:x It has been 2 years since the last update. I really can't say anything as a pardon for the delay. I have gone to many different places in these last 2 years and fanfiction became a distant memory. However, I still enjoy hetalia and America. America's one of my favorite and dearest of memories. I had stopped the story because there was no end for this story. I always had it in mind but couldn't find a way to write it. Now I'm making up for it. Working hard to work together with past me's words and my new way of writing. Hope it can make sense! Pardon! Thank you for reading for you getting this far.

As always Hetalia's not mine, though I wished they all were. ^U^

Spain relaxed as the villain let go. Spain was so tired. His eyes were swollen and he felt like heavy lead sinking him down to the earth. But mostly he wanted to just relax. The pain was so numbing that it almost felt like he was floating and it felt good. Spain last thoughts were,

Gracias Dios, America woke up. Had I only remembered sooner that he didn't drink it either…why did I forget something so important? America… woke… up…thank goodness…I can sleep. I hope I can wake up soon…Romano…

Spain strained to speak and he could only form these broken words.

"Amerribaa..."

America's ear listened as he fought with the villain.

"Spain! Spain ohmygod, I'm so SO SORRY! I don't understand why I didn't wake up sooner! Like seriously how could I not have woken up sooner? Spain… what's going…I don't seem to understand,"

"Kick hiss athhh," Spain mumbled through his swollen lips.

America glanced behind towards Spain and he was shocked to see how Spain lay before him. America's glassy eyes reflected and picked up each purple, black, browning hue on Spain's feebly beat up body. His eyes began to tear with a mix of sudden understanding and hatred. Spain feebly managed to lift his left hand to show the thumbs up sign and then it dropped to the ground just as softly as it rose. Spain stared at America with intense feeling before he slowly closed his eyes and his head rolled to his side to a quite stillness. America winced as if he felt Spain's pain run right through him. He then turned around to focus on the villain's equally blue eyes suddenly a lot bigger and capable of giving the Villain the biggest beat down he's ever given.

"You! You hurt Spain like that. I really dislike you! Speak to me! Why do dodge me? Have you noticed my fists would shatter your bones? Cause I will Mr. Villian! Tell me! Why did you beat Spain up? WHAT is going ON HERE? WHY is everyone dead? What did you do to them! TELL ME! SAY something you fucking little shit…"

America began to feel his cheeks burn and his eyes sting with the new forming tears. Had he really said it? That they were all dead? God. Damn. It. All. America grimaced as his fists kept digging into the Villain's shirt. The Villain was of course calm for some reason. The hits weren't affecting him though they should have if he were normal. He stayed quiet and tilted his head as if to ponder while participating in this fighting dance.

"Don't MOCK ME. ANSWER me," America demanded with coldness radiating.

"I'm not too… sure… what is happening here. I was supposed to make everyone go to sleep but then the nation of Spain was awake. And now you. What I'm wondering is why the punch did not work on you or the nation of Spain. Was it not powerful enough? Do you have resistance to it? But I don't contemplate too much on the past. I focus on the present and my boss always hates that about me…but oh well. In addition that… still fucking pissed off. My weekend plans are down the drain, my tooth is not where it's supposed to be, so that means I have to buy a crown. Do you have any idea how much that costs? Like a thousand each…better get paid extra for taking this job anyways. And! My fucking boss wanted this done by like now and it's not. I could whine all day but I'm not that type of guy. I'll just use my anger to beat you down where you're supposed to be. They don't call me "The Closer" after all for nothing. And that's it. There's more to it but see my lips and how they're closed.

"Ah, we'll see about that!"

And they danced as America dodged the villain's swings and dropped himself to the ground. He quickly placed his hands on the villain's feet and brought them toward himself. Using the Villain's momentum falling down, America then swung the villain into the chalkboard.

CRASH!

"YEAH," America yelled as he fist pumped the air…only to have his smile disappear as he thought about England lecturing him about the chalkboard when they woke up. America made a face and chuckled.

"Well, I guess I'll have to buy a new chalkboard now," America kept smiling until he realized No wait. They are all dead…Why am I even fighting this guy?

"So! OKAY! THAT means that I DON'T need to buy a new Chalkboard after ALL, since everyone's FUCKING dead," America yelled to the air, but more to himself.

The villain jerked upward in a stiff motion. He patted off the chalk on his black sweater and he looked menacingly at America.

"Dead, no, asleep, yes. And you know what? I'm actually going to murder you. Orders? What Orders? Can't give a flying fuck about orders right now, no no. No no Yes. This day! It just keeps on getting worse and worse. So I am just going to fucking kill you. KILL YOU. And I promise I won't stop till you are dead in front of me plus that Spain. I assure you. So, Die. Plus, I never liked America. You stupid American's with you're stupid stupidness. I'll just tell my boss I accidentally killed you. I don't think he'll mind. And if he minds, fuck him too."

"Oh no, you didn't!..."America said as he thought, When you said so die…why did it seem to me as if you didn't mean it? But this guy's vibes…the vibes…. they are serious. Oh well, no reason to think about the cause…just got to deal with the effect!

"YAHHHHH," America yelled as he lunged at the villain and danced around but the space was too cramped America noticed. He tripped on Germany during the scuffle and apologized, "Sorry Germany."

America swung around dodging as he gave Germany a small smile.

Thank goodness though. Thank you fucking God, I would give you a kiss, if I knew where the hell you were. They're not dead. Yeah, they're not. He said they are sleeping! But he's definitely intent on killing me! At least it is me and not them. They are…alive!

D: There will be more updates. The chapters are already written. Just needs revision. Thank you for reading. You cool cool cucumbers.

Stay cool. Yeah~