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Chapter Nine: The return

(A/N: THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER!!! SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS OF THIS STORY!! I WILL TRY TO WRITE LONGER ONES!!)
“What's meant to be will always find a way”
― Trisha Yearwood
I want to apologize ahead of time. I am SUPER sorry that this is shorter than the rest of the parts but it is the last part and I really wanted to finally complete this and start taking more requests and try writing my own story as well with three characters I have loved for a long time~ I will continue to write Hetalia stories though! I will also try other animes but I have to know them first.
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Years had passed and so have words. Many were thinking that Arthur had lost his mind when he started working on fixing the land that once was (c/n). It was supposed to be marked as toxic land and not to be entered but with the help of the people that loved what was the country; he was working hard to bring it back to its former beauty, before the accident. It was hard to tell why he was doing this, rumor had it that he had this insane idea that with his “magic” could be able to bring back his beloved (f/n). Most pitied him, trying to act supportive though he didn’t say what was going on. There were other rumors, just one about him finally losing his mind form age; one that ticked off China because everyone stared at him and there were checks for his own sanity, one about him just doing this so she could rest peacefully, and the rest are just sad and make it sound like he was delusional and a fool. No one would expect what his plan may be.

He worked day and night to fix his land, even capturing other parts of land near hers to help make it more stable with people. His ideas were strange and most were under wraps but he did seem to work miracles on the land. Most of it had been replaced and destroyed the rest that was not needed. He had been able to collect dirt form countries that were uninhabited by humans and several plants that were commonly found and areas around where the land was placed and what had been recorded as found in these lands. It was a hard task but he did it all in hope for something. What could he be thinking?

(Arthur’s POV-Seven years after (f/n)’s death)
This is the mark of the day seven years after (f/n)’s death, though it isn’t exactly the day of her death. No, it is the day of when she became her own country only fourteen years ago. It may seem like a short time but it felt like an eternity to all of us. I have spent these last seven years rebuilding her land to make it beautiful again so that when she returns, it will be just as beautiful as when she was found. I stood inside her small wooden house that she had left behind. It was one of the few things I did not change; I wanted it to remain the same for her.
Though there were small changes, I had to replace the wood but used the same type she used to build it and fixed things up, also putting food in it. In truth, it doesn’t look like no one had touched it in seven years or more. Letting out a sigh and removing myself form my thoughts, I set my spell book on the small glass coffee table and moved it out of the way and to the far wall on the right. I pulled a piece of chalk form my pocket and got to work.

Once the pentagram was finished, I removed the sparkling (e/c) gem form its silver chain and set it in the center of the star. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a small cutting knife that would have to work for now. Returning to my work, I slit open my palm and let the blood fall on the gem though it did slip off of it and pooled around it, not touching it though. That was enough for me to know that I was right, the gem is part of (f/n) soul that she left for me. I know this probably wasn’t what she wanted me to do with it but I know I can’t keep living without her.

The blood stopped as my pale palm healed close and then I grabbed my spell book, searching through it for the spell that would work. It was all written in Latin but I had already learned such an old language so that I could read all this properly and not mess up on my spells. I’ve done enough damage form that ignorance.

“Et nitor fulgorque Sylvestro. Sine tuo numine splendida. Fac horologium vicissim. Redde quod meum est cum. Sana quod est nocere. Consilium mutat fata. Salvum deperditi. Redde quod meum est cum, Quod erat mihi.” The spell was one that was quite old and used before for some movie but it was working. As I spoke, the jewel on the floor glowed and, with the blood, moved into the air and began to form a beating heart.

From there, a body began to form. Thankfully, it was clothed but in one of those terrible hospital gowns. I knew that it was her body being made before my eyes, the (s/c) skin didn’t look like it had lost almost all its color, the (h/l) (h/c) locks didn’t look like they hadn’t been touched in months or been stuck to a cold white bed. Her eyes were what really caught me and made me fill with joy.

They were the same beautiful (e/c) that I remember them when I found her, simmering with life and curiosity, ready to explore this vast land and claim her own part of it. I will never forget that look in her eyes, so young and fragile but never went down without a fight; she didn’t give up till the very end.

Looking at me, (f/n) smiled at me, showing her bright white teeth that didn’t look anything like she had lost her lunch several times. Her skin didn’t cling to her body like she hadn’t eaten in so long, her cheeks were not as hollow as a willow tree, and she was as beautiful as ever. She looked like those past seven years hadn’t taken away anything form her physical body.

I hadn’t notice, but she had begun to walk over to me, that gorgeous smile never leaving her lips. She looked me right in the eye, making my heart swell at the feeling of having her so close to me again; just the feeling of knowing she was alive again was enough to make tears of joy spring to my eyes but they didn’t fall until I heard the words she spoke before kissing me.

“Thank you, Arthur. I knew you could do it.”