Butlers and Nations
by RavenExpert
A Hetalia and Kuroshitsuji crossover.
Chapter 28: Long Epilogue
Be careful of possible bloody scenes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own both Hetalia or Kuroshitsuji. Every rights go to their respectful owners.
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It was white. Everything was white.
Slowly, England was able to move his fingers and other parts of body.
When he finally opened his eyes, he saw that he was floating. No boundaries, no gravity.
He also felt this all is real. And it's true. This is not a dream. This is the reality.
He blinked a few times, trying to fix his sight, since it's too bright.
Once he finally fixed it, he saw a figure in front of him. What confused him, is that the figure wasn't really intact.
Half part of his body to the leg part was slowly dissipating. Another part was slowly broken, became numerous of small fragments which disappeared into the air.
"Jack? You..."
"Looks like it's my lost. A nation's lifestyle has truly piqued my interest." Jack's voice returned to normal.
"Jack, tell me one thing: Why do you want to have a military power?"
"...In order to gain power."
"Power?"
"...To destroy the Grim Reapers."
"What!?"
"Those bastards once took someone important to me. Let's say that it's... a revenge."
"Revenge... Is that person a friend of yours?"
"Just some noisy guy who became my best partner."
"Hmph. You still can joke around despite your condition."
"Yeah. I guess it's a demon's nature."
"Just out of curiosity, but what do you mean by your best partner?"
"It's someone whom I formed a pact with. He's the first human who made me realize that world is not all that boring after all. He had an illness since birth, and he had one wish: He wanted his soul not go to waste, by asking me to eat his soul once he died. It's natural for demons to eat the contractor's soul after he died, so I don't really think about it."
"But what about the Grim Reaper?"
"He was in a battle between life and death during one of his operations for survival. His survival rate is actually high, but... Those Grim Reapers took his soul without considering the chances that he might survive!"
Jack became frustrated, a rare expression that England didn't expect at all.
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"Isn't that quite weird for a demon to be considerate for their contractors?"
"Actually, I'd hoped not to eat his soul. He's the one who "saved" me, the one who saw no light and interest in the world. I wanted to be with him as long as I could, until he really died."
"That's quite a predicament..."
"I don't really care about life anymore."
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Jack's body continued to perish slowly. England was sure that this might be the last time they saw each other.
"You know what England? Well done..."
Once those words were finished, Jack perished completely, and England landed on a transparent floor.
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He looked and walked around, to see if he could find something.
And he really did.
It was the giant steel door.
The same steel door in his dreams, where America was chained at that time. Now, the door was plain, with nothing else. He was curious, and thus decided to walk towards the steel door.
Before he touched it, he saw something fell onto the floor. He looked down, and saw that it was a key.
"Looks like this is a key to the door."
He took it, and stuck it onto the door, which coincidentally, matched. England was quite intrigued by this.
This is the last journey. The door which leads to the end.
After he opened the lock, the key disappeared, and the door creaked slightly.
England held the door's knob with his two hands. He was pretty nervous.
He took a deep breath, then he pushed open the door, where the lights came out and engulfed him in a warmth.
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The rest of the team members, including Ciel who was on the other floor during those battles, were pretty worried by England's and Jack's disappearance.
"Mr. England! Please answer us!"
"This is not good... The whole palace is crumbling down." Russia added a point.
"Then we better leave as soon as possible." Ciel looked at his surroundings.
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Before they lost their hope, a voice came out calling.
"Uh... You guys...! I'm over here!"
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Everyone on that floor ran the edge of where England pushed Jack to the end. They looked to see and find that England was hanging onto a crumbled piece of wall right under the floor. Since he was holding his katana with his left hand, he only hanged on with his right hand.
The team gave a relief sigh, and helped to pull England out and get on his feet.
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The palace started to crumble down. Since the door leading to the lower floor was closed and there's no way of bursting through. Since the floor they're on right now was pretty much blown up, so they were in an open area. Sebastian picked up Ciel on another room, and they got ready to jump from that floor to outside.
Of course they were nervous, but it's not like they had another choice. After the floor were slowly destroyed, they jumped out.
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At the outside of the Buckingham Palace, they could only see the palace was slowly crumbling, bit by bit. When it finally stopped, half of the palace was destroyed. England fell and sat down onto the ground, feeling extremely tired. Well, he is the Personification, so of course this event caused him to become exhausted and very tired.
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"So, I guess this is the end..." Ciel looked at the remains of the palace.
"Well, all's well ends well..." Japan let out a sigh.
"Finally, we have finished all the play~"
Everyone in that group looked at each other.
"What are you going to do next?" Ciel was the first one to state his question. Particularly towards all the members.
