:~: Yup. This is it. Last chapter in mai book... *death* I just wanted to thank all of you for your support, and all that stuff. Seriously... this thing is liek my child... thats going away to collage D: So thanks, and remember to look out for my new book!

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I jumped up suddenly, my breath fast and quick. Beads of sweat dotted my face, and I slowly sunk back into my bed. I glanced quickly over at my lover, before lying down again. I couldn't sleep though. I truly hadn't thought of Alexandra in years. I don't even know what happened to her. My partners snore filled the air, and I tried to get comfortable. I tried going back to sleep, but it was impossible. Images of Alexandra haunted my thoughts, and made me want to know what happened to her even more. Without thinking or knowing, I let out a sharp cry of memories. Alfred bounced up, looking wildly around before grabbing my waist. I let out a snort, and pushed him off.

"Arthur, are you okay? Did you have a nightmare again? Are ghosts attacking?" I laughed at Alfred's concerned face.

"Do you remember Alexandra, you know, from our pirate days?" I said softly, getting a sentimental look on my face. His expression furrowed, and the grown man thought hard. Finally he whispered,

"Is she the girl who saved my life?" I nodded, pressing my forehead on his chest.

"What do you think happened to her?" I murmured, and burrowed into him some more. I knew he was probably thinking what to say so I interrupted.

"Of course I know she's dead, but I wonder what happened to her and Stefan after I left them. What if I was wrong? I know Alexandra. She probably regretted it in the end."

"How about tomorrow we look her up online? She was a noble, right?" I smiled to myself, and pulled away. We both settled down, his hands firmly around my waist, and we drifted asleep.

-The next morning-

After a breakfast of pancakes (with smiley faces- a courtesy of Alfred) we both dashed towards the computer. I was both excited and hesitant. What if I learned something I really didn't want to know? I glanced nervously at Alfred, but he was cool and collected looking (for the first time in his life.) He popped open the Internet and started typing in her name.

Alexandra Miaso Nightingale

He clicked enter, and we waited for it to load. I tapped my foot anxiously and almost jumped when Alfred grabbed my hand. I squeezed it, and let out a hum when it opened. I started reading it.

Alexandra Nightingale was born in England on July 4th ( Alfred let out a snort) and had a younger brother (Stefan) a mother, Illa Nightingale, and her father, Jonathan Nightingale. Not much is known about her, but she was missing for two years before coming back. Historians don't know where she went, but she came back in the year 1567. After coming back though, her parents described her as 'not entirely there' like she was still wherever she had been previously. The next year after she came back she was married to a general named Sam Shilkings. Sadly, after a month after they were married, she was murdered. No one knows who or how-

I gasped, not wanting to read any more of it. She was murdered. I was hoping she had just died at an old age, or at least after having plenty of children. Also the fact that they have no idea who did it frightens me. I looked back, and started reading again.

- she was killed. All the doctors knew was that she had her skull smashed open by some unknown object. Her parents believe that she was killed by a man she called 'Artie' (I gasped and winced at this) This had never been proven true, so it still remains a mystery today. All she left behind for a clue was a not addressed to someone she called 'England' as in a person, not the land mass.

Click here to see note

I quickly clicked it, not caring if Alfred was done reading or not. I knew the note was addressed to me. At first I wondered how she could have possibly known I was England when I remembered I told her, right before she left. I scrolled down to see a picture of a note. I zoomed in and started reading.

My Dear England,

You probably will never ever read this letter, and that makes me sad. I have no one to talk to any more (Stefan left for boarding school, can you believe it?) So I decided to talk to an imaginary you. I'm afraid England. You don't even know how much. I now know I should never had left any of you. My parents are cold hearted and over bearing. I can't even go to a market by myself. So forget me escaping with you, that was just a dream that could never be real. Anyway, back to why I'm scared. He's watching me. All the time. In public, we act happy. Really though, we hate each other. IT hit me last night. I don't know what to do! I used to be so strong, but now, I'm just like any other woman! I can't take IT anymore. IT makes me feel so dead, so cold, that I feel like I will never be warm again. Oh, how I miss you so much! (and the blue eyed one of course.) I fear I'm starting to go slightly mad. I know it's not normal for voices to be talking to me, and to see you everywhere I go. Your blonde hair and- wait. I don't dare describe you. What if IT finds this? I'm so scared so scared so scared... I see them everywhere. I'm so so sorry England. I should have listened to you. It's too late now though. I'm afraid my time is short.

With so much love,

Alexandra

I buried my head into my hands, eyes wide open. Look what I had done to this poor girl! I had practically led her to her death! I should never had helped her. I should have left her alone. Who was IT? She never uses he's or she's in her letter. I know who the blue eyed one is though. Of course it's Alfred. With so much love. That's what she said. I bet, if she saw me now, she would laugh at me, and ask in a teasing voice,

"Arthur you idiot, don't get so down on yourself! Come on! Be a man!" what sickened me was that she knew she was about to die. She knew who was going to kill her. She didn't even try to stop it. She sounded so terrified, wondering why she was going mad. Of course, I knew the truth. Once you have tasted pure freedom, there's no going back. I glanced at Alfred, and he had a stony cold face, glaring at the computer. I out my hand on his, and squeezed tightly.

