Author's Note- Hey everyone, thank you so much for joining me on this journey. I know that the last chapter wrapped things into a neat little package. While that may have been a good place to stop, this story does focus on America and Alaska. Things ever stay peaceful for long with those two. Anyway before we get to the epilogue a quick shout out to last chapter's wonderful reviewers. Thank you to TheNSIGirl, mofalle, kshima91, Fluffy's Lady, Seven of Clubs, and Sesi Braginskaya. Also a special thank you this stories beta reader. Pruhana you are truly as awesome as Prussia.

Disclaimer- Still don't on Hetalia and I probably never will. Still that isn't going to stop me from writing fanfiction for the series.

Epilogue- Come High Water

On August 12, 1967 at about four a.m. America's radio crackled to life again. Drowsily shoving his covers aside, he half fell out of bed reaching for it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Alfred, this is Samantha speaking…"

"Hey, Alaska. What is up?" America yawned and stretched.

On the other end of the radio the other person paused as if to try to find the best way to give bad news. "Um…Fairbanks is flooding…"

"What! Where are you? What is going on? Is everything alright?" America's voice was working towards panic. Fairbanks was Alaska's second largest city, and one of the only major cities in the entire state that had managed to survive the Good Friday Quake with in one piece. That city was also the hub for the radar network to keep an eye on Ivan.

"Alfred! I am fine." Alaska's voice came clear and sharp despite being filtered through the ever-present white noise that marred all radio communication. The loud hum of engines and rushing air served as a backdrop to her end of the connection. "Everything is okay here, all things considered. I am actually in the air at the moment in a C-123 helping with the Recon 144th."

"And?" America asked anxiously, reaching for Texas on his bedside table.

"Pretty much all of Fairbanks is underwater and I have about 8,000 people currently evacuated to the University." A deep sigh could be made out through the static noise. "My goodness, some centennial this is turning out to be."

"What do you need?"

"Well I am going to need new hospital and probably a new downtown once all of this is over." Alaska distractedly commented.

"And?" This was a major disaster. The type of disaster that usually had states coming to the federal government begging for the money, personal, and goods they needed to battle it. The fingers pinching America's bridge of his nose wasn't helping ward off a very unpleasant headache he could feel rising with each passing moment.

Alaska paused then thoughtfully added a few things to the list of 'needs'. "It wouldn't hurt to ship up some more blankets and stuff. Though you may want to send some of the supplies to Anchorage. The Alaskan National Guard is evacuating the flood refugees down there." She almost acted as though she was going to sign off, then suddenly spoke up again. "Oh, and Alfred…"

"Yes?" America was puzzled by the abrupt timidness he heard in his largest state's voice.

"Nothing against centennial parks or cars or anything, but can I get flood control dam for my next birthday?"

If nothing else America could admit that Alaska did at least keep his life interesting…

Historical Note- As far as disasters in Alaska goes the 1967 Fairbanks Flood (known locally as the Great Flood) is in the top ten. It occurred in early August, only a month after the state officially celebrated 100 year anniversary of being purchased by the United States. The centennial celebration was far smaller than expected, because of unusually heavy rains. By the end of July 8.5 cm of rain had fallen, twice what normally falls in July. Due to the permafrost underneath most of the city the water couldn't drain downwards and the soil became saturated and muddy.

The already saturated soil lead to disaster when on August 12 8.7 cm of rain fell in under 24 hours and the rain just kept on coming. By August 14 the Chena River which flows through the center of town exceeded the largest flood previously and continued to rise. Scrambling to rescue what they hundreds of volunteers tried to help sandbag the local hospital, but they were not able to build a dike fast enough to stop the rising waters. In the end all the patients, doctors, nurses, and most of the volunteers had to be evacuated to the University. By August 15, the University was housing 8,000 evacuees who were housed in faculties designed to house 1,000 students.

Despite the fact that over 60 percent of the Fairbanks was severely flooded by this event. Alaskan's insisted on doing most of the work to recover themselves. They raised the money to build a new state of the air hospital, and turned the bankrupt Creamer's Dairy into a bird sanctuary. They also rebuilt the local TV station within four months of the flood, and making it the first color channel in Alaska. In the end there were only two things that the community of Fairbanks asked from the federal government. First they wanted a flood control system to help prevent future floods. This project was completed in 1979 and is active today. The second was low interest loans to help people rebuild. The rebuild went so quickly that the City of Fairbanks was selected to be an "All-America City" in 1969.

End Note- Well everyone, another journey has ended…but I would love it if you could join you for another. Next week I will be posting a new story entitled "Under the Rising Sun." This piece is about the Japanese spirit in the wake of the Great East Japan Earthquake. I am hoping to get the first of three parts posted on March 11th which is the second anniversary of the event because I was asked to write it in dedication to a friend who lost a sister in the disaster. Let's show everyone who was affected by the earthquake that Japan has not been forgotten.