21, April, 2023

I walked through the crowded streets of London with America by my side. I was wearing a tan trench coat, black trousers, and a pair of matching black shoes, while America dressed more casual. He wore a simple blue shirt, a pair of jeans, and his bomber jacket. The only thing he was carrying was a camera that was strapped around his neck. It was surprisingly a beautiful day in England, it didn't rain once and it didn't look like it was going to. White fluffy clouds lingered in the light blue sky showing no signs of rain. Which explained why more people chose to walk over driving today. I put my hands into my pockets and stared at the American walking besides me, he glanced back at me with a smile, "are you nervous?" I asked.

America shrugged, "I guess that I am a little, I'm more excited than nervous."

I nodded in understanding, "So I heard that the protests have ended and the president stepped down."

"Yeah, the new elections are coming up soon." A month after the world meeting, some files leaked out of the government's hands and to the media. It turns out that the president purposely lowered the economy to obtain more power over the people. The public was outraged. They put their empty stomachs to the side and planned widespread protests. A couple of months ago, two million American citizens from all across the country marched straight to the capital demanding a new president. Videos of the event went viral, and the news spread internationally. When I first received the news I flew streight to America to check up on him to find out that he was the leader of the movement. After an attempted assignation of the president, the president was pushed over the edge and gave up his power.

"So what made you do it?"

America turned to me, "What?"

I shook my head with a small smirk, "Don't think that I don't know it was you. Those files were well protected, it had to be a member of the government to give them to the media. It wouldn't be the first time that a personification double crossed their leaders, but you're usually fairly loyal to your bosses. So what made you do it?"

America sighed and brought his eyes to the ground. He walked a little closer to me and spoke quieter, "After reading those files, I-I just got so angry. It certainly wouldn't be the first time where the leader made their people suffer so that they had no spirit to go against government decision, but this is the first time it happened to me to this degree. I felt so betrayed that my own leader would do this with the given opportunity of me being away. So I wanted to show him that the power of the people is stronger than anything that can be contained. I handed it over to the first reporter I saw. He was nice too, he was doing pretty bad before I gave him the chance to shine. I later found out that he sent his daughter to college with the money he earned through the story!"

I chuckled, "You were just born to rebel, weren't you? So what do you think of the people who are running for president?"

America's eyes lit up, "They are really nice! I can just see it in their eyes, they really want to help for the good of the United States. I'm tellin' you man, things are really starting to look up now!"

"I can tell." We walked for a while in silence until I spoke up again, "So will you be able to handle it?"

"Hmm?"

"The stress. You have been doing good so far, but can you keep it up?"

America gave me a nod, "Yeah, ever since I started going to therapy, things have been getting better. The nightmares even stopped!" Before we left America's house and continued to our regular country duties, we became increasingly concerned about these nightmares America kept having; they only got worse since they started. So eventually Germany came up with the idea of giving America psychotherapy. France brought in a professional from his country, and explained the situation. She agreed to keep everything classified and started the first session right away. America has been going ever since.

"Well it's good to see that helped."

America smiled, "It wasn't just the therapist though, you guys helped me a lot too." We have been visiting America frequently since we left. Germany kept America updated in the engineering field, he was always good at that. Japan kept America up to date culture wise, it was ironic how America had to introduce Japan to different and new cultures long ago, and now it was the exact opposite. Canada and America worked together when it came to the relationships between countries. They have been working on tightening ties between countries they held tense relationships with. So far they have already received apologies from the three nations who harassed Alfred at the meeting, and they are still working towards peace. I couldn't be surprised though, Canada can practically find a peaceful way to do anything. Russia and America have long discussions about current affairs and recent history, a lot happened over the time of ten years after all. America, China, and I have been going to each other's houses lately to discuss trading routes. America asked me to come along once and I have been involved ever since. While this was all happening, Italy, Romano, Spain, Prussia, and France have teamed up to help America with agriculture. Prussia started it and posted the idea on his blog. Italy saw it and joined with Romano tagging along. Spain became involved because of Romano and France because of Spain and Prussia. They started a large campaign to feed America's people and millions of their citizens became interested. People from all over the world donated non-parashable food to American citizens who still couldn't afford anything to eat. When America first found out about the campaign, he completely broke down and cried from happiness. The G8 have never been this close before. The economy was increasing, but slowly due to the American protests.

"Well you would have done the same if this happened to anyone else. You're not the only hero in this world, America."

America gave me a warm smile, "I'm alright with that."

We stopped in our tracks at the sight of a small flower shop ahead. I let out a low chuckle as America stared at the exterior of the shop like it was the most important thing in the world, "So are you ready?" America nodded. "It could be dangerous."

America gave me a weird look, "How?"

"Well, you never really had a human involved in your life in this way."

America stared at me in confusion, "As involved you mean..."

"Letting her know about us," I continued. "If any of your enemies know about her, then they can-"

"I won't let that happen," America interrupted instantly.

