teddy1223 and I wrote this~

Contains war, gore (a little blood), and FrUs!

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A bright flash of light continuously made itself known in the common area, illuminating the small space. Japan had just filled his memory card for the third time since his fellow Otakus, France and America, had come over for a visit. The trio was drinking tea and having a relaxing time, safe for Japan's fanboying anytime something cute happened between France and America. The two had been in a romantic relationship for nearly a century after an unexpected hook-up in 1924. All the nations had known of it, the constant flirting and loving gestures between the two was enough evidence.

"Keeks, why are you taking so many pictures of us?" America asked as he leant his head on France's shoulder.

"Reference pictures, America-san. For when I draw," Japan explained as he gestured to the two of them, "You and France have idear bodies and your current attire wirr make it easier to see," Japan let out a microscopic smile as he took out the memory card and quickly replaced it.

"Well, if jou ever need more sexy reference photos, jou just give us a ring~" France winked and let out his iconic laugh, making America chuckle and roll his eyes.

"Sure, whatever Franny. Anyway, Kiku how're things with you and Iggy?" America asked, causing the Japanese man to blush slightly. "They are good, America-san. We are very happy together." Japan showed a smile that was slightly bigger than the one from before.

America and France both knew that it was a smile only reserved for England. The Brit was very precious to the Asian nation, "I just wish that he courd be here with us." Japan commented dejectedly.

America was about to try and comfort his best friend by telling him that the next world meeting was just around the corner and that he would get to see him soon, when a knock on the front door prevented him from doing so.

Japan placed his camera down on a nearby table before getting up and heading towards the door. America and France watched as the Japanese nation opened the door who smiled at the sight of the nation on the other side of the door.

"Well, if it isn't my adorable little samurai? I hope you didn't miss me too much, darling~" England lightly grabbed Japan's hand and kissed his temple, the Asian nation inviting him into the house.

"Arthur-san! I am so grad you courd be here!" Japan nearly yelled as he closed the door. The two shared a tender kiss, one unaware and the other completely forgetting about the fellow nations in the background.

"Now, now, Angleterre! Jou must be gentle with Kiku, non? 'e does not 'ave zat much experience, honhonhon," England blushed darkly and gently pushed Kiku aside.

"Damn you, frog! What the bloody hell are you doing here anyway?!" England scolded. America lightly elbowed his lover, as to get him to stop laughing.

"We just came over to visit, Iggy. Is that so bad?" America looked at England with his signature puppy eyes while smiling innocently. England, since he did play a role in raising America, was unaffected by the younger's puppy eyes.

"With you lot it probably is." The Englishman huffed.

America pouted at that. "Come on, Iggy. You don't mean that~" America got up from where he had been sitting and slowly stalked towards the Brit. England saw America approaching and backed up slightly. But it wasn't enough because soon America had England tightly locked into his strong arms.

The American swung the older nation around gently but fast. To say England protested would be an understatement.

"Put me down, you bloody Yank!" England struggled in America's hold but it was all for not. America was a lot stronger than him in terms of physical strength so struggling was useless.

Seeing his rival in distress brought the Frenchman an immense amount of pleasure, however he knew by how England's face was turning green that the Brit was about to get sick. Knowing he couldn't stop America in a conventional way, he slowly stalked up the younger nation. He knew EXACTLY how to make America let go.

France smirked as his fingers clutched America's tender tush, effectively making him drop Britain. With a tiny yelp, America put his hand on the spot and began to rub it, trying to relieve some of the sudden stingings.

"Mi amour, jou know 'ow Arthur gets. 'e does not like zat type of affection," France then hugged Alfred's hip and tugged him closer, "do not fret, mon lapin. I will make it up to you later~" kissing America's temple and rubbing his love handles, France proceeded to grope America. The younger blushed at the sexual advance but played it off as some harmless fun.

England gagged slightly while Japan was fangirling. Never in his life will England get used to his rival and his son being in a romantic relationship. Japan, however, was the exact opposite. The small nation grabbed his camera and started taking photos of the French-American couple.

England sighed at his boyfriend's antics. Yaoi will always be one of Japan's vices and England knows there's nothing he can do to stop it. However, he partly blames Hungary for his lover's slow descent into madness. If Hungary was in this room right now, she would be taking photos along with Japan.

The only difference was that she would have three different cameras.

After finishing his minor fangirl attack, Japan put away his camera. The elder nation really adored his friends, especially America. After all, it was he who introduced him to a lot of the modern world. With a final stretch of his arms, he turned to his lover.

