My last update for today!!! I hope you enjoy the 3 continuously updates I published :3. I think you'll be satisfied because I never update this a long time~ I'm still not use to it in Wattpad; it makes me awkward and nervous xD.

Chapter 7: Finally….

There's a serious atmosphere lingering in the air. Two sky-blue eyes: Warm and cold, clashed together. Short blonde hair with an ahoge, representing Nantucket, sticking up and angry sky-blue eyes looked at his other self, carrying an unconscious Brit in bridal style. They wore the same tan uniform jacket and bomber jacket with '50' on the back and also glasses, representing as Texas. They were a few inches away, and the other blonde only looked at him in boredom. When you look closely, you'll see anger mixed with amusement.

"What are you going to do to England?!" questioned America, glaring at him heatedly and calmly. He felt that he need to be cautious about his other self, and then he looked at the unconscious Brit; the unconscious Brit has messy, short blonde hair, slender-figure, and bushy eyebrows, and he wore in a green dress military uniform, which consists of a green jacket, brown Sam Browne belt (the over-the-right-shoulder-and-waist-belt), green pants tucked into his boots, off-white shirt, a tie that's a shade of green that's slightly darker than the rest of his uniform, and brown boots that almost come up to his knees. When England's eyelids are open, you'll see the color of lime-green eyes. The other America looked at him with a grinned.

"Hahahah! I'm taking away what's mine. He is my beloved property after all." Answered the other America obsessively, talking to him casually. America looked at him seriously, using his death glared.

"England isn't your property! He has a freedom to choose from!" said America in passion, raising his voice seriously while glaring at him heatedly. The other America smiled at him, using Russia's smile with a dark aura bursting out. America shivered, remembering the Cold War coming again, but it wasn't Communism vs Capitalism.

"How naïve you're, my other self. I'll take his freedom away for the sake of protecting him!" said the other America. America clenched his fists in anger, losing his cool, and he dashed straight ahead while raising his fist, ready to strike. America hates taking away someone's freedom, so he will fight for England's sake.

"You bastard! No one takes our freedom away with your selfish desire, especially England!" shouted America. The other America dodged gracefully in inches away, carefully not to drop the unconscious Brit. A loud sound erupted, and dust flew everywhere, lingering in the air. Everything is silence, only America's breathe could only be heard. Suddenly, the other America laughed loudly, echoing in the hall, dust still covered them by their surroundings. In front of America is a larger crater. His fist was still on the floor. America stood up straight, looking where the sound came from until he found his figure, dust still covered them, and he still carried the unconscious Brit in bridal style.

"Hahahahah! You stupid fool! You're failed as a hero! You left him behind, and left my beloved's feeling sad. But don't worry. I won't leave him behind. I'll take good care of him, showing my real love to him. You're a hypocrite, a liar, and a pretender! You should protect your England and shouldn't leave him behind! And now, look at what have you done...Because of your carelessness, I'll take your England away, which is becoming mine" said the other America in anger, and then he laughed insanely. America clenched his fists, and his eyes were shadowed by his bangs.

"You. Are. A. Bastard!" shouted America, showing his eyes, glaring at him heatedly and seriously. The dust was finally gone, and their eyes clashed again, filled with wrath mixed with calmness.

"I know I'm trying my best becoming everyone's Hero, and that's important. And what the hell happen to you?! Why the hell did you become like this?!" Questioned America, filled with anger mixed with confusion, seriousness, and calmness while asking him, wanting to know why he became like this. Suddenly, there's a static sound echoing in the hall. The other America turned behind his back until a strange portal appeared out of nowhere in front of other America, and then the other America walked forward, footsteps echoing in the hall.

"Oh no you don't, you bastard! Let England go! And answer me!" shouted America, and then he dashed straight ahead, ready to reach the other America's collar. Suddenly, there's a mysterious shadow shielding the other America, blocking his way. America banged his fists on the shadow repeatedly, trying to break the mysterious barrier away. The other America turned and smirked at him.

"I'll answer you why I become like this…..Because I-" said the other America, answering his question. Imagine, his other self was talking to him, lips moving without sound while America only heard him. America's sky-blue eyes are wide open, surprised at what he heard. His fists ceased to pound the barrier, processing what he heard.

"I know I'll see you soon. I know how stubborn we are to get what we want. Good bye, failed Hero." Said the other America with a smirked victoriously, and then he slowly approached the portal. America snapped off and started to pound his fists furiously.

"Wait, you bastard!" shouted America, pounding his fists furiously, using his full strength, even his full strength has no effect breaking the barrier.

When the other America was finally inside the portal, his shadow barrier disappeared while he turned and looked at his other self, and he also saw their audience, wide eyes are were open, surprised at what they saw, until he was swallowed by the dark mixed with white void, and also England.

'Finally…' He thought while looking at England's sleeping face, still alive and breathing, using his rare true smile, until they disappeared to another world, coming to their real home.

TBC~