To Be The Hero

by Fiona3210

Something new. It's a dark Hetalia story about America. No longer a one-shot. I don't own Hetailia. I also don't own the cover, because if I did, it would be hideous, unlike this.

19. Epilouge

Epilogue

The meeting had been long and boring, but England had done it. The president finally knew who America was, and was happy about that. America had found it difficult to adjust immediately, but was soon perfectly fine. England still frequently visited, along with Canada, to check up on him, though. The trio decided to keep almost everything between them. The one thing they shared with the other countries: America's birthday. No more, would it be ignored, and some countries even had fun designing and attending a surprise party. Even some of the countries that often got annoyed with the young nation came and had a blast. America eventually turned back into a more natural goofball. You know, the one who likes to comment on the little details, which can cause many people to laugh.

Anyway, America and England frequently visited each other, and other countries such as France began to think the two were in a relationship. They were right, of course, but used the term relationship as a romantic one, which would be untrue. It had taken over 300 years, but finally America and England considered one another as family again. There was still the occasional bickering about silly things like what words to use where, but that had been solved by Canada, who said that if you were in America, you speak like an American, if you were in England, you speak like an Englishman.

So did anyone really get what it was like to be the hero? Well, the answer is no. Not even America knew. He tried to though, and that's what counts. And in some ways, to some people, he was a hero. So if you ever think that nobody cares, just remember, that to somebody, you're a real live hero.

Done, people. I just want to say thanks to all of you guys who managed to stick with this story. I love you all (Well, everybody except the guy who keeps throwing books at my head. Just kidding, I love you too!). I actually need to ask a favor of you though. I started writing a new story (The Last Story) and I need some criticism (and love!). Sorry if I sound demanding. I never thought I would be saying this but... Ciao, per ora e per sempre. (Goodbye for now and forever.)