"Arthur-san, why have you decided to be so spontaneous? It is not rike you to visit without a calling first," England smiled and pulled out a slip of paper.

"I figured you would like to go with me to this S.E.A Aquarium in Singapore. It has the world's second-largest oceanarium and the casinos look like jolly good fun," Japan took a look at the brochure, smiling a bit more.

"I wourd rove to go, but as you can see, I have guests," Japan gestured to the duo behind him.

England's eye twitched slightly when he caught sight of France and America smirking over Japan's shoulder. He knew that if Japan was going to go with him, that the duo would have to too.

"They can come as well, my dear." The English nation said reluctantly. It wasn't really ideal for those two ruffines to crash their date but he guessed it would have to do.

America's smirk turned into a teasing smile.

"Aww Iggy, I didn't know you missed us that much." America took a step towards the Brit teasingly. A mischievous glint shown through his sky blue eyes as England retreated behind his boyfriend for safety. It was a funny sight since England was a good head taller than his Japanese boyfriend.

"Shut it you git! Just pack a light bag, the flight to Singapore departs at 6:15! Ill try to get two spare seats and call the resort to book a second room for the night," England walked back towards the garden, needing a silent place to make the phone calls. Alfred happily skipped off to his shared guest room, tugging France along.

The two had packed two different outfits, one casual for the day and one flashy for the night. England begrudgingly drove the group to the airport, where they proceeded to go through the regular motions. It took no more than three hours for the group to land in Singapore and get to their resort. It was already dinner time, so the group settled for ordering room service and going to bed..

America sighed as he took in the feeling of the soft, silky sheets that lay beneath him. Not even two feet away France was finishing up his dinner while America had gobbled his up. Hey, they may be dating but that did little to help America's manner.

The Frenchman partly (mostly) blamed England for his lover's ruffian attitude when it came to class.

Since he had been done first, America now lay on the king size bed stretching like an overgrown cat. France couldn't help but smile at the sight. His boyfriend could be just the cutest thing at times. It still amazed France that he was the one the American chose. But then again, he is France, after all.

"Francisss~ hurry upppp~ I want cuddlessss~" America groaned as he outstretched his muscular arms. France laughed at his lover, quickly making sure to clean his dishes before removing his shirt and getting under the covers. Just as he did so, a large crash of lightning erupted outside. America jumped and hurriedly buried his pudgy face into France's hairy chest.

"Mon petit lapin, you need not be afraid. I will always protect you, just as I did all zose years ago," France looked out the window as another lightning bolt flashed the window. He held America tighter when he remembered what had happened to his beloved, never wanting to witness that state of peril on the younger's face ever again. He was so young when he left Britain, so helpless and nearly drowning in his anxiety. The dangers of war consumed him while he was still young and have continued to do so.

Francis loved Alfred too much to let him go through pain alone again.

The two cuddled for a small while before they both fell asleep to the sound of rain, not even stirring until dawn.
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The next day was filled with fun and excitement.

The aquarium was filled with so many wonderful fish that had America gazing in wonder. All the colors of the different types of fishes were pleasant to look at. All three of the elder nations got a good chuckle from America's childish wonder, especially giving what had occurred not too far away...not too long ago.

While walking back to the hotel to freshen up, America felt his head begin to pulse. He fell on his knee and clutched his ear, his eyes becoming distant. He looked around and saw flashes of the past encase his surroundings. Making reality and history muddle together in a unpleasant experience.

"Alfred... Alfred! ALFRED!!!" America finally got a hold of himself as he saw France kneeling in front of him, "mon petit lapin, are you alright?" America took a few more deep breaths before nodding, both France and England helping him stand up.

"Yea, I'm ok. Let's just get going," France held America's hand, clutching it tightly. Both Japan and England looked at each other, confused on what had just occurred.

America walked slowly still holding on tightly to his boyfriend's hand. That feeling he just had...it was probably nothing. America just turned to France and smiled. The Frenchman himself was more than a little worried. He had an idea of what had just happened but he was probably reading too much into it.

That only ever happened when they were in traumatic places. As far as France knew, this place was fine and Alfred had never been here. It had seemed like nothing at the beginning, but as the day progressed, it slowly got worse.

Alfred would look at certain things and suddenly go silent. Then he would start muttering things that none of the three men could understand. It was as if being in this place set off something in him. Something repressed. Something that had long since been buried by years of reconciliation.

