One year later

Alfred sank down into his chair so that the edge of the desk brushed against his nose. It was hard managing more than one country at once. Most of them had ended up having to fend for themselves, without a representative. It was unheard of, impossible, yet they were doing it...slowly. Of course, economic crises had already occurred numerous times and most countries were unstable. Yao was taking control of Japan, Ivan had surprised them by taking charge of Germany and Alfred had recklessly gone ahead and tried to take care of Canada, England and France. It hadn't really ended well. Of course, other countries were helping in the upkeeps. Roderich and Elizaveta looked after Italy, Jao (Portugal) helped with Spain and so on and so forth. Allistair had practically chased Alfred away, insisting that him, Dylan and Ronan could 'look after England fine by ourselves' and Michelle (Seychelles) had eventually said she could probably look after France. No one was actually too sure how she was doing, but from the looks of things it wasn't too well.

After a while of staring at a blank piece of paper, Alfred gave up. He stood up and walked out of his office, swinging his bomber jacket over his shoulder. He'd never really been one for suit, preferring the use of casual clothes even in formal situations.

"Alfred" he turned to find Yao behind him. "I was coming to see how you were. You've been locked up in your office for the whole day."

It had been a world meeting earlier on, in Scotland. A quite world meeting, with literally no ideas, no fun, no nothing. It was over in minutes.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine" Alfred batted away the concern. "Just going for a walk, but thanks anyway dude."

Yao nodded and wandered back into the building, probably to finish some paper work or something.

Alfred sighed and carried on walking. It was raining, and he pulled a small umbrella out if the pocket of his jacket. It was always there, just in case on an emergency. He didn't know where he was going, just that he was going... somewhere. His feet carried him to the park where he sank onto a wet bench, ignoring the damp that spread onto his trousers and sighed again. It was so... quite without the others. So... boring. There was no fight between Francis and Arthur to entertain him at a meeting, where he could just picture the thoughts going through their heads. They'd loved each other really. All Arthur's old colonies knew it, and he was no different.

There was no Mathew for everyone to forget, no Kiku to agree with him ideas, no Ludwig to shout at everyone, no Lovino or Antonio to offer tomatoes, no Gilbert to shout out random things in the middle of meetings, like 'I'm awesome.' Feliciano was still hooked up to life supporters, the only reason Italy hadn't completely failed was him, still alive, but not. To be honest, Alfred didn't think he was going to wake up.

Ever.

"Excuse me"

Alfred shook himself out of his thoughts and glanced down. There was a blonde kid there glaring at the floor. His hair matted to his head with rain water.

"Excuse me, I'm lost. Where am I?"

Alfred faked a smile. "Sure, Edinburgh dude. That not where you're meant to be?"

The kid scratched his head, still focused on the ground, rain dripping down his chin. "I'm... I'm not sure. I can't remember much."

"There's a hospital round the corner" Alfred stood up and ruffled the kid's wet hair, holding the umbrella out over both if them as he did to create some firm if shelter. The kid flinched away from his touch and brushed his hand away angrily. "Do you want me to take you there?"

"No" the kid muttered, continuing talking in such a low tone he couldn't hear him. It probably wasn't important. "Why does everyone think I need to go to the hospital?" he said, raising his voice a little. "I don't need to go to the bloody hospital."

"You shouldn't know language like that dude" Alfred smirked.

The kid glared up at him and Alfred almost reeled back in shock. Two sparkling emeralds stared out of eye sockets at him, fringed by eyebrows so big it was almost impossible. "What?"

Alfred shook his head. No. It couldn't be. He was dead. "Sorry dude, you just look like someone I know. God, you even speak like him."

The kid shrugged and splashed away, leaving the dry of the shelter under the umbrella, muttering under his breath again.

Alfred strained his ears to hear.

"Bloody Wanker"

****

Somewhere, in a hospital, a young boy in a coma sudden sat upright and gasped. Doctors and nurses swarmed around him as he gasped.

"Are you alright lad?" One of the doctors asked.

The boy stared at him and then laughed.

"Welcome back Lovino"

So... its finished. I hope it was alright... was it okay? There were times when I felt it wasn't, and I'm really bad at fight scenes so... sorry about those. Please comment, vote recommend to friends (only if it was okay though), I love to know people's opinions, even if they're not very good ones. Thank you everyone for sticking with me on the way and reading it, I love you guys, and I love you even more if you voted or commented along the way. Thank you

And, this is me, MiddleEarth4eva signing out for the very last time.

Goodbye :-)