A/N: As promised, here is the final chapter! I hope you enjoyed this story! It's been a fun one to write! Let me know if I should write more stories like it, for sure!

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When America finally came to, he was in a dark room, surrounded by countless other nations. At that point, there was no more pain in his chest. Instead, there was a strong sinking feeling in his stomach, especially when Germany's gaze fell upon him. His eyes desperately searched around for Russia, but he couldn't find him anywhere.

"America! You're awake!" England ran over to him and threw his arms around him. "My God! We thought you weren't going to make it! You had us all worried sick!"

"I'm fine," America muttered at him. "It's no big deal."

"Oh, but it is," France said, stepping up behind England. "Russia killed your leader, America. President Collins is dead, and he died by Russia's hand." He placed a hand on America's shoulder. "Don't worry, we have Russia in captivity for doing this to you."

"Let him go," the young nation stated. "He did it for me. Just please let him go."

"That is one request that we are unable to fulfill," Germany stated from where he stood. "Russia broke the main rule of nationhood, and we cannot easily forgive that, even if he did do it for you." He crossed his arms over his chest. "There are still many things about this that we don't understand."

"What's going to happen to him?" America asked, panicked. His heart began beating wildly with anxiety. "I need Russia to be okay!"

England pulled away from his former colony and brushed his bangs from his forehead, checking his temperature. "Al, you're running a fever," he observed. "You're still unwell after the passing of your president. Maybe it's best that you rest some more while we decide what to do with Russia."

America shoved England away from him. "No! I don't want to rest! I want to talk to Russia! He's the only one other than me who truly knows what happened that day!" He was nearly fuming by this point. "Just let me talk to him alone for awhile!"

"And why should we let you do that?" Germany asked. "So you can get your stories to line up? Not a chance!"

The young nation was now starting to lose his patience. "Listen, I'm just about done with you, Deutschland," he snarled. "I need to talk to Russia, and I need to talk with him now. Fuck your stupid rules! You think you're the leader of the world, but you're just a nation like the rest of us! If I want to see Russia, I will! You can't fucking stop me! I will raise hell if you try!"

Germany hardened his glare. "Try it. I dare you." Behind Germany stood Finland, Sweden, Denmark, and Norway. "I doubt you have the backup that I have."

America cursed under his breath and glared back at Germany. "Real tough, bringing the Scandinavians to a fight with only one other person," he spat. "Shows how much of a man you really are, that's for sure."

"I will not allow you to just sit there and insult mein Brüder like that!" Prussia shouted, coming forward. "America, why can't you just accept no for an answer? Russia betrayed the Law of Nationhood! He needs to deal with the consequences!"

"That would be all fine and dandy if I knew what the fucking consequences were!" America shot back.

"You mean to tell us you don't know what the consequences for killing a nation's leader are?" Romano demanded, storming up to America. "How much of an ignorant fuckwad are you?!"

Spain came forward and pulled Romano back, apologizing in Spanish, before looking at America with disbelieving green eyes. "You seriously don't know what happens to a nation for killing a leader?"

America shook his head. "I've never been told."

"I'll tell him," Finland answered, stepping up. He took a deep breath before calmly kneeling in front of the younger nation, eyes sad. "If a nation were to kill either their own leader or another nation's leader, like Russia did, they are immediately stripped of their nation status and imprisoned in one of their prisons for the next 100 years. Another nearby nation has to step up and take control of the former nation's land during that time. After the 100 years is up, the nation gets one more shot. If they kill another leader after that…" His voice trailed off. "I shouldn't have to explain what comes after that."

America remained silent for a long time as he thought it through. "Is Russia a repeat offender?" he slowly asked.

Finland placed a hand on America's shoulder and smiled. "Luckily, he's not. I understand this next century is going to be hard on you, but just remember that you'll see him again."

The young nation fell forward and rested his head on Finland's shoulder, finally releasing all of the tears he had been holding back. Just the thought of having no contact with Russia for the next 100 years made his chest hurt in a way that it had never hurt before. He felt Finland's arms embrace him and rub his back in a comforting way, but nothing could comfort him at that moment.

The last thing America heard before blocking everything out was Germany stating, "Russia's sentence starts today."