As the day turned to night, the group had come back from a night of gambling and fine cuisine. However, America still seemed to be on edge. Every unexpected touch caused the younger to jolt, every sudden noise caused him to yelp, and every time Japan looked at him he'd go paler. It got to the point where the group thought America was a ghost.

After putting America to bed, France sat at the small dining table in their hotel room. They had to figure out what it was exactly that America felt and why the normally jovial boy was now a silent spirit.

"What do you suppose we zen? Alfred 'as never been zis jumpy before,"

"We reave tomorrow, we wourd have to find out tonight," Japan added worriedly. England stood up and held a magic wand.

"What if I use my magic?"

"I do not know if zat is a good idea, Angleterre,"

"Werr, it's not rike we have time to say no, Francis," Japan quickly rebuffed.

"You won't scramble anyzing, will you?"

"Of course not you bloody frog! I'll just rummage around his mind a bit, nothing too bad," England smiled as he held his wand up. He began to chant as his wand began to glow. However, a drunken hiccup halted the charm, transporting everyone into Alfred's head.

Francis looked around at the place they had been brought to. The area around them was as white as snow but not as cold either. Different pictures that included Alfred hung over them like portraits but at the same time they weren't. They looked like slow motion movies that moved like molasses.

"Angleterre! What 'ave you done?!" France asked as he frantically looked around. Kiku was also confused as he looked at America's memories, captivated by how young he was in a majority of them.

"I hiccuped! Pardon me for making a mistake!" England argued back. While the two continued to bicker, Japan walked down the long row of living memories. He felt his goosebumps make their way up his arms as a cold breeze rushed past him.

"Arthur-san, France-san, I feer weird," Japan continued to walk the same way the sudden breeze flowed, making both Europeans pause their argument.

"What is it, dear?" Arthur inquired gently. France didn't say anything as he observed Japan's now changed expression. Something felt..off to the Frenchman. He couldn't tell what it was, however he knew that it was similar to the feeling he felt earlier.

"I feer rike I have seen some of these before." Japan said cryptically. The two former empires shared a look.

"What do you mean by that?" France asked which made Japan shiver. The question was simple but the answer Japan thinks he has made him shiver.

"Rike it is from back then." Japan said looking down at his feet nervously. It wasn't a time he had been proud of. Actually he was sure that no one was proud of that era.

The breeze got harder, knocking Japan forward and onto his knees. Britain ran to him and knelt by his side as the wind blew harder. France stood still as the breeze flowed around him, as if purposely avoiding him. That when the wind began to change.

"Mayday, mayday~"

The sound of a plane whizzing echoed in the distance, effectively getting the attention of the trio. It was Alfred's voice as the wind got stronger, making Japan feel sick to his stomach.

He knew what this memory was. Because it haunted him almost every night.

"I'm going down!" The three older nations noticed that a plane was flying directly towards them and moved out of the way quickly. England had to grab Japan since the Japanese man was still on the ground.

They got far enough that when they turned around, they saw the plane crash into a few nearby trees. Smoke started coming out of the damaged machine causing it to slightly blacken the area. France accidentally inhaled some of it causing him to cough as the smoke filled his lungs.

"What the bloody hell was that?" England exclaimed. He was trying his best to not inhale any of the smoke but he ultimately failed.

The world went from a hall filled of framed memories to a sparse jungle area, a Vought F4U Corsair was mangled in the woods. The wings were nearly ripped from the body and the front propeller was smoking. The group was caught off guard as the capsule opened and Alfred crawled out.

"Fucking imperialistic scumbags," he groaned as he loaded a small pistol, prepared to fight off the closing troops.

Japan began to tremble as he ran towards Alfred, knowing damn well that it was no use to stand against his soldiers. He didn't get there in time. Shots sung throughout the jungle as Alfred attempted to fight them off. He ultimately failed at this endeavor.

One bullet landed in America's shoulder while the others landed on a tree or into the sky. The world went back for a moment before the sound of America's groans came through.

What the hell happened to me?

"What was zat?!" Francis asked, panicked as the world began to clear.

"We're in Alfred's head, so we can hear his thoughts. That applies even to the memories," Arthur explained as the world focused around them.

The walls of the place seemed like cement, blood stains everywhere. America had his wrist bound behind his back as an IV dropped into his body. A Japanese soldier walked in front of him, smirking down as he grabbed America's chin. The two meet eyes, the Japanese man staring into America's soul.