I nodded, "neither will I since she's my citizen, but it can happen. There may be a couple of attempts."

America shrugged, "We just won't let them find out then."

I sighed, "Lad, that may be a tad hard considering that eight other nations know about her."

"W-Well they're just the G8! They won't tell anybody! They're my allies!"

"alliances don't last forever, America."

The country in front of me crossed his arms, "I know that," he muttered. "They wouldn't hurt Rose though, I can just feel it."

I sighed again, "America, you're not getting what I'm trying to tell you. I'm worried that you're the one who is going to get hurt."

America stared at me, shocked, "M-Me?"

I nodded, "Being this close to a human can be dangerous for you also. It can be a heart breaking thing, yet it can also be the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to you. I just want to know if you are ready for this."

America paused and looked uncertain for a moment. Just when I thought he was going to back out, he took a long look at the shop. His look softened and he smiled a bit. He then turned back to me, "Yes. I am more than ready for anything that can be thrown at me."

I shook my head and laughed, "You know, the rules might be that a nation shouldn't fall in love with a human, especially one in a different country, but we are fairly close allies, and I believe that this can be an exception."

America blushed at my comment, "Woah woah, we're friends, I didn't say anything about a romantic relationship."

I shook my head with a smile, "I see that the next therapy session you have will be about denile."

America gawked, "I am not in denile! We are nothing but good friends!"

I snorted, "Yeah, and flying mint bunny isn't real."

America paused, "Alright fine, I'll let you live in your little fantasy world where green bunnies fly around and Rose and I are in a romantic relationship, but when you realise the truth, don't come crying to me when reality hits you hard. Now let's go!" America grabbed my hand started to drag me. He ran right through the traffic without a single glance at the cars. There were a series of long honking from the frustrated drivers. Some even poked their heads out of the window to yell at the American. I tried to at least turn my head to apologize only to be yanked forward. I stumbled ahead behind the racing American his grip tightened around my hand, cracking the knuckles.

Once we finally crossed the street, America came to an instant stop, sending me to crash into him, "Why the bloody hell did you stop?" I asked with a huff. America ignored me and stared through the glass door, I could see Rose had her back turned on the door and was currently placing flowers on the shelves. America's eyes sparkled from happiness as he watched her. I let out a chuckled, "You know, you are allowed to go inside. I figured that you knew that since you almost got us run over by a car to reach this place.

America jumped for a moment, he was most likely staring off. He blushed a little and gave me a sheepish smile, "Right. My bad." He walked up to the door hesitantly and rested his hand on the handle for a moment. He closed his eyes then pushed open the glass door. A loud annoying bell rang throughout the shop. America's eyes widened at the closer view of Rose.

"Welcome to Rose's Flower Shop, how-" The red-head turned around and her eyes became wide saucers at the sight of America. She fumbled with a pot of flowers as she placed it to the side and ran towards the American. I moved to the side as she threw herself at America, having him catch her in his arms. They both started to laugh and yell as America twirled her around in the air. I leaned against the front desk and watched the happy couple. Rose gave him a peck on the cheek as America placed her down gently. "Alfred! I missed you!" She gave him another hug and America glanced at me, his face was now bright red after she smeared a bit of lipstick on his cheek. I gave him a thumbs up and smiled, Just friends, he mouthed.

I shook my head, bollocks, I mouthed back.

Rose turned to be and shook my hand, "It is nice to see you again..."

"You can just call me Britain," I responded.

Rose nodded, "Right, I almost forgot about the whole nickname thing." She turned back to America, "even though we kept in touch by calling, it is really nice to see you in person. You look so different! I saw you in the news too a while ago, you were in the background. I still cannot believe that you got yourself caught up in the American protests!"

America laughed and shrugged, "well I guess that I simply couldn't stay out of it."

"Well because of you, I had to keep up with the politics in a country that I never even visited before," she reached over and playfully punched his shoulder.

I cleared my throat and took a step forward, "Is it alright if we talk in a place a little more privet? This my sound a little out of the ordinary, but we have something important to tell you."

Rose gave me a questioning look, "Sure, I guess." She reached over and flipped the sign on the door to closed before locking it, "who did you kill?" She murmured to America.

America chuckled, "Nobody, well at least that's what everybody believes."

Rose snorted in response and gave him smirk, she then turned to me, "We can talk upstairs." She unlocked the back door and opened it, revealing a flight of stairs. I followed Rose up the metal stairs with America close behind me. There was only a small hallway and a single door at the top of the stairs. Rose opened the door and stepped into a small apartment. I followed her inside and looked around. The entire apartment had to be the size of my living room. The closest part of the apartment to the door was a tiny seating section. There was what looked like a pull out couch that transformed into a bed, there was also a coffee table, and a TV. The next part was a dining area with a small wooden table with two stools besides it. In the back of the apartment was a row of counters, a fridge, and a gas stove. There were two large windows and a glass door that lead to a one-person balcony. On the other side of the room was a door that most likely lead to a bathroom. Despite the small size, it was a fairly well-kept home. There were no dirty dishes in the sink, the white rugged floors held not a single stain, and the only thing that looked out of placed were a couple of opened books loitering around, and a folded quilt that was hung over the couch, she most likely slept there since it was a pull out couch and it didn't look like there was a bedroom. The apartment was also very decorative. In the middle of the table, was a red vase with a couple of roses placed in them. The curtains on the windows had a yellow pattern, and the clean dishes placed off to the side to dry were blue. I admired all of the pastel colors. There were also plenty of framed pictures and paintings hanged on the wall. "Do you want some tea?"

