This chapter is just as short as the last chapter, but considering I've given enough interaction time between Steve and America, I don't think it's something that needed major touching upon, unlike with the other nations and Avengers.

I, once more, don't own anything in the Avengers or in Hetalia. I'm just a poor college student.

England and America approached Steve, which was understandable for several reasons. One, the two nations had met the superhero at an earlier point that Steve had only just remembered. And two, America was a major fan of Steve's. England was talking in harsh whispers with America as the two made their way towards the captain, but America was just laughing off the words. Even with Steve's more advanced hearing, he couldn't pick up what England was saying, just that his tone was harsh.

"Hey Cap!" America greeted once he and his companion were a few feet from him.

"You know you can just call me Steve, right?" Steve asked his old comrade.

"Yeah, but it feels more natural to call you Cap," America grinned. "Besides, it's better than Capsicle, right?"

Steve shook his head with a sigh.

"That it is," Steve said with a good-natured smile.

England bit back a smile and elbowed America in the gut, making the younger of the two cringe and mutter an owh. He rubbed his side, muttering, "Okay okay" before turning his attention back to the Avenger.

"So, I never really got the chance to thank you guys for all the good you've done for America and this world," the nation stated with a seriousness in his voice that Steve hadn't heard for some time. "I mean, you've saved my butt more times than I can count, though you've never known about me till recently."

"Alfred, you don't-" Steve began, but he was stopped by America's raised hand. He fell silent, allowing America to continue.

"No, I really do. I always boast about being the hero, but you guys are the real heroes. You keep the world safe. And for a short time, you guys allowed me to feel like I was important, even when I was just some kid with amnesia," America said with a little smile. "You don't know how much that means to me."

Steve was left speechless. He was never used to people saying they were inspired by him. He was use to thanks, which he'd just shrug off with a "it's my job." But having something so personal be told to him was something that always left him speechless. He was still adjusting from being a soldier to being a hero. England was giving a nod of approval.

"The world is indebted to you heroes," England added. "Without all of you around, I'm not sure if we countries would be around for very long."

"It's our job," Steve spoke up, finding his voice once more. "It's what we do."

"And that's why I wanted to thank you," America said.

"You're still an Avenger, Alfred," Steve continued. "No matter what, whether you're Alfred or America, you're an Avenger, and you'll always be one. So that makes you a hero too."

America's grin brightened, and even England's smile widened as his eyes warmed. Without warning, America walked over and pulled Steve into a bone-crushing hug which may have harmed anyone that wasn't superhuman. Steve only needed a second to adjust to the action before he returned the hug.

"Thank you," America whispered before he released his hold.

Steve gave a curt nod with a warm smile.

"Anytime my friend," the soldier said. "Anytime at all."

I can't say when the next chapter will be, since I have two interviews coming up. And since I have a four day weekend, I may head back home and spend some time there. I'm still unsure of what will become of this weekend.

The next chapter is the last chapter.