayed in my world in the first place, you wouldn't be in the mess in which you are right now.

"Oh now where do I go?" she asked herself.

"How about back home with me?" a voice suddenly asked. She yelped in surprise and turned around, it was 2P America, he held his bat to his side, which was caked with fresh blood.

"Y-you?"

"Heh, thought you could get away?"

"B-b-b-but how?"

"When I didn't hear you crying in the room, I got suspicious, and sure enough you were gone. But I knew you would go to Iggy's place to use the portal to come back here, so I got there after you left and . . . persuaded . . . Iggy to get me here as well, good thing I know the spell to get us back, otherwise we'd be screwed."

"Wait! You mean you hit England with that weapon of yours!?"

"Took a few swings to get him to do it as well, that guy sure can be stubborn at times."

"You-you . . . . . MONSTER!" 2P Belarus screamed. 2P America smirked, "Oh, you haven't seen anything sister!" He grabbed 2P Belarus tightly by her arm, "now we're going back, and you WILL be mine!" 2P Belarus struggled, but was not match for 2P America's strength.

"No! I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Hahahahaha! As I said my pretty, I refuse to loose!"

"Agh! Oh! You're hurting me!"

"Then get smart and say 'yes'!"

"You'll never get me!" 2P Belarus tried to pull away, but 2P America had an iron grip on her.

"But precious, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." 2P America suddenly grabbed 2P Belarus by the waist and hoisted her up on his shoulders.

"No! Stop it!" 2P Belarus pounded on 2P America's back, trying to force him to free her, but it was in vain.

"I hope you're ready for the first day of the rest of your life, with me." 2P Belarus couldn't believe what was happening, Before I could even fight, I've lost! No! This can't be happening! Alfred. Alfred! ALFRED!

"Get your filthy hands off my girl!" 2P America looked over his other shoulder and was a little shocked in the sight before him. It was America, his clothes were a little torn and he had some cuts here and there, but otherwise alive.

"Alfred!" 2P Belarus cried happily.

"What the!?" 2P America put 2P Belarus down roughly, letting her fall to the ground, "oh, Alfred! We thought you were dead, how did you survive that fall anyway?"

"I didn't fall all the way down, I managed to grab a hold of the cliff, but it sure took a while to get to the top again. Now get away from Belarus! I'm not gonna say it again!"

"Heh, I'm gonna make you wish that you were dead," 2P America said, hoisting his bat to his shoulder. 2P Belarus shivered, fearful for Alfred's life. Both Americas charged at eachother, swinging at eachother, America with his fists and 2P America with his bat. At one point, 2P America got to America's blind spot and smacked the side of his head with the bat, sending him to the ground, unconscious.

"Alfred!" Natalya screamed.

"Heh, well that was easy enough," 2P America said, mockingly stomping on Alfred's back with his foot, "now to get out of here." But as he started to walk away, he felt someone grab his ankle.

"I didn't . . . struggle up that cliff . . . . with every ounce of energy I had. . . . . to be stopped by the likes of you!"

"Oh? You want more? Fine!" He raised his bat, only for it to be taken away by 2P Belarus. The surprise caught him off guard, giving America time to spring to his feet and give 2P America a hard upper-hook to the chin. Without his bat, 2P America now had to fight with his fists. The fight went on for a long while, neither America wanting to give in.

"You know," America said between breaths, "you could just surrender, and I'll let you live."

"Never! Looks like desperate times calls for desperate measures." Before anyone could take into thought what he had said, 2P America turned and charged at 2P Belarus.

"Belarus! Look out!" It was too late, 2P America delivered a sharp punch to her face and ripped the bat out of her hands. This set a fire in America. Sneaking up behind 2P America, America locked him in a choke hold. Seeing that he was seriously gonna die unless he did something, 2P America grabbed at America and threw him over his shoulders, landing him near the edge of the cliff. America struggled to get up, not wanting to face another plunge to the unknown, knowing that he may not be as lucky as before. 2P America saw his chance and ran straight forward, ready to tackle America down to the depths below, but America thought fast and threw his body to the side and with his legs, kicked 2P America to the edge of the cliff, causing him to fall to his destined death. America panted heavily, glad that it was all over, but was too sore and hurt to stand up.

"Alfred!" 2P Belarus rushed to America's side, pulling him up in her arms and holding him gently.

"Bela . . .rus?"

"Da Alfred, and please, call me Natalya."

"Natalya . . . ." he took her hand in both of his, "will you be mine?"

"I thought you would never ask." Belarus planted a passionate kiss upon America's lips, which he returned. After they parted, 2P Belarus said, "Thank you Alfred, you saved me."

"It's the hero's job after all, you know, saving the damsel in distress." 2P Belarus giggled.

"In that case, you'll always be my hero. Now and forever." America smiled and gently grabbed the back of 2P Belarus' head, pulling it for another kiss.

"Come on, we need to get you fixed up," 2P Belarus said, helping America to his feet, slinging one of his arms across her shoulders to help him walk.

"Thanks Natalya, I love you."

"I love you too, Alfred." And they walked to America's house, where they'll always live, now and forever.