Chapter Eight

America dashed for the cliffs, trying to run as fast as he could. He couldn't allow England to kill himself. He had to catch up to him to explain everything. He had to make things right again.

He ran up a hill, through trees, and on top of the cliff. He saw England, standing on the edge. He himself was about seven yards away. "Iggy!" America shouted. England turned his head. "America?" he said, surprised and confused. England tried to turn around to go to America, but he slipped and fell off the cliff! "ENGLAND!" America shouted, running towards the edge.

Kneeling down, America looked to see that England was holding on for dear life on a single branch. America extended his harm. "England, grab my hand!" he yelled. "No!" England yelled back. "Just grab it! Trust me!" "Why should I trust YOU!?" A tear trickled down America's face. "You cheated on me America! I can never trust you again!"

More tears flowed down America's face. "I never cheated on you!" he sobbed. "Yes you did, you bloody git! I SAW you kiss Belarus!" "She kissed me! I never meant for that to happen, Iggy!" America paused. "I...I LOVE YOU!" At this point, America was crying. Suddenly, they heard a crack. The branch was breaking!

America's heart started racing. "Please, Iggy! Grab my hand! I'll pull you up! TRUST ME!" England took a deep breath and lifted one of his hands to grab America's. This added on more weight to the branch, making it break quicker. America closed his eyes in fear. With every crack he heard, he got a little more scared because England still hadn't grabbed his had.

"Why don't you just let me die!? I can no longer live knowing you and Belarus kissed!" England yelled. "I won't allow it!" America yelled back. England gasped. Awful memories flashed back in his head. Memories he wished he could forget. With a single tear rolling down his cheek, England reached for America's hand and grabbed it, allowing him to be pulled up.

Without even breaking a sweat, America lifted England from the branch. When he let go, England rolled away from the edge, America following him. He sat down, hugging his knees. England could hear him sobbing.

"A-America?" he said, concerned. "America, are you okay?" America shook his head, hiding his face in his legs. "What's wrong?" America slowly lifted his head up. England saw the tears flowing from his eyes. "I was scared," he said quietly. "I was scared I was gonna lose you!" England looked at the love of his life with sympathy. "Don't worry. You'll never lose me."

America wiped his eyes and smiled. "Iggy, I have something very important that i need to ask you." "What is it, America?" America took a deep breath. "Iggy... I love you... And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He reached into his pocket and took out the black box that contained the ring. "Arthur Kirkland," he said. "Will you marry me?"

America opened the box, revealing the beautiful right. England gasped. "Oh...Oh my God!" England could barely speak. When he finally looked up at America with a smile, he said, "Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" America smiled and placed the ring on England's finger. Then, looking into his eyes, America kissed him.

A/N: yes i know this is a very short chapter... but it's still very meaningful