A/N: This is the ending, I guess. Bad and Good. There is no true or happy

ending in this story considering it might've ended one way or another.

I do not own Hetalia, if I do, I'd probably fix a certain country.

Summary: The aftermath of the fall, and how the world took it in two different ways. Oh America.. if only you look deeper, people still cared for you. But then again, miracles can happen as well.

A/N: Pairings are somewhat hinted (hella hinted) because my shipper heart and I can't really resist. Also I put Caring!Nordics because they're technically the biological parents of America and Canada.

Warning: PLEASE. DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. There are some events that seem plausible, but remember that this is a fanfiction.

Bromance in Awesome Trio is a must!

Sibling bond between North America (Canada, US and Mexico) is a must!

Friendly rival (secret friendship) between Russia and America is a must!

Will be revised sooner or later because I typed this at midnight (RIP)

Before America's suicide (The Fall of USA) in the Meeting room,

It was quiet.

It was the first time that the meeting was oddly quiet.

Too quiet, Germany thought, as he stared around the the table, only to find America missing. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"England, do you happen to know where America is?" Germany asked. England scoffed.

"It's not like he's my damn responsibility every time he messes everything up." He muttered, as Germany sighed in response.

"That bastard probably choking himself on those burgers again." Romano muttered.

"Don't be mean, fratello~ It's what he does everyday after all. It's like me and pasta!" Italy said, smiling.

"You're fine. But he is way worse!" His brother responded.

"Well, Angleterre, it's your fault for the lack of respect and common sense of Amerique. He got that after you from eating those disgusting things he called "food." France commented , disgust shown on his face as he remembered him tasting it.

England's vein on his forehead seemed to popped as he unleashed his stress and rage that directed to the American, who unknown to everyone, was standing outside.

"IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT HE ACTS LIKE THIS! HE IS NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY! IT'S HIS DAMN FAULT FOR BECOMING LIKE THAT! I WOULD PREFER FOR HIM TO DISAPPEAR AS ALL OF YOU WOULD WISH!"

"Calm down, Angliya. Though I admit he can be obnoxious at times, Amerika is not as bad as you thought. After all, he is perfect to become one with me, da?" Russia answered, who seemed to be unfazed with the rage of the Britannia himself, as he continued to smile (remembering that he called him stupid in an affectionate way), imagining America underneath him, moaning and gasping his name like it's the only word he knew, kissed his lips until he's breathless, as they continue to become one.

Being a "secret undercover bros", quoted by the American himself, is fine enough for him, but it's not a sin to let his imagination go wild.

His smile grew deeper, making other nations shudder at the atmosphere, who thought it was a creepy threat. (A/N: Bruh I can't resist it's midnight when I typed this)

"He's right though, even if he forgot me at times, he is still a good brother, he cares for me and loves me, even after all the insults I gave him.." Canada said, but went unheard. He ignored that, however, as he continued to feel worried about his brother. He seemed to be late. He also noticed that he went to the opposite direction instead of the cafeteria, where he always go.

Does he have a bad stomach? Or.. Canada's eyes widened at the possibility, then shook his head.

No, no. America is not that dumb, I know that. He thought, but he hoped the "stomachache" situation was the reason of his absence. He stated at Mexico, who too, shared the same thought and worries, looked at him with the same expression.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro asked.

"I'm Canada, your owner." He responded, and sighed.

"Not as bad? He is such an immature nation, aru! He refuses to pay for the debt he owed me!" China yelled, as he huffed, debts filled his mind.

Russia can only shake his head in response.

Comrade, you know for one those trillions of debts are not that easy to pay. They don't appear out of nowhere and get paid in a day. Even I know that. He almost retorted, but decided to held his tongue to prevent violence. Even his comrades has a ridiculous thought that he couldn't even comprehend.

And they say Westeners are ridiculous.

Despite his thoughts of "becoming one", he is quite worried that the American was still not present. It feels weird for his frenemy to be absent during this time, where they could be exchanging words filled with mock, playful hatred.

They are not enemies, despite their political affairs, they are frenemies with playful rivalry.

He is the balance in this world, no matter how nosy, he added with saccharine sweetness, or sarcasm, he can be.

He also noticed how America is lifeless, once shining like a lively sunflower in a warm field, now dull and cold like General Winter's harsh snow.

In the past, Soviet Russia would've laughed in delight. After all, that's his favorite thing to see when it comes to his enemies.

Their weaknesses.

But now? He is unsure. Their "relationship" changed throughout the years, as they are comfortable enough to chat in a cafe like they're still in the 1800's.

His thoughts were interrupted by Italy, who was staring at the window, saying "Ne, Doitsu.."

"What is it, Italy?" Germany asked, seemed to be stressed.

"America's car is not in the parking lot."

Huh? As to make sure, Japan stood up and went where Italy was standing.

It's true, his car, which is between his and Russia, thank Kami-sama for that, was missing.

"Where did America-san go?" Japan muttered, his worry features visible.

"Don't worry. He's probably running out of burgers and going to the nearest McDonalds like he always do." England muttered, as he crossed his arms.

"If you say so." Japan answered, but the feelings still didn't vanished like he thought it would, but it turned to something worse.

Like something bad is going to happen.

"Let's just continue the meeting without him. It's becoming stressful enough as it is." Germany muttered, as sounds of agreement spread thoughout the room.

However, the unnerving feelings never left the people who thought of him positively.

Where did he go? They thought.

After the meeting, Canada, Mexico, Prussia(who appeared out of nowhere and said "I just wanna hang out with my birdie," in which Canada doesn't mind) and the Nordics walked home from the meeting. The hotel was not far, so it's a walking route. They continued to chat, about future family bond, since the Nordics are technically their biological parents, Prussia and Denmark discussing their prank plan as Norway and Canada just sighed at their antics. Mexico just laughed and continued to eat his churros, saving some for his brother, America.

