Everyone knew the forbidden law of magic was to bring someone back from the dead. The gates of the afterlife were to be sealed off, whether mortal or not.

However, there were always loopholes and flaws ready to be exploited.

With that being said, welcome to the story of two immortal beings and their misfortune caused by summer and magic.

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Alfred F. Jones woke up with a yawn. He stood up to open the curtains and allow the sun to enter his room. He blinked a couple of times while reaching for his glasses before stretching his limbs and picking up his cell phone.

August 15, 12:34 pm.

Alfred was back in Japan for a meeting with all the personifications of the world to talk about the problems that were plaguing their nations. Alfred was America and proud of it. Subsequently, however, he was also a bit bored. What could he do? He had visited Japan the nation and the personification so many times before that he'd been to all the places of interest and practically knew the capital by heart.

"Maybe I'll bother England," he contemplated with himself as he dialed the number. It took a moment but soon enough the other side answered.

"Hello?....Hey, Iggy!...hahaha....Hey, wanna meet at the park?...cool...Hey! I'm not an idiot, well I'll see you later bye."

Alfred threw his phone on his bed and jumped in happiness. "Yes, I get to hang with Arthur!" He rushed to his suitcase and opened it up, taking off his white shirt and shorts replacing them with a baseball jersey and jeans. He looked over at the clock once again before heading out the door.

He didn't remember walking to the park, much less locking the door, but somehow he was now sitting on the swings, rocking back and forth in anxious waiting.

He looked over to his left and saw Arthur petting a random cat. The Brit was wearing his usual formal outfit, sharply contrasting Alfred's own outfit.

"It's hot today, isn't it?" Alfred said trying to make a conversation with one of his only friends.

Arthur nodded, still focused on the cat. "Yeah, it is pretty hot for Japan. He did say something about a heatwave. But I've always hated the summertime regardless."

Alfred blinked in mild shock. "What don't you like about the summertime? I think summer's cool."

"Well that's you...I just don't like summer, ok? And don't question me!" he snapped.

"Gee...no need to get all prissy. How about we get some ice cream later? That should help cool us down."

"I guess so, but you better not buy me one of those crazy ones that are bright blue or something."

"Who said I was paying?!" Alfred exclaimed as the cat jumped and ran off to the street.

"Hey come back!" Arthur yelled chasing after it.

"Arthur what are you doing running after a cat?" Alfred exclaimed, amusement lacing his voice, following him in a much more relaxed pace.

Beep Beep!

The sound of a large pick-up echoed in Alfred's head as he saw a truck heading towards Arthur.

"Arthur!" Alfred shouted in panic. "Look out!"

But he was too late. Arthur turned around as the truck collided with his body, slamming the nation to the floor as the truck kept on running off.

Alfred for once couldn't move or speak, in fact he couldn't even think.

Arthur's body lay on the floor motionless, a pool of blood covering his hair, slowly starting to spill onto Alfred's shoes.

That's when Alfred snapped back to the harsh reality. "Arthur, wake up, please. You're scaring me," he said softly. "Arthur..."

Alfred's hand covered his mouth as he let out a stiff cry. "No, no, no...please don't leave me! Stay awake, Artie. Don't close your eyes...please"

He went on his knees looking at the body. "ENGLAND, YOU'RE A NATION! WAKE UP! STOP PLAYING AROUND AND WAKE UP!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking with tears.

How could this have happened? Humans could barely damage nations let alone kill one. Only other nations had that ability. Who could have committed this heinous crime? Black dots began to swim across Alfred's vision as the world began to spin around him.

"I bet you wish this is a dream," another voice whispered onto them as Alfred fell right by Arthur.