"I am going back to my homeland. Since the cargo ship had gone home already, I needed to send another word to my boss so he could send my another ship." Japan explained his situation.
"I'm going back as well. This is really fun and more interesting than ever. Ufu~" Russia gave his usual smile.
"By the way... Russia. Why are you so worked up on helping us to save my homeland?"
"Oh, I can't possibly let any of our homelands died, right? Because one day, you will all become one with me~"
Everyone gave a disapproving face. That's pretty much the response that they had expected. Excluding Ciel, though.
After England had enough energy, he stood up and looked at Ciel.
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"Well then, with this both of our jobs are over, Ciel."
"So, you'll be leaving tomorrow."
"That's correct. Because the Queen had died, now I had a lot of councils to reason for."
"Hmph. That'll make you busy for a while."
"Yeah. But still, I'm the Personification of this land, so I have to protect it. Anyway, Ciel..." England stretched his right hand, wanting to shake hands with Ciel. "I guess this is the time they say, good work."
Ciel lowered and closed his eyes a bit and gave a little chuckle, before he lifted it up again. "Yeah, I suppose so."
He shook hands with England, giving a little smile towards the nation.
"Good work to you as well, Arthur Kirkland."
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6 months had passed ever since the end of the case.
Casualties still present, though. Due to the final battle, half of the Royal Palace was crushed, and had to be reconstructed. During those times, England had to supervise the construction AND attended to all kinds of ceremonies. Since the Queen had died, his land was pretty much in a pinch. The government had to pick another Queen for England to work for and to rule over the kingdom. Moreover, he wasn't in his top condition. As a Personification, sometimes he got sick and had to rest due to the Queen's death and the Royal Palace's crumbling. However, it seems that as the reconstruction continued, England's health returned bit by bit.
All of those happened in 6 months, and England was ever so tired from doing these kinds of things.
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One day, when he was supervising...
"Konnichiwa, Mr. England."
"Oh, Japan! What are you doing here?"
"My boss is having a meeting with the your council. We are thinking of adding more workers to help with your construction."
"What the-! Japan! This is my country's business. You don't have to..."
"I'm sorry, Mr. England, but I feel that this is a must. It was part of my fault too that this palace is in this state. I will help in all the power I can."
England could only scratched his head.
"Well, I appreciate that... Just don't get overworked. We, the British Empire had enough men to finish this up."
"I think I can relax a bit... By the way, where are the Phantomhives? Mr. Ciel and Mr. Sebastian?"
"They're in their manor. Ever since the case have been closed, I haven't met them again. However, they should be free for a while, since the Queen's candidate is still on processing. It's going to take a pretty long time before they became active again."
"I see... And what about your health, Mr. England?"
"My health?"
"Your Queen died, so as the Personification of this country you should feel pain and such."
"Actually, I wasn't in a top condition in these 6 months. Sometimes I got a fever and had to suspend the council meeting. Until they elected the new Queen, I had to take care of things around here." England looked a little embarrassed.
"You have to take care of your health."
Both countries chuckled a bit. Then, after a moment's silence, Japan noticed a briefcase on England's foot. He also noticed that England was wearing a traveling equipment, except his military uniform.
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"Oh, Mr. England. Are you going somewhere?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just for a bit."
"Where are you going?"
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England was thrown aback a bit by that question. He turned away his face from Japan, while his face was getting red for a bit.
"...To the United States."
"Oh, to Mr. America's place? Why?"
"It's already been 6 months ever since that event. If what they said earlier is true, then the "new" America should've been born too. Don't get the wrong idea, okay!? I'm not doing this for him!"
"You don't have to hide it, Mr. England. It was written quite well on you face. But, I guess there's a logic in that. Though, are you going to be okay, concerning your condition?"
"Paying him a little visit won't hurt, I think. And because of the current state, I don't have a boss around to order me, so I can take few days off to check up on him. Also, I felt better lately. I think I can make it."
"What about the council?"
"I already asked them. They said it's fine, as long as it's not too long."
"Well, seeing the current status, I know that you will be needed here too, Mr. England."
"Yeah. I'll have to start working again once I'm back. I'll only supervise these guys for a moment, and then I'll leave."
"Please take care, and give my best regards to Mr. America."
Japan left England there to go to another building which is near there. It seems that he was about to join the council meeting too, along with his boss.
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After he's done with the supervising, he went to a nearby port and took a ship to cross the Atlantic ocean in order to reach the North American continent. Since some of the World Meetings had been held in America's house, and because of England's frequent visit to the American, he knew his house immediately. It's close to the White House, where America's boss lived.
Some of the guards in the presidential area were pretty suspicious of England's visit, but since he is a nation, they thought it was just another international business. Thus, they let him pass.
