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"You..." His voice cut off with a choked sob. "You can see me!?" His voice was barely a whisper, all the agony and grief vanishing as teared up again in pure joy. He collapsed, his form floating forlornly as he held his arms around himself, bent over, sobbing loudly in relief. "You can see me. You can see me. You can..." He kept repeating over and over again as he rocked back and forth, his breath stolen from him.

Prussia could see him.

He wouldn't be forgotten.

And he wasn't going to be alone anymore.

England would finally know he was there. After months of trying his prayers had finally come true. It didn't matter that he couldn't touch England, or hold him, or love him, just as long as England knew that he wasn't gone, that he hadn't left him alone in the world. He could finally tell England how sorry he was, how much he regretted what he had done in the heat of the moment and how he would never leave him again.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to tell England that he wasn't sure he'd be able to fit it all into words. But it was fine now. Even it took a hundred years to return to his body, England would know he was there and they could still interact, even if it wasn't through touch or sight or taste.

"Have you finished yet?" Prussia sighed after five minutes of America's sobbing.

After crying away everything he had in him, he was left feeling weak and awkward, small and embarrassed that Prussia had seen the hero's tears. He felt hollow and empty, but it was nothing compared the happiness bubbling beneath the surface.

He sniffled, rubbing away the tears with the back of his hands and hoped he wasn't blushing. Heroes didn't get embarrassed, or sniffle, or cry. He shook his head, clapping his hands against his cheeks as he tried to steady himself. He was just so jumbled up right now that he didn't know what to feel.

"'Dude'," Prussia teased. "You can fly. Why aren't you happier?" He paused, confusion flickering across his face before he grinned. "You can be like that guy you love. Super-something. Um... Superhero? Superbat?"

"Superman." He pouted childishly. How could anyone get that wrong?

"Yeah! Superhuman."

"Man." Everything else had lessened, dwarfed by annoyance at Prussia's mistake. "It's Superman, idiot."

"Oooooh~" He kept grinning, his blood-red eyes twinkling as if he knew something America didn't. "Sorry." He smirked, sounding anything but.

"You should be glad I can't hit you." He said as fierce as a newborn pup, his voice still hoarse from crying as he glared at Prussia, his hands curling into fists.

Prussia laughed. "It's just as well you didn't end up like Byzantine then, isn't it?"

"What the hell is a Byzantine?"

"That's a Byzantine." Prussia chuckled, throwing a thumb over his shoulder.

"Hey!" a voice shouted from the back the room, drawing Americas eyes to old, ugly woman in a white night-gown floating near the ceiling who he was sure hadn't been there before.

"Ew." America grimaced, so used to being on his own that he had forgotten to think before he spoke.

"I know..." Prussia smirked as they both watched her. "Charming woman, her."

"Fuck off!" She screeched.

"Love you too!" he cupped his mouth as he called back to her. She flipped him a middle finger before sailing out a closed window, leaving America wondering how she was able to when he could barely move five feet from his physical self.

He shot a grin at America before continuing on. "Anyway! I was thinking on it, trying to work out what was wrong with you, and it turns out you got 'Dead'."

"Got... Dead...?" He wasn't that great at when it came to English, even though he learnt from the best, but he was pretty sure that sounded wrong.

"Yeah, it's super-serious disease." Prussia's eyes darkened. "About 1 in every 1 human gets it." He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "And in every single reported case of 'Dead', the person died." He shook his head sadly, folding his arms. "There's no cure for it either."

This sounded serious. He was using statistics and data, so there was no way he could be wrong. "W-What do I do!?" He wailed, panicking. How was he going to get back to his body if he had Dead? How was he going to see Arthur again? How was he going to let him know that he loved him with all his heart if he had Dead?

Prussia watched, beyond amused as America started to freak out. Teasing him about one of his stupid superheroes had been an awesome stroke of genius to get him to revert back to his usual and stupid self, but this was just priceless. He was never going to let the so-called 'superpower' forget this one.

He couldn't take it at more, and burst out laughing as America floated in circles, looking left and right for something that might help him.

France was right, Prussia thought as he wiped away the tears of laughter, America's pout making it all the more hilarious, he really was an idiot.

"Prussia~" He whined, floating down towards him. "Help me~"

Before he could reply, the doors at the end of the hall burst open to reveal Allistor. He glided towards them with an evil look in his eye. Prussia recognised that look from anywhere. It was a look that let people know that one wrong word would have them stuck in a hospital for weeks with everyone of their limbs individually broken by his own hand.

"Did you forget something?" Prussia asked, his tone nervous at the sight of his angry eyes.

He withdrew his cigarette, blowing out a slow breath before lifting his head and glaring at America. "Aye, jus' one thing." He growled quietly, America stiffening in fright as his eyes bore into him.

Maybe being seen wasn't such a good thing after all...

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so shit...I just needed some light banter between the two of them before the shit storm that's about to come. I'll probably come back and rewrite it at some point...

This one was actually pretty hard to write, mainly because I'm a total Scotland fangirl (you wouldn't have guessed from my other stories :P ) and so I've been writing the chapters with him in it. Just a heads up, Scotland's language is going to be rather...fruity... Also, his is the only accent I can type out, so he'll be speaking differently,sort of...um... You'll see what I mean when we get there... ^^'

On the bright side, this means the next chapters should be coming out relatively quickly... I think... Probably... I'm working on some fic requests and a 30 Day Challenge right now, so we'll have to see...

Also, if you can figure why both Allistor and Prussia can see him before chapter five is published, I'll write you a oneshot ^^ (Just PM or leave a review with your suggestion and I'll get back to you :D )

And Grandpa Rome? I'm so sorry about turning your twin into an ugly old woman ;_;

Oh! And to the reviewer who asked how you can die and then fall into a coma – the personifications can't properly die, even when they are severely injured, as the country itself is still whole, so they heal pretty quickly and then just go back to their 'normal' lives. So, when America got hit by the car, he died, his body started to heal but he's now stuck in a coma and can't wake up.

Er... Yeah... I hope that makes sense...

Also, I'll try to get Pandamonium updated by the end of tomorrow :)

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you're enjoying it so far ^-^