"Amerikahito ga sono yōna hansamuna taipudearu koto o dare ga shitteita. Koko de watashi wa sore ga mottomo mirikitekidatta burittoda to omoimashita"
(Who knew Americans were such a handsome type. here i thought it was the brits who were the most attractive)

America growled and spit at the man, making him back away and wipe his face. He kicked America in the gut and stormed out, leaving the blonde by himself.

"Oh no, kami prease forgive me..." Japan muttered almost insanely. The two European countries were confused. What had Japan done? Did he know something about this particular memory?

"Dearest," England placed a hand gently on the Japanese man only for his boyfriend to instantly recoil. England's emerald colored eyes widened. It was then that he knew that something wasn't right.

"Japan, what do you know about this?" The Brit said, pointing at the screen like memory that was still playing. Japan flinched and turned towards England to look him in the eyes.

England immediately noticed the haunted look in his lover's eyes. The normally calm dark brown eyes were a shadow of their predecessors. They held the fear of a man who had been forced to confront what he had done so many years later.

"What is this?" England asked again but like before received no answer. The memory continued playing.

America tried to use his super strength to undo the bindings around his wrists, but all of his strength seemed to be sucked from his body. He then looked at the IV, dripping clear liquid into him. Using his teeth, America tore the IV tube, making the liquid drip onto the ground. He then took a few deep breaths before ripping his wrists in opposite directions, making the chains break into bits.

"Thank freedom for my super strength," he whispered as he went to get up. But, he fell onto his knees and panting. His world began to spin as he vomited on the ground, "what the fuck did they put in me?" he asked as he tried to catch his breath. Boots calmly clamored towards him, a low chuckle filling his ears.

"You are stronger than we gave you credit for," the previous man smirked at him, "maybe America does deserve to be a superpower if all its soldiers are this strong," Alfred grinded his teeth as he went to sit up.

"I-" a whip lashed across America's face, leaving a bleeding gash across his left eye and brow.

"I did not give you permission to speak nor to stand,"

"Like I'd listen to imperial scum like you. Ask the British Empire, I never answer to anyone but myself. You'll have to pry my resilience from my rotting corpse," America nearly growled, making the Japanese man grit his teeth. He quickly turned around and made a hasty retreat to the door, where he disappeared until Alfred once again fell asleep.

France gasped when he saw the guard strike his beloved. What was this? As he watched the blood trickle down his boyfriend's face, Francis felt a foreign anger rise. He quickly stomped over to Japan, grabbing the ex axis member by the collar of his shirt.

Francis pulled Kiku close so that now they were eye to eye. "What is this, Kiku? What did you do?" France practically growled his accent thickening with anger. Japan was frozen. It was so out of character for France to get angry that he had no words.

It seemed that England had never seen his rival truly angry before either. Japan gathered this from the fact that England was just staring wide eyed at them. Japan was brought back when France yanked at his shirt.

"I asked you a question! What are we looking at right now?" France snapped causing Japan to flinch. He didn't want to answer but he was also worried about what France might do if he didn't.

"It's one of my concentration camps!" Japan blurted out. The Japanese man brought up his hands to cover his face in shame. He felt so much regret for that time and for all the camps. At the time, he thought it was a good solution to a rather small problem.

"What the bloody—YOU KNOWINGLY TOOK US TO A FORMER CONCENTRATION CAMP?!" England exclaimed. Before Japan could say anything the memory started playing again.

America was picked up and thrown into a tiny hut filled with no more than thirty other prisoners of war, he looked around and saw just how horribly they were beaten, many of them looked close to death. He stood up and brushed off his dirty clothes, sighing.

"I see they taught you how to shut up, you should be lucky it was a lash to the face," one said as he rolled in a dirty bed.

"Damn, when was the last time any of you were fed?"

"These guys aren't too keen on feeding us often. We work hours in a damn mine shaft just to be thrown back into this hell hole of a cabin," another guy stated, "I'm John, the man over there is Paul," one by one they introduced themselves. America nodded and smiled softly, making the other prisoners smile back.

"I'm Alfred, and I'm going to get us out of here," the memory went black again and a new memory began.

America was covered in soot as he worked in a mine. He was shirtless as he worked, making sweat drizzle down his body. He just finished his area when a large explosion went off, shaking the mine.

"David! What the hell did you do?!" Paul shouted.

"I ain't did shit!!!"

"They're gonna have our heads!" Alfred saw the look of panic just as the Japanese commander came in.

"What happened?!" he yelled impatiently. Before anyone could speak, Alfred stepped in.