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100 Years Later

America tapped his pencil against his desk in the Oval Office as his new president shared his ideas with him. As much as he wanted to pay attention to this president, he just couldn't bring himself to. It was officially 100 years to the day Russia's sentence started. The only thing he could think about was his flight scheduled to Moscow that left in twenty minutes.

"I hate to cut you off, Mr. President," America began, standing up, "but I have some important matters to attend to. If you'll excuse me."

"Of course," the president stated, smiling. "When can I expect you back?"

"I will be gone for a few days, so I'd say...Monday?" the nation suggested.

"Where, might I ask, are you going?"

America smiled to himself. "Moscow," he slowly answered. "I'm going to Moscow."

"Be safe," the president warned. "I know it happened so long ago, but there are some Russians out for American blood."

The nation's smiled faded a little. "Not American blood," he corrected. "He was out for freedom. There is a huge difference."

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One Day Later

America looked around the restaurant he was supposed to meet Russia in. Everything about the world was so different after 100 years, it was almost unbelievable. He looked around the completely technologic restaurant around him.

Waiters and waitresses didn't exist in most restaurants these days, but he and Russia had agreed on a restaurant that had one. People ordered their meals on electronic tablets, sending direct orders to the chefs in the back. The only things the waiters did was refill drinks and bring the food. Everything was paid for by scanning your card on the tablet. No one carried cash anymore. Everyone's money was now held on things that looked like credit cards that were issued to a person at birth.

America tapped his foot on the floor as he waited for Russia to arrive. He ordered a drink while he waited, something fizzy, caffeinated, and carbonated to keep him awake. Oh, how he hoped Russia would hurry up. He pulled out his phone to check the time and sighed. Russia was late by ten minutes.

Just when America looked toward the door, he saw Russia walk in. He looked more handsome than ever, but also more tired than he had ever looked in the entire time the two had known each other. A smile graced his face the moment he saw America waiting for him, and he quickly made his way to the table.

"Alfred!" he greeted, sitting down. "It has been too long! How have the years been treating you? You look good." His hands were shaking. It wasn't just his hands, though. His entire body was trembling.

"Why are you shaking, Ivan?" America asked, reaching out and grabbing one of his hands with both of his. "Is everything okay?"

Russia's eyes filled up with tears. "I've been waiting for this day for so long, and now that it's finally here…" He sniffled a little and bowed his head, refusing to let America see his tears. "I can't explain how happy I really am. This is what I've been dreaming of for a century, the day we are reunited." His body shook with silent sobs. "I thought I would never see you again. I thought you would hate me and never want to see me ever again."

"I almost fought Germany to see you before they put you in the prison, but he brought out the Scandinavians and…" America sighed. "I'm sorry, Russia."

"No, America," the older nation stated, looking up at America. His cheeks were streaked with tears, yet his gaze held strong feeling. "I'm the one who needs to be sorry. I killed Collins and caused you pain, pain you didn't deserve to feel."

"You were fighting for my freedom," America told him. He brought Russia's hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly. "I could never hate you for that. You only did what needed to be done. I see that now."

Russia swallowed hard. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Of course I am. I'm so happy we're together now, Ivan. I wouldn't let you go again for the world."

"I'm glad you feel the same," Russia admitted. "I honestly thought this last century would be the death of me. I thought I had lost you forever." He bit his lip as he struggled to hold back tears once more. "I never want to go back to prison."

"I'll never let you go back."

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That night, America snuggled up to Russia in his new house, on his new bed. There was nowhere else in the entire world that he would rather be than in his lover's arms. And as they snuggled up to each other, the love between them was nearly tangible.

"I've been waiting all day for this," America admitted before pulling the older country into a passionate kiss. He had been waiting all day to kiss his lover, but he wanted to wait for the right time. "Ivan, I want to be with you until the end of time."

"The feeling is mutual," Russia answered, pulling America into another kiss. "Let's do just that, Alfred. Let's stick together until the end of time."

"I would be honored." America rolled over on top of Russia and kissed him even more deeply than he had kissed him before. "Ever since Collins became president of my country, times have been pretty trying for me, but my time with you has always been wonderful, and I thank you for that. For the past 100 years, they have tried to bend and break me over and over, but there is one thing I know that they don't."

"Oh yeah?" Russia asked, amused. "And what's that?"

"I am unbreakable."