England's POV:

I can't believe how stupid America can be... I try so hard to teach him, but.. but.. It's impossible! And now he's going to end up getting himself into trouble just because he can't think things through!

I thought angry thoughts as I made my way through the house. I heard France and Canada follow behind me, but I paid no attention to them and just kept walking. As long as he only just left, there's still a chance we can catch up to-- I froze mid-thought when I exited the front door...

"My car..." I muttered aloud, just as France and Canada appeared behind me. "He took my car!?"

America's POV:

I hope Dad doesn't mind that I took his car. After all, this is a super important mission. I need to use any means necessary to bring this guy to justice. And since I have no clue where he even is, it's best to get around fast. I figure the more ground I cover, the more likely it'll be to run into him.

France's POV:

"H- hon, it'll be fine. I'm sure we can--"

"We can what?! Fly?!" England yelled, cutting me off. "Go ahead France! Show me how you can fly!!"

"Well, I was going to suggest borrowing the neighbor's car, but if you'd prefer doing it that way..." I said with an extreme level of sarcasm. England's face went a brilliant shade of red and he pouted, furrowing his cute little eyebrows.

"...I would've thought of that if you had given me another minute..."

"Sorry to interrupt..." Canada quietly disrupted. "...but shouldn't we hurry?"

"Y- Yeah," England agreed. "France, you ask to borrow their car. Somehow I feel like you'd be better at convincing him to lend it to us."

"Oui. I'll be right back."

~~~One Walk To Japan's House Later~~~

I knocked twice and waited for a response. Moments later, the door swung open and a small, black-haired Japan stood there.

"Hello, Mr.France," Japan greeted me with a stout bow. "How may I help you?"

"I need a favor," I smiled politely. "You see, my son has taken off in my husband's car in order to hunt down and apprehend the person who robbed us. So we were wondering if we could borrow your car to look for him."

"I see. That is very regrettable, indeed."

"So, you'll lend it to us?"

"Of course," Japan agreed. "And if you'd like, I can even minimize it for you. And for a limited time only, it'll come in 27 different colors. Collect them all to complete your collection--"

~~~The Rest Of This Scene Was Cut Because It's Stupid~~~

Canada's POV:

Even after driving around for hours, I hadn't seen even a trace of America. My worry was building up like a pit in my stomach. I just wanted to find him already and go home. 

"Try looking down that street," I said, and Father England turned where I directed.

"I don't know how much longer we can look, Canada darling," Father France said in an apologetic tone. "We might have to call it a night soon. And if he doesn't come back soon, we'll have to call the police."

"No. I just know we'll find him," I clenched my fist tightly in determination. "We just need to keep looking a little bit longer, I'm sure of it."

"Alright, alright..." France sighed. "We'll keep looking."

"Wait, I think I saw him," England said, speeding the car up slightly. I eagerly looked around, hoping to see a glimpse of America, and sure enough, I spotted a dark leather jacket with the number 50 printed on it. He was running at full speed. not caring whether he was running in the street or through people's yards. At the pace he was going at, we wouldn't be able to keep up by car.

"Father, pull over. I can catch him!" 

"If you think you can..." England slammed on the breaks, bringing the car to a stop. 

I instantly swung open the door and jumped out, sprinting in the direction I had seen America. I wasn't the most athletic person in the world, but I was nearly positive that if I worked super hard, I would be able to catch America. It was straining, and my breath become ragged. My legs were getting sore, even after only a few minutes of running. I opened my mouth and called out to him.

"A- America..." I said. I realized it was far to quiet for him to hear. I shut my eyes tightly, and opened my mouth wide. After taking a deep breath, I called out as loudly as I could. "America!"

He must've heard me, because America stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around to look at me. "Canada?" He asked. "Canada, what are you doing here?" He ran over to me.

"S- Sorry- I- Out of- B- Breath..." I was completely tired out from my short-distance run and couldn't speak properly.

"Just breathe, dude," America said. I inhaled deeply a few times, and my pulse slowed back down to a normal rate. "So, you followed me, why?"

"America, I don't want you doing anything dangerous," I said after catching my breath. "I came here because I thought I could convince you to just go home."

"But I already figured out who it was," America argued. "His house is so close. I just need to go in there and beat him up!"

"It's way too dangerous! I don't want you getting hurt!" I pleaded. "Please, if you really think you know who it is, just report it to the police."

"But if I do that, I won't be the hero.. Some cop will," America frowned. 

"Why is it so important to you to be heroic?" I asked, scowling slightly.

"Because it just is," America grinned proudly. "After all, people look up to heroes. They respect them. It's all I've ever wanted. So I need to do this. That way you and dads will know I'm a hero."

"America, I already think you're a hero!" I cried. "Since we were kids I have.. You were always so charismatic, and everyone liked you. I was hardly ever noticed, so, I thought that it would be so great if I could just be more like you. It doesn't matter if you're not respected by everyone, because you're respected by me.. You're my hero, America."

America's eyes widened slightly. He looked surprised by my words. "You really think... I'm a hero?"

"Of course I do," my eyes had grown watery with emotion, and a single tear managed to pry itself away from the rest, dripping down my cheek. "I love you, America. Whether you think it's weird or gross, I love you."

America stayed silent for a brief time. Then, he swiftly wrapped one arm around the small of my back. I didn't have much time to think before America pulled me closer to him. He pressed his lips to mine.

"I love you too, Canada."

"So, you're not gonna try to beat this guy yourself?"

"No, not if you don't want me to," I said with a smile. "I wouldn't be much of a hero if I couldn't keep you happy, now would I?"

America and I both chuckled.

"Let's just go home already," I said.

"Not yet," America said. He cupped the sides of my face with his large hands and kissed me again. "There, now we can go home."

End.

So, this took me a super long time to write. I've had really bad writer's block lately, but hopefully this chapter marks the end of that. So, sorry for the wait, but there is the final chapter. Hope everyone enjoyed. Vote, follow, etc.