"It was my fault, I stepped on a detonator by accident,"

"Jones!" Paul yelled as the many men looked horrified. But Alfred knew what he was doing and he was prepared to take it. The commander looked to Alfred's designated spot and back to him.

"20 lashes and only bread," he demanded as his underinks took him off. Alfred received twenty lashes to his back, more blood spilling from his body. After he received his punishment, he was taken back to the cabin where he was given a slice of bread. He saw that David had no food, so he stood up and handed David his bread.

"Eat, perhaps your haziness caused the accident," he smiled as David's shaky hand took the bread, eating slowly.

Despite his anger, Francis couldn't help but smile slightly. His boyfriend was always so caring for others even when faced with a situation like this one. Perhaps it was his forgiveness and natural kindness that allowed him to forgive Japan.

"I didn't remember it! I can't be expected to remember every rittre thing!" Japan shot back at the Brit. England raised a bush eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"You and I both know that's complete and utter bullshit, Kiku. The thing about us nations is that we have an impeccable memory," England silently waved at France to release his lover, which he did. He walked over to Japan and looked him dead in the eye, "I know for a fact that you remember everything that happened back then. Just as I'm sure Alfred remembers the torture," At this, Kiku snapped.

"WERR WHAT ABOUT HIM, HUH? AFTER PEARR HARBOR HE STARTED PUTTING MY PEOPRE IN INTERMENT CAMPS! HE'S NO BETTER THAN I AM AND NEITHER ARE YOU." England recoiled at the sight of the usual calm Japanese man screaming his head off.

France also looked surprised at Japan's sudden outburst. But before either of the Europeans powers said anything, Japan continued.

"We have arr done things we aren't proud of. So prease don't go criticizing me for something that's smarr compared to some of the atrocities you have committed." Japan said his tone calmer than before.

Though his words still held the same venom and cut as before. They knew what he said was true, but it was still a bitter pill to swallow. Though the memories continued before they could say anything else.

"When do you think we'll get out of here?" David asked as he gazed out the tiny hole in the cabin's ceiling. Alfred laid next to him and shrugged.

"I dunno, I should hope soon. I'm sure the American military is working its way here right now," Alfred gazed at the clear sky as well. He took a deep breath and stretched his limbs.

"Alfred, I miss Paul," David nearly whimpered as the two of them looked towards the empty spot. Nobody wanted to take Paul's place, it didn't seem right, "that mine is hell, I just wanna go home and see my family again," David began to whimper and curled into Alfred's chest. Alfred frowned and openly accepted him, hugging him tightly.

"Paul is in a better place now, he doesn't need to suffer anymore," Alfred comforted as he kept holding David.

"I hate these Japanese bastards, they can rot for all I care," David growled as he gripped Alfred tighter.

"Holding a grudge against an entire nation won't make you feel better, ya know. Sure, they are doing horrible things. But not all Japanese people are like this. That's why I bare no ill will against them, a citizen is not the same as a government,"

"Would you really forgive them so quickly after seeing so much?" David began to get sleepy and began to doze off. Alfred looked up to the stars once again, sighing heavily one last time.

"I already have," he whispered as he began to fall asleep.

Kiku felt tears come to his eyes. The anger and shame he had felt before was nothing compared to the sadness that now overwhelmed him. He and America hadn't been on the best of terms even before Pearl Harbor. Actually Japan had been slightly scared of the American and his country.

America was the exact opposite of him in every way imaginable. While Kiku had ink black hair, Alfred had golden silk hair. America spoke his mind while Japan preferred just agreeing with whatever someone else had said. Since they weren't close, it wasn't hard for him to stab America in the back during WWII.

Japan now realized that betraying America had been one of the biggest mistakes of his immortal life.

Kiku let out a wrecked sob as tears started flowing down from his face. Arthur didn't make a move to comfort his boyfriend. He knew the guilt and regret that Kiku was feeling right now. Arthur himself felt it more times than he would have liked, but he knew that Kiku had to do this on his own.

Francis was trying to hold back tears as well. The Frenchman knew that nations sharing trauma with each other was a rare occurrence since most of their troubles originated with one another. They were all going to be around for a very long time and there was no point in rocking the boat.

But, why hadn't Alfred said anything to him? Francis is Alfred's boyfriend, lover, soulmate; why wouldn't he tell him? Matthew probably knew mostly because the two twins were so close that Francis had, at first, thought they were lovers.