"Yes, please," I responded

America sat down on the couch and looked around the apartment casually, "I see that you got new curtains."

I could see Rose nod from the kitchen, "Yes, I found a hole in the old ones."

I gave America a questioning look, "So you've been to her apartment before?" I said just loud enough for America to hear.

America crossed his arms, "just once or twice."

"So did you stay over once or twice?"

"Britain, drop it."

"So when you came over did you-"

"Get your mind out of the gutter," he hissed. "Right now you're worse than France."

I gawked, "Don't you dare compare me to that frog!"

We continued our hushed bickering until we heard tea cups clink against a wooden table. We turned around to see Rose sitting at the small dining room table, "Are you done arguing? The tea's done."

I blushed, "Yes, I apologize for that."

Rose laughed, "It's alright. Wait a minute while I get an extra stool."

We watched her exit the apartment and walk down the stairs before I leaned over to America, "How much do you think she heard?"

"Well it's a fairly small building I live in and the walls are very thin," Rose called as she came up the stairs once again. She carried a stool with leather cushioning on it, "So I heard all of it. Here's your chair." She gave a small smirk as I took the chair from her and placed it by the table. "It's alright. When I first told my mum about Alfred she was bugging me non-stop."

America laughed, "Remember when your mom came into the shop while I was stopping by?"

Rose snorted and covered her face with her hands, "you should not be allowed to bring that up!" She took a sip of her tea, "So what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

America looked at me and I gave him a small nod. America took a deep breath and looked at Rose. "Alright, well you see, we came here to tell you a story., a non-fiction story. You're gonna find it hard to believe, but it's one hundred percent true. This is the important part, you have to promise on your life, that you will not tell a soul. If you promise to do that, then you can be part of the story."

Rose put her tea down and raised an eyebrow "Exactly what kind of story is this?"

"It's a very interesting story," I said. "A never-ending story. One filled of adventure and wonderful people. You wouldn't even be able to imagine the kind of things that are in this story, but I believe that you will love it once you get involved."

Rose smiled and her eyes lit up with curiosity, "Alright, I won't tell a soul, now let's hear that story."

America shined with glee, and I gave him a look to continue. America paused for a moment before continuing, "Well, there's a reason why everybody calls me America..."

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! This is officially the last chapter. I really would like to thank everybody that has enjoyed this story. It really was fun to write and great practice for writing. I can simply tell from the first chapter that my writing improved. This story was quite the adventure. What started as a simple daydream of America running through the woods lead to a 26 chapter story with more than 100,000 words. Also this story has more than 400 reviews. Just thank you so much for reviewing! Seriously there were a couple of times where I haven't updated in a while, would look at this story, and wouldn't feel like working on the next chapter. Then I would read your reviews and I would suddenly become inspired to update as soon as possible.

This is the very first story that I actually finished, and I am so glad that I continued with this. Thank you so much for your encouragement! I am not overexagerating when I say that you helped me a lot. A couple of years ago I was asked what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I said that I wanted to be a writer. I was instantly told that I would never get anywhere in life by simply writing, so I stopped. A while later I was showed Hetalia and I completely fell in love with it. I then find FanFiction and read a bunch of amazing FanFics, you guys can be really talented. So I develop a plot for this FanFic over time and wrote the first chapter while Hurricane Sandy stormed through my town (there were no damages since I live in a valley and every form of weather is toned down when it rolls through the valley.) A day later I check my email, and there were so many people that favorited, followed, and reviewed, I was completely touched. This story was viewed all over the world! How crazy is that!? I honestly couldn't believe it. So I continued to write and found out as I did before that I completely loved writing and fell in love with it all over again. Now I am really starting to question those who said that writing will get me nowhere. If you like doing something, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. Just thank you so much.

Well, it is time to update this story for the last time, and I am seriously going to cry (don't worry, it's from happiness) Once again, I cannot thank you enough for you to comprehend how much your views/follows/favorites/reviews mean to me. Whether you have been reading this from the very beginning, or you find this years after this, I really appreciate all of you. So some of you might be thinking what now? Well I certainly won't stop writing. I'm thinking about a story on the cold war, or maybe even a states story. I might do both, not at the same time. I won't start it right away though, I still want to work on my other stories that I have been neglecting for this one afterall. Each one would require a ton of research. And being the history nerd that I am I would want it to be as historically accurate as possible. Just thank you so much, and if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. Goodbye!