"She's in a better place now."

- In heaven-

I looked down upon those two idiots, a small smile forming on my lips. I smiled even wider when they started kissing passionately. I knew that they would get together one day! I glared at Nisa who was watching as well. Up here, she was my best friend. She taught me about yaoi (I love love love it~!) and about... Other things. My husband (me and Nisa called him an ass-hat) was being tortured in hell (Thank the lord) and my parents and Stefan were up here with me. I occasionally saw Stefan hanging around other boys his age, but it made me sad to watch him.

"Look up Stefan you dolts!" I cried, and threw an imaginary rock at them. Of course, nothing happened. It was still fun to do though. I was shocked though, when Arthur looked up at me, a confused look on his face.

"Did you hear something?" I laughed as Alfred froze and a horrified look crossed his face.

"Do you think she's here? Ohmygawd shes coming back to kill us!" and grabbed Arthur. He scoffed and pulled away.

"Idiot. Of course she's not here. Even if she was, why would she kill us?" an evil grin crossed my face, and I was tempted to scare them even more. Sadly though, that was against the rules. Arthur turned back to the computer and murmured,

"Let's look up Stefan."

-Back to Iggy-

I quickly looked up Stefan, knowing that's what Alexandra wanted us to do. I pretended I couldn't see her (so I wouldn't scare Alfred) but I desperately wanted to talk to her, maybe find out who killed her. The computer loaded, and we both sat down.

Stefan Rubert Nightingale was born on February 15th (also his father's birthday.) not much is known about him, but we know he was also gone with his sister (Alexandra.) Sadly, he only lived to be fifteen. After his sister death, he committed suicide, hanging himself. (Alfred whimpered at at this) All he left for his grieving parents was a note, explaining why he had done it.

A look at the note.

I quickly clicked the link, and waited for the screen to pop up. Finally it did, and I could read it.

Dear Mother and Father,

Right now you're probably grieving for me and Alexandra. He threatened to kill me. He told me things, evil things. He said this was the best way that I could see her again. Alexandra said never to say his name, so he doesn't get in trouble with the police. If you're reading this, (she told me to call you Iggy) then I hope you know what you did to our family. I hope you know I hate you for what you did to her. She can't stop talking about you anymore. When we still lived in the same house, she would get up and go to my room, murmuring nonsense. I hate you! No... Wait... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, please, please forgive me! Please take back my words! She loved you, and that was the truth.

Stefan

We both gasped at the letter, and I scanned over his stinging words and then his apology. In my heart, I knew he was telling the truth. I did ruin this family. I made a family go crazy, a girl die, thus making her younger brother commit suicide. Apparently from the looks of the note, he had been crazy as well.

"Oh god... England, what if he wants revenge? I don't think I can take this..." Alfred groaned to himself. I, on the other hand, was not listening. I did see Alexandra. I have to talk to her without Alfred.

"Alfred love, can you leave the room for a moment?" I asked quickly, and prayed he would just do as I say. He just stared at me curiously, and left the room. I let out a sigh, and looked directly into Alexandra's cold, dead eyes.

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Was Arthur looking at me? What was he planning? Why could he even see me!

"Arthur...?" I asked uncertain, and took a hesitant step towards him.

"Alexandra?" he replied, and I gasped openly. He could see me!

"Yes! Arthur, can you see and hear me?"

"Yes love, I can. I just need to ask you two questions. Who killed you? How did it happen?" I frowned, and scrunched up my nose.

"My ass- hat of a husband." I muttered angrily. I turned pink though, when he asked about how.

"-and, I uh, got killed with a lamp." I said sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head. I could still faintly feel a bump. He laughed, and I turned red.

"A lamp? A former pirate, got killed by a lamp?" he chuckled, and I crossed my arms huffing.

" I bet one day you're going to die by choking on your horrid food." I said smugly, and he turned red.

"I am not." he muttered, and crossed his arms. Suddenly, I felt a pull and I knew it was time for me to go back. I jumped forward desperately, until I was nose to nose with Arthur. I knew he loved Alfred, and I was happy for them.

"Thank you." I murmured, and kissed him lightly, and I was gone.

-Back to Iggy-

After inviting Alfred back in, I still couldn't stop touching my lips. I felt bad, knowing that she knew I didn't love her. I guiltily kissed Alfred, but the feeling disappeared. Her thoughts told me she was happy for me, for us.

Even after the next following year, I didn't forget Alexandra. I told France, (he got a little teary) and Spain (who slightly knew her.) I reported to my government, telling the queen of my discovery. She didn't even ask how I had found out, and I was glad. I knew I would never forget the girl who made me smile, laugh, and make me feel wondering. I could now answer the question I had asked myself long ago about Alfred. Why do I care? The answer was simple. I loved him.

The end

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