He finally reached America's house. It was pretty big and... decorative. It was just a simple, 2-floor house, but something about it feels so... American.
Before England pressed the doorbell, he was not really sure of his actions. Well, since the "new" America will probably have his own memories, it's really possible that this guy won't remember him, obviously.
However, as his former guardian, he felt that it was his duty to see and make sure if he's alright.
It has been 6 months, after all.
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In the end, he chose to see. Well, he has come this far anyway.
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After he pressed the doorbell, footsteps walking towards the door could be heard. Few seconds later, someone opened the door.
"Huh? Aren't you... England?"
"Oh, uh, you're America's boss, right?"
"What are you doing here?"
"It's, well..."
England stammered, since he didn't really know what to say.
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"Boss? There's someone coming?"
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He could hear a voice of a young boy.
"Oh, yeah. It's just a nation."
"A nation? I want to see him!"
"Wait a minute!"
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The young boy slipped through the boss's arms. He looked curiously towards England. Seeing this young child, England widened his eyes, couldn't believe the young boy in front of him.
He wore a simple, long-sleeved shirt with an opened, brown vest. Actually, he dressed like a young cowboy, minus the hat and boots. He wore a long, brown jeans with simple shoes.
His striking feature is his beautiful, vivid blue eyes. He had a small hair sticking out from his head.
"Oh! You're... England, right!?" The young boy exclaimed happily.
England was speechless. Seeing his expression, America's boss realized that there must be something important.
"America, why don't you go play in another place for a while? I have a bit of important discussion with Mr. England here."
"Whaaaat? I'm a nation too, so I should go too!"
"I'm sorry, but it's a private topic."
"...Alright then..." The little nation looked bummed and he went off, running around in the garden.
England looked at the little nation with curious eyes, as he went in to talk with the boss.
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"So, what happened exactly?"
"Sir, maybe you won't believe me. But this is the truth."
"Just tell me the whole story first. I'll decide whether to believe it or not."
England took a deep breath before he decided to explain everything.
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After he finished explaining, he could understand the face in America's boss. It was a face of a skeptical person. Of course, no one will be able to believe something that is so fantasy-ish immediately. Especially Americans, who rarely believes in magic and supernatural.
"This is so unbelievable... Something like that to happen..."
"Sir, you can distrust it however you like, but this is the truth."
"No no. I believe in your story. Seeing how America was in this condition now, I think that was the main explanation."
The two of them looked out at the window, where the young America was chasing around a butterfly.
After a silence, England lowered his head, feeling down.
"I'm very sorry, sir... I wasn't able to save him..."
"It was his decision to begin with. Well, looking at his personality, I knew he hadn't thought this through. But, what happens happened. It's not your fault."
Once again, silence brewed in the air.
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"England, would you mind to come by again and look out for America?"
"Huh?"
"I think that boy will love to have you around. You have guarded him during the colonization days, so I think maybe he'll have fun if you're around. As long as you don't rule over us again."
"That won't happen. With your current military power and my condition, I think I don't want to."
"I guess so."
"If I may ask, how was America born?"
"We felt something was off, as if something went missing from this country. At first, we all thought that it was just an imagination. Then, while some people from the search team was patrolling around, they found a young boy- No. A young baby at a meadow. He wore a white, small dress with only a red ribbon on the neck. I was curious, and when I saw him... It was no mistaking it. It must be America."
"Thus, this made you wonder what really happened to the previous America..."
"Yes... But, considering the circumstances, we all deduced that the previous America might have died. We run all the tests and experiments. There's no doubt about it. This little boy here is definitely America. The newly born America. Honestly, I still couldn't believe it. I mean, a Personification shouldn't have died if the homeland hasn't fallen yet. But, after hearing your story, I think I have the basis now."
England lowered his head. He might have a hard time to really accept things. He is one of the people who is really close with America. Anyone would feel sorry for him.
A small silence broke out after that conversation.
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"This is maybe a bit too far, but I would like to keep a secret of what happening to America from others." America's boss broke the ice. This statement awoke England from his daydream.
"That's what I'm thinking as well, sir. In this condition, America won't be able to go to the World Meetings. We'll have to wait until he's older."
"We just need to come up with an excuse..."
"But still..." England looked at the running-around American, out in the garden. He smiled a bit. "I can't believe that the newly born America had become this big in just 6 months..."
"It's probably because of our economics and politics. We have grown a lot. It won't be a surprise, I suppose."
"There's a point to that." England showed a sad smile.
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After the moments of silence, the door in the room was opened. Both of them looked at the one who opened it, and it was the little nation.
"Hey, are you done yet?"
"Oh, yes. We're done here, America."
