Here we go with our ending ladies and gentleman! This has been a rather bumpy ride for us, including myself! In the making of this fic, I've gotten sick three times, my computer broke, and I've been suffering from horrible writer's block for the longest time. But, either way, through hell or high water, we've made it! To the end! And here's another successful (self-proclaimed, sue me xD) Hetalia fanfiction I can gladly put under my belt. So now, here goes all my thank you's. To each and every person who has read every single chapter of this story even though I'm rubbish at updating properly. Thank you for sticking through with this entire fanfiction until it saw its end. Thank you everyone for every single review you've ever given me on Slenderman meets Hetalia and Slender 2. Thank you for caring enough to give my other fanfictions the time of day. Thank you for just reading in general. You don't know how much it all means to me, not only as a writer, but as a simple human. Just, thank you.

Enough mushy stuff! On with the end of our Slender 2!

Disclaimer: I owe nothing but the plot. Anything involved with Hetalia or the Slenderman myth isn't mine.

Each of the nations stared down at the still sleeping form of Matthew in confusion. If Slender really was in his dreams, how could they get in there? Could there be any possible way? And the nagging question in almost everyone's mind was, how did Slender man even gain access into Matthew's dreams in the first place?!

"I do believe it would be best if one of us traveled into his mind, da?"

"Oui, I must say I agree."

"It does seem the only way, doesn't it...?"

"Dudes, we gotta do something!"

"Ja...but what?"

"This is so unawesome..."

"Tch...just let the bastard sit in there and wait. He'll come out when we realize none of us is going in after him!"

"But, Lovi, mi amor, what if he decides to kill Matthew from the inside out...?"

"Ve~ he has a point..."

"Bah, that Slender fellow's just all talk! Let me go in there, I'll teach that arse a thing or two!"

"Allistor...thinking with your ass will get you no where..."

"Go to hell Conner!"

"Uhm, if I may make a suggestion..."

At the sound of his voice, everyone turned their attention toward Dylan, the youngest of the UK nations. Clearing his throat, he walked over towards Matthew and sat next to him on what little space there was on the edge of the couch, "There is a way to enter his dreams. But it's rather dangerous. To both him and the travelers."

"I hope to bloody Christ you didn't get this from one of Artie's books, boyo."

"Oi, arse! My books are reliable! Anyway, what have you got in mind?"

Minutes lapsed into hours as the nations cleared away every and all form of debris from the living room. Dylan hastily drew a circle with, what Alfred calls, weird symbols in the middle of the room. After demanding that Matthew's unconscious body be laid in the middle, he turned to everyone and proceeded to explain to them his plan. In one of Arthur's old books hid a spell. A spell none of the UK nations had ever given thought to try. If they were careful, this could be their one and only chance of getting rid of Slender for good for the spell only worked twice. Once as a way in, and again as a way out. After announcing that only three of them could travel, he explained that if the nations that chose to go stood in the circle with their hands clasped tightly in the other's while encircling Matthew, they could enter his mind. But only for a short while. There was a thirty minute window for them to find, confront, and defeat Slender before the portal was closed for good. Stepping up, Arthur volunteered to go first. Ludwig decided to sit this one out, for he had already saved Arthur's arse once and wasn't up to saving it again. Lovino and Feliciano were more than happy to watch from the sidelines, as well as Spain and France. Gilbert said he was too awesome for something as 'Kingdom Hearts-esque' as this and plopped onto the couch which then left Ivan, Alfred, Allistor, and Conner.

Conner refused point-blank as always and took his place beside Dylan, claiming he would help keep the spell going for as long as he could. Allistor...he plain just didn't want to. Creepy smile in tact, Ivan stepped into the circle with Arthur and both men looked back at Alfred as they awaited his readiness. Though he wanted to save Matthew and put Slender's reign to an end, he most certainly did not want to go into Matthew's mind and be trapped there with...him. But the death glare Arthur was sending him made him change his mind quickly as he put on his most goofiest of grins and waltz into the circle.

"Well then, take your spots around Matthew and grab hold of one another's hands please," instructed the younger UK nation.

Nodding, they each did so, Alfred showing a bit of hesitation when Ivan put his hand out. God, why Ivan? But he took it nonetheless. For his brother. This was all for his brother.

Assuming they were each ready, Dylan began to chant words in a language neither Alfred or Ivan seemed to understand. Arthur kept his gaze on Matthew, watching as his chest rose and dropped slowly with his breathing. Suddenly, the boy started to look extremely pale. Did Slender know they were coming already? The circle Dylan had drawn started to glow a faint purple as the house started to shake rapidly. Pots and pans clanked together in the kitchen. China in the dining room started to rattle. Lights were flickering on and off quickly as Dylan's chanting grew louder. Smoke filled the room like a thick veil of fog casting a shadow over a small town, filling the room in its entirety.

