Hetaoni: ENDGAME

Chapter 23 ~ Flashbacks!

{Japan and America in the Hall with the Rope Ladder}

   "So what did you want to tell me Japan?" America asked, interest piqued.

"You still have a lot of strength left, don't you?" Japan questioned, smiling a bit.

"Yeah. I am a lot stronger than you guys." America said.

"In that case, we're going to need all the help we can get from you America-San." Japan said, and America lit up.

"Like, a hero?!" Japan chuckled a bit. "Like a hero I guess." 

America laughed, giving his signature wink. "You asked the right dude bro! Tell me more about this idea, side kick!"

"S-Side kick?" 

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{With America and England}

  "Shit! As I thought, I still can't use my full power." England sighed, his magic circle weakening after a few seconds of blinking off and on.

"......England." 

"What?" England growled, eyes furrowed in concentration and annoyance.

"You can stop the Thing for 2 seconds if you summon up all your magic power now, right?" America asked.

"Sh-Shut the bloody hell up! Don't make that sullen face like Japan did! You don't really believe me do you?! You think I'm useless! You'll think I'm strange-" England's tantrum was cut off.

"So? Can't you try better than that?" America yawned, lying on the creaky wooden table.

"It might be longer if I try so hard I'll pass out. Of course, then I'll really be useless. Anyways, I can't do it unless I get quite serious. I-I can try doing it for three seconds at most if you're in so much trouble..."

"Like I, the hero, is going to get in trouble! You're the damsel in distress Missy! Besides, didn't you get it when you saw Japan's face?" America laughed heartily.

"Tsk! Well, I thought, 'That's harsh, ha...', which it was." England muttered.

"England."

"WHAT?!" England snapped.

"Two seconds is long enough. To save the life of one nation.... you know." America said quietly.

"Huh?"

America sat up and chuckled. "Sorry, but if you pass out, I'm gonna carry you on my shoulders and run."

England just shook his head, sighing roughly.

"Hey England." America said.

"The bloody hell do you want?!"

"Do you still have the ring I gave you?"

England blushed a little. The ring he gave him in TImes Square? He looked down at his hand. It was gold, with his name encarved in beautiful caligraphy on the back, with a small diamond encrusted into the middle on the front.

"Y-Yes... Why?" He answered.

America snatched England's wrist. Looking down at the ring, happy, sad, horrible, bitter, and romantic memories of a world he once lived, watched, and saw with his own eyes surfaced.