England stood up and took his briefcase. "Well then, I suppose I should take my leave here."
"Take care."
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When he was about to leave, he felt someone was pulling his trench jacket slowly. He noticed this and looked down. The little nation was pulling the jacket. His eyes were filled with curiosity and somehow sad.
"Um, have we met before? I'm not sure, but I can't shake the feeling that we have met somewhere before..." America asked England curiously, as he pulled the older nation's trench jacket.
The older nation could only looked at him, sympathizing. America's blue eyes were filled with curiosity. He couldn't resist those eyes. Eyes of his former charge. Eyes of his dearest friend.
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"...No. We haven't met before." England turned away from America, as if trying to cover his emotions. He put an emotionless face, with a stern look on his eyes.
"I see... Then, I should introduce myself! My name is the United States of America! But please call me America for short!"
"I'm the United Kingdom- Wait, you should've known already."
"I only know you as England, though."
The little nation gave a simple smile. England blushes a bit when seeing this. It was as if he was reminded the times he had with America. The good ones and the bad ones.
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The little America released his grip and ran to England's front. He had a cheerful face on him.
"Hey! Why don't we play a bit before you leave?"
"I'm sorry, but-"
"Don't worry! It won't be long! I'll show you a great place!"
"A great place?"
"The green meadows. They said that's where they found me. It's beautiful!"
America ran farther, as he invited England to go with him. The latter sighed, but a second later he smiled a bit. He left his briefcase with America's boss, so he could spend the time without carrying the big luggage.
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After walking for a while, they finally arrived at a meadow. The little nation was right. It is a beautiful meadow. England could feel a soft, breezing wind were flowing. He smiled a bit before moving forward towards the little nation who were ahead of him.
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Then, after he took a few steps, he suddenly saw a vision. No. It was more accurate to say that it is a part of his memories. It was an unforgettable one.
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A soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a slightly younger version of him, approached a very young boy.
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"Hahaha! I finally make up some time to come here! You better be grateful!" a young man were laughing as he approached a young baby with a white dress and a red ribbon.
"Oh, you came to see me! I'm so happy!" The young baby were looking very happy and excited at the same time.
"...What's with you? Aren't you going to run away?"
"No, I'm fine here. Lately, I've been learning about myself too."
"O-oh, I see..."
The wind started to blow between the two.
"Well... I'm happy to meet you too. You grew up pretty fast, huh?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, then! I won't waste any time! From now on, you're my younger brother!"
"Yeah! Then, I'm gonna call you big brother, okay?"
"What!? Oh, uh... Just... call me England. That's fine with me..." The young man wiped some of the tears that coming out from his eyes, while the little guy just started fidgeting, wondering about what happened.
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I see... This is also the place where I first met America...
England showed a simple and calm smile.
"Hmm? What's the matter, England? C'mon, over here!" The smaller nation gave a wave towards him, inviting him to go, as he showed his big grin. He seemed really happy.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going over there right now."
England ran towards the little America, with a happy smile on his face. The little nation sat under a giant tree as he smiled towards the older nation. The latter sat beside him, and rubbed his hair slowly, as he showed a refreshed face, enjoying the scenery at the meadow.
The winds started to blow softly again.
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America... I'm gonna keep my promise with you. I think I will hang out and take care of this little boy here. I don't know whether or not my actions will be able to repay for what you did, but this is the least I can do, right? So, as you have made me promise you, I also have a favor to ask.
Please... watch over me. Please... watch over my progress. Sometimes, a hero needs a guidance, right...?
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Thanks man...
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Author's note:
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I'm gonna have a lecture with you all. First of all..
*bows down and kneels down*
THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING BUTLERS AND NATIONS UNTIL THE END!
I'm really sorry, but this is the ending that I have decided. A nice ending, I hope. Thank you all for the readers, followers, etc, etc, who have supported and reviewed this fanfiction.
This is going to be the last time I wrote an Author's Note for this fanfiction, and this is the final chapter, Chapter 28. Short fanfic? YES. It's only 28 chapters long. But this chapter is the longest, since this is the epilogue.
Also, PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR ANY HISTORICAL ERRORS IN THIS STORY!
Since this story is focused on the battles, story, suspense, drama, and NOT history, I figure that there's no need to include any of them. My teachers in school have never taught us about World History, so I practically know so VERY LITTLE about European History. They taught us only my nation's history, which I don't like AT ALL.
As I told you in my profile, I wanted to create another fanfic after this one. I was planning a sequel as well, but I'm not really sure. This is best USUK moment that I could think of. I don't like yaoi, so... you know.
Last words: PLEASE SUPPORT MY OTHER FANFICTIONS AS WELL! GOODBYE, AND STAY WELL!
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