As it cleared, the nations left in the room stared in awe as the spots previously occupied by Arthur, Alfred, and Ivan were completely empty.

Where ever they were, it was dark and damp. Not anything the three would have perceived a person such as Matthew to dream up. The place they now stood was empty. Every footstep, every breath, echoed, bouncing off the invisible walls that surrounded them. No sign of anyone, anything, could be seen. Just black nothingness in a sea of calm. Dread started to worm its way up Alfred's spine. This wasn't like Matthew. Matthew, though quiet, was always happy. Well, usually. And seeing something like this in Matthew's head was abnormal.

"Artie... I don't like this..."

Nodding, the Brit expressed his worry with a small glance before returning to look around the 'room' they were in. Even though it seemed like the spell had worked, how were they going to find Slender if they could barely see three inches past their own noses?

'So we meet at last, do we? And you've brought my dear friend Russia.'

"Friend..? I don't believe we've met, actually!"

'My, my, such a happy fellow for one with no relations.'

"Ivan, just don't listen to him."

'No friends. At all. You were only part of the Allies because they needed brute strength. Did you think you could contribute anything but?' the echoing voice that belonged to the entity laughed.

"Dude, stop playing mind games! Get out here so I can kick your ass!"

'Ah, so you've come back? I remember you from last time! What happened to the one that shot me, hm? I would have loved to see him again!'

"Leave Francis out of this!" Arthur growled, balling his hands into fists.

'Oh dear, you two seem a bit more irritated than you were the last time. Was it because you thought you got rid of me? Is your cockiness wearing off? Are you falling from cloud nine as we speak?'

Ivan growled a bit as well, scanning the darkness with his eyes constantly, "He's pretty good at this, da..?"

"Now you see what we went through last year..." the American beside him huffed.

'Well then, let me give our new friend a taste of what it is I can do!'

As if on cue, the stagnant air in the room started to whip around quickly, tearing at their clothes like claws, clinging and pulling for dear life. Loud whistling chimed around the room as the three were shoved in different directions away from each other. Before they could regain themselves and stand, the cold hard floor turned into a rather pungent smelling liquid which then started to fill the room. If they didn't do something fast, Slender was sure to drown them! As the water rose, Ivan felt around the now six-foot deep water for something, anything, that he could use. His eyes widened a bit before his trademark smile played across his features as he realized what exactly he had grabbed. Pulling hard, he heard the sickening pop of bones and an animallistic type screech as the water began to evaporate.

'How dare you!' the voice boomed.

Slender, in all his enraged (who could tell) glory appeared, larger than life, in the middle of the now drenched room. Extra arms sprouted and he dragged the nations closer to him, lifting them up by whatever appendage he had taken hold of. Facing Ivan, he gave the most menacing hiss any of the three had heard before swiftly throwing the larger man into the wall seven feet away from their current position. Fear evident in his eyes, Arthur looked over at Alfred, totally at a loss. If Slender could get the best of Ivan, was there any hope? Could he be beaten this time? Not sure what to say, Alfred gulped down the lump in his throat and kicked at the back of Slender's legs, causing the man to falter and sway a bit. Taking it as his cue, Ivan charged, knocking the black-clad man down onto the ground harshly as Arthur and Alfred stepped away once the tentical like arms released them.

"I'm tired of your bullshit! You're going down, Slender!" Alfred yelled in the most heroic voice he could have ever bellowed.

"Arthur, you still have Dylan's chalk, da?"

"Yeah- Keep him busy, I'm on it!" the other replied, running off to an empty part of the room.

Nodding at Alfred, Ivan picked the tall man up by his tie, forcing him to his feet.

'Dear Russia, what are you going to do? Kill me?' it asked with a tilt of its head, smirk evident in its voice.

"Da, I am," the Russian answered simply with a smile.

'Well, go ahead and TRY IT!'

As if the elements were working against them, Alfred and Ivan flew back once more and collided into each other before hitting the invisible wall nearby. Groaning, they both stood slowly before they were pinned to said wall by the snake-esgue arms that belonged to the tall supernatural being. Getting dangerously close to their faces, Slender 'looked' both men over as they struggled against his arms, fighting for much-needed air. Giving an echoed laugh, the man backed up, slamming them onto the floor and dragging them across it harshly before slamming them into the adjacent wall.

'You lot are always such fun. I'm almost glad I came back!'