But no. It turns out that they actually trusted each other with one another's secrets. Francis envies them. "Blood hell..." Arthur cursed. His head was in his hands feeling a little guilty. He should have been there for Alfred when the war was over, however everyone was too busy in the recovery period. No one had time to wonder at what the long term mental effects would be.

No one said anything as the memory started up again.

"Alfred, did you hear about the bombs," David asked as they were on their way back to the cabin, "the American military just dropped a bomb so powerful it wiped out a whole city! It really puts into perspective how powerful your military is! Maybe we can all get out of here now!"

"We'll be freed once they surrender," Alfred smiled at the hopeful soldier, making him smile back. Once they got back to the cabin, Alfred could feel the radiation from all the testing.

All that electroshock therapy from Hoover really paid off. I can hardly feel the pain anymore.

Alfred continued to gaze at the hole that still laid on the ceiling. However, a raspy cough stopped his peaceful activity. Alfred began to quake as he felt himself cough up more soot and spit up a good amount of blood.

"Alfred!!!" David screeched as he ran to his side. The young soldier sat down and began to pat his back, shaking like a leaf, "what hurts? Are you sick? Paul would know what to do," David began to cry as Alfred puked up more blood.

I don't understand, why am I sick? What the fuck is happening to me?!

Alfred's mind had begun to spin while it panicked, making the memory go fuzzy exceedingly fast. Alfred's reality finally went dark as he spit up more blood.

When light began to return to the surroundings, faint chatter began to bleed through the sea of black. When Alfred's eyes opened a little bit more, he could see he was in a room by himself. He was bandaged heavily and most of his wounds had healed. A doctor came in with a rather stern expression.

"Mr. Jones, glad to see you back with the living," the doctor walked over and checked over Alfred's vitals, "you had a close call, but the allied forces freed the camp just in time. The commander was about to throw you off a cliff until he was held at gunpoint,"

"What happened?"

"I would assume cardiac arrest, you didn't have a pulse for three days. But seeing as you are a nation, we needed to keep you isolated,"

"What about David and the others," the doctor looked at him with a solemn expression.

"David hid your corpse from the commander so that he could continue his efforts to revive you. When the man found out, David was executed," Alfred's eyes went wide as he frowned, his breath hitching.

"How is his family?"

"Grieving, poorer than before David joined the war, and absolutely screwed. They have been struggling to pay for his final expenses," Alfred got up and grit his teeth, "Alfred,"

"I'm fine doc, just give me their address. I'll send them everything they need," Alfred smiled softly as the doctor nodded to retrieve David's file, "war sucks," he mumbled before laying down again, feeling exhausted once again.

The final memory shifted to Alfred at his first G8 meeting, which happened to be held in London. Alfred began to walk up the stairs to the building when a stunning lady ran up to him.

"Mr. Jones!!!" she yelled, which caught Alfred's attention. He turned around just to have the woman pounce on him, taking them both to the ground, "thank you for helping us. David wrote about you in his journal, said you were quite a brave man. Now we know you are also generous, god bless you my dear," Alfred smiled as he looked at the lady. Three children ran up the stairs and hugged him as well, making him smile more.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones,"
"You're the best, Mr. Jones,"
"You're our hero, Mr. Jones!"

Alfred chuckled and patted the children's heads as the now widow left with her children. Alfred felt a breeze engulf him, making him feel warm. He looked to the sky and nodded, walking back up the stairs and closing the oak doors behind him.

The room was filled with silence. The silence was different for everyone. For France, it was a relieved silence. Relieved mostly because America hadn't died. Sure since he was a nation he couldn't actually die but death is still painfully either way.

England was calm knowing that his and the other forces had arrived there just in time. It was sad what happened to his son's friend though. Human death was a part of their lives but to have it taken because of war was just....heartbreaking. England actually saw some similarities in this from a friend America had in the past.

His name was...Davie? He thinks that that is the right name. America used to go on and on about how Davie wouldn't talk to him or even acknowledge him sometimes. England knew what had happened. America's friend had grown old and died just like any other human, but America didn't know he was a nation at the time.

So he was unaware that he had been talking to different generations of David's family that just looked like him. It was just so heartbreaking that America had lost two Davies, both in such a horribly tragic fashion.

Japan looked neutrally at the memories. He knew what he did was wrong, but it was in the past. America had forgiven him and that's all that mattered to him. However, he would make sure America knew how truly sorry he was for what he did.

No one said anything. It was just that never ending silence that seemed so popular nowadays.