Mermaid Of Summer

Epilogue(Alternative Ending)

A/N: *Panting from running* Hey hey HEY! I know that I finished this book two months ago and this all really sudden but I have a reason. You see, I have multiple fanfiction accounts as most people know. I'm on fanfiction.net which is kinda a harsh place. I repost oneshots on there and I just finished reposting Mermaids Of Summer(7:51 PM EST Sat, October 24, 2020)

And so I really wanted to rewrite the epilogue but since the epilogue was already up, I wanted to do an alternative not rushed ending. Okay? Okay.

Now you are free to read.
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For a couple weeks now, England had been plagued by dreams and thoughts of the ocean. These dreams consisted of a blond, blue eyed man with a red, white, and blue tail. This man did speak in his dreams yet he never said his name. It was always blurred out or censored in his dreams which confused England greatly.

He concluded the man was a mermaid, but why was he having dreams of a mermaid? Well, technically, mermaids. There was another mermaid who looked the same as the red, white and blue one, except his tail was just red and white and he had violet eyes and a lighter shade of blond than his companion.

Sometimes the dreams were warm and comfortable, the atmosphere being cozy and friendly. He could almost smell the ocean breeze and feel the golden locks when he threaded his fingers in them.

At one point he was a mermaid and he saw himself being dragged around by the mermaid. It was weird how much his dream self resembled him, right down to his eyebrows and eye color.

At the end of the third week, he had seen his dead body laying on a rock, knife in hand and the back of his neck covered in blood. He saw the mermaid(Which he nicknamed Alfred since they looked a lot alike) weeping in his, what he assumed, brother's arms. He oh so dearly wanted to be able to touch the mermaid, tell him it would be alright and that he wasn't dead, but he was stuck in place, only able to look from the sky.

At the start of the fourth week he got his answer on why he had died. A mermaid who looked a lot like Japan had killed him in a fit of rage, how he had stole his love, Alfred, and how he was going to pay. It scared Arthur half awake.

After the world meeting that had took place, Arthur decided to go on a walk. It was almost sunset so he would be back at his apartment when it was dark. The man had went to once of the parks near the building, not really seeing anyone.

'It must not be popular here...' The park was run down. Old swing sets were rusty and falling apart, benches were rotting, and the playground near him was covered in mud and was about ready to collapse at any moment.

The park itself was really quiet, the only noise being leaves rustling in the wind or animals scurrying about. Walking on ahead Arthur heard a sigh from in front of him, recognizing how dramatic is was. Well, not that dramatic, that was more France's style but more American dramatic.

Arthur walked up the path when he saw a clearing with a newer bench and a silhouette with a piece of hair sticking straight up. Well, sort of drooping.

Arthur easily could recognize that hair piece anywhere. That was Alfred. But what was he doing here? And why did he look so...meh? Arthur had only seen that look a couple of times, during the World Wars, after 9/11, and the Great Depression. But from what he could tell, nothing had happened in America. Nothing major at least.

Arthur decided the walk up to the young adult, tapping him on the shoulder. Alfred flinched and turned around, beautiful blue eyes wide before relaxing.