"Yeah? Well don't count on staying much longer, dude..." Alfred wheezed out.

Instead of answering, Slender roughly pounded them into the wall again, cracking the invisible shield that was Matthew's mind.

'I do believe you personifications have over stayed you're welcome on this planet. I'm going to eradicate each and every one of you painfully slow until there's nothing left!'

"Oi!" came the thick, yet poised, British accent of Arthur as he pelted Slender in the head with the small nub of chalk, "Don't you think it's about time we fought fair!?"

Slowly turning his head, Slender gave another otherworldly laugh, 'Ready to die first, I see! That's a change from the last time!' dropping the other two larger men, Slender took a step toward Arthur, 'So how are you wanting to go out? Should we, perhaps, go back to the forest?' he asked with a tilt of his head as the nothingness morphed into the gated up forest where they had first met Slender, 'Or maybe, your home?' came another question as the scenery once again morphed, but only to a replica of Arthur and Alfred's living room. Slender took another step, this time almost coming face-to-chest with Arthur. As his hand rose to grab the blonde man, Arthur whirled around and ran the other direction.

'Tsk, tsk, you should know better than to run.'

And the chase was one. Though the room didn't seem big, it was rather distant. To get from one end of the room to the other, you had to run for quite some time. It could be just another mind trick that Slender was paying, but it was rather irritating. Spotting what Arthur needed, he picked up his pace, hair blown back from the speed. He didn't dare look back for fear that Slender would be right there, like always. Giving another screeching growl, Sender kept up his chase, running on his legs like a spider, hoping to catch Arthur and dispose of him. Finish the job like he had wanted the last time. As his hand reached out to grab him, a purple glow surrounded the tall figure before he was tackled to the ground by both Ivan and Alfred. Arthur turned on his heel and raised both hands, chanting something similar to what Dylan had chanted earlier.

Roaring loudly, Slender fought against Ivan and Alfred heavily, thrashing and wriggling, attempting to escape their grasp. One would think an animal was in pain with the way the supernatural being hissed and growled, giving tremendous roars when he felt was necessary. But soon, all movements stopped as Arthur kept on chanting in a monotone voice, keeping his own rhythm and tune. Standing slowly, Alfred and Ivan left the circle as the purple glow became stronger and the wind began to howl.

The purple circle began to glow on its own. Gilbert looked over at Dylan confused but was taken aback by the teens own confused expression. The gathering nations stood, watching the circle with wide curious eyes. A moment of silence settled into the room as the air started to swirl around the softly. Soon, Matthew's eyes snapped open and he threw his head back, giving a gutteral scream as a black misty aura seeped from his being. The mist took form, showing a glimpse of the tall slender fellow they had all been terrified of for a year as both Matthew and Slender's screams melded into one until it simply vanished in a cloud of smoke which then filled the entire room up again.

Francis stood, ready to jump into action if that monster were still standing as the room quieted again. The smoke slowly began to clear and the men in the room could see three figures standing over the once again limp body of Matthew. Once the fog like smoke was gone, the group cheered, yes even Lovino, as they saw the three familiar nations standing there instead of the tall man they knew so well.

Scooping him up into a hug, Francis squeezed Arthur tightly, "Mon Dieu! You did it!"

"Dude! I helped too!"

"Dudes! That was awesome! It was like a movie!"

"Jesus bloody Christ, you guys are bruised all over!"

"Da, he was pretty strong. Not like any foe I had ever faced."

"Guys..."

"He even got the best of you, amigo? That's a first!"

"Least someone got the best of that bastard... I would have paid to see someone beat the crap out of Alfred too!"

"Dude, you're a jerk!"

"Guys...!"

"Lovi, learn to be nice~!"

"Ve~ He's gone for good?!"

"He better be... I'm still pissed about my house..."

"Guys..!"

Startled, the nations turned around to see who it was that was yelling for them at a time like this and what that person could possibly want.

"You save my ass but still ignore me?"

"Matthew!" practically all the nations yelled as they tackled the poor Canadian to the ground in a large heap.

As the sun started to ascend into the sky, the group rejoiced in the feeling of victory and safety. Though most of the nations inside the Germanic house would never admit it, that was the one true time any of the nations had ever gotten along as a whole. The morning wind blew lightly as a small white piece of paper drifted by the window, dancing in the blowing, swirling wind of the early morning weather. As it snagged on a tree branch and unraveled, the words 'Congratulations, Nations' could be made out in black ink.

Yup. It's done. -sniffle- I'm going to miss my HetaliaxSlender stories! -cries-

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P.S D: I had to hurt Russia! T-T