Give Me Liberty, or Give Me Death! (Again).

Epilogue

(3rd person POV)

It's been one month since America won the war, and now he was attending his first world meeting as a nation.

America burst through the door and struck a victory pose as he yelled, "The hero has arrived. HAHAHAHA!"

While he still had many injuries, he acted strong and cheerful as to not worry anyone. England on the other hand, made his pain extremely obvious. He sat face down on the table and wouldn't move for anything, and if someone tried to move him he'd just groan and lay there.

All the nations congratulated America on his victory and welcomed him to the world meeting.

France and Canada made him an extra special breakfast, Prussia initiated him into the now Awesome Trio, and he got a hug or handshake from almost everyone.

When lunch break came, America looked at England, who was still face down and unmoving.

"Are you sure he's gonna be alright?"

"Don't worry about him petit Amérique, he's come back from worse."

"Okay, just making sure." Alfred smiled as he walked away.

America caught Belarus about to leave the meeting room with her siblings, so he quickly ran over to her and got her attention.

"Oh, hello Alfred. What's up." Belarus asked.

"Well I just wanted to give you this." Alfred fumbled in his jacket pocket and pulled out a giant wad of cash.

"What is that for? Belarus questioned.

"Well I said that I was gonna pay you back for all the stuff you did for me. But I thought just giving you the money was boring. So I was wondering if you wanted to go out and grab some lunch, and maybe buy some dresses and knifes if you want." Alfred rubbed the back of his head as he blushed.

Belarus smiled and quickly wrapped her arm around America's own, before moving up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Da, I would like that every much."
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Up in limbo, Native America and the other nations were watching as America walked out of the meeting room with Belarus.

"You're child is truly something. He's somehow done the impossible and came back from limbo." Ancient Rome complimented.

"I hate to admit it, but I have to thank England for his magic. It's because of him that my Maska has returned to the living world." Native America said.

"I'm going to miss zhat boy." Germania said, hiding their emotions behind their stoic expression.

"He'll return one day, but hopefully it won't be for a long, long time." Native America smiled as she looked back at her child.
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