"I can't wait to tell America about this! He would be estastic!" Denmark said, grinning as he imagined America's laugh.

"Kesesese, of course! He would be impressed with my awesome plan!" Prussia responded, before his face turned serious.

"You guys noticed?" He murmured, causing all of them to stop.

"What about?" Norway asked.

"America." Then their faces turned solemn. It didn't help when the rain started to pour on them.

"You noticed too, huh.." Finland muttered, worried about his son.

"I've noticed his changes for the past new days. It was becoming too much for awesome me that I had to do plan something awesome for him to be happy, right Gilbird? " Prussia muttered, before turning his head to the bird, who chirped in response.

"We also planned for the bonding so it could increase the family bond between us." Sweden answered, as he covered Finland with his jacket from the rain.

"Amigo, I'm worried. What if hermano does something bad?" Mexico asked, panic written all over his face.

"Don't worry Mexico, I'm sure-" As they turned the corner, Canada was interrupted by a horrifying scream, followed by distressed noices.

"OH MY GOD, NO!"

Before they could respond, their hearts stopped as they saw a familiar figure crashed to the concrete, infront of the crowd, create a sickly crack sound.

They knew that figure, with blonde hair, and those bomber jacket..

Their hearts sinked even further.

It couldn't be..

"W-was that..?" Before Denmark could finish, Canada and Mexico ran, their faces were written with terror, the rest followed.

As they pushed to the horrified crowd, Canada stopped, his eyes full of terror and tears.

On the concrete, lies his brother America, his face unrecognizable as it was severely open wounded, with skull visible and cracked, half of his brain was smushed, his hair now covered in blood, as it continues to flow to Canada's shoe.

His body was also broken in an angle he cannot describe. His limbs was broken in many ways, a bone punctured out of the jacket.

Even with all of the injuries that could've made his brother unrecognizable, tears flew down Canada's face as he stepped closer to the corpse, sobs wrecking his body, as he stare at his brother's smiling face.

"Al.. no, please.." He muttered, a sob escaped his quivering mouth as his mind was filled with his brother's happy face and the familiar laugh.

"No.. No, no, no, NO! THIS CAN'T BE TRUE!" He screamed, as he fell to his knees, gently cradling the barely intact head of his brother.

"THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE! AL!" He screamed to the heavens, who is pouring deoplets even more, as if the Mother Earth was sobbing for the loss of her own child.

He could barely hear Mexico's screams of pain, Prussia's and Denmark's expression and choked cry, while the others stared in shock, sadness and disbelief.

He could also barely hear the mourns of the crowd.

"Why would he do this.."

"For him to take his own life like that.."

"He wasted his life by ending it on such grotesque manner.."

"Whoever made him drove into this must've took it too far, huh..?"

Then all the memories hit Canada.

Hard.

He remembered the times that America was in the bathroom, alot when he visited.

The constant flushing of the toilet. He always thought Al had a bad case of diarrhea back then.

The crusted razor at the corner of the trash. He thought it was too dull to be used.

His "Hollywood" smile diminishing when people continued to taunt him.

The piano performance he did on the parade, as he whispered,

"Wish my life away.." As if he was connected to the phrase itself.

All of that, and all Canada did was nothing.

Oh how he felt was beyond worst, as he cradled his brother's head and wailed, tears fell to the open wound of his smiling brother.

"I'm so sorry Al, I'm so so sorry.. it's my fault, right? I wasn't a good brother, and I drove you into this, right?" He sobbed, as his voice cracked.

"I'm such the worst brother you ever had.. All I did was to complain on how I will never get noticed, while you had to endure the insults everyday, mine included.. I didn't even bother to.. to.." He continued, but instead of finishing his words, he cried out to the heavens above, as the crowd mourned, rain continued to pour heavily on the city.

"ALFRED!" Canada's heartbreaking scream rang throughout of the city, another sign of impending doom.

England's day could've been better if:

One: France decided not to be a tease and get the "job" done already, and

Two: A bloddy phone call had not interrupted their bonding.

France grumbled as he moved to grab the phone, while England turned the T.V on, the mood was instantly killed.

"Bonjour? Matthieu? Are you oka- Calm down, what's-.. what?" His suprised tone turned into distraught as his voice turned into a whisper, tone full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?" England asked, worried.

"It's Amerique.. he.." France muttered, his eyes filled with tears and shock.

"He did what, France?"

"He.. jumped.. off the building... he.. dead.."

With those words, England's world seemed to fall upside down.

When the family went to the morgue, their heart sank even further when his full body was revealed on the table.

There were scars everywhere, as Finland stepped closer, his anger grew as he saw the writings on his skin.

The insults of every nation was carved into his skin, a daily reminder of what he truly is to them.

When they returned home, Denmark suddenly screamed and wrecked havoc into the house, throwing and crashing everything, his confined rage was finally shown.

"They don't even know how much America suffered through all of these years trying to maintain balance into this world!" Denmark hissed, his eyes full of hatred, regret, sadness.

"And to think, he is still YOUNG! A nation doing all of those things in only 200 years in not only intriguing, according to all of them, but horrifying! Do they even not realize how much pain he had to endure with your taunts and jeers at his line of sight?!..."

The Nordics could only look down. Canada exhaled with a shaken tone, as he felt despair from his people.

Not only that, but fear.

The fear of worst.

"...It doesn't matter anymore. Whatever he endured, all of them will experience it in a matter of moment." Sweden said, closing his eyes in anguish, as he felt the impending doom comes close.

Days later, a funeral was set up for the dead Nation, as the G8, America's boss and few countries who were close to America were invited.

It was raining, even if it's cliche, it still symbolizes the mood and the result of their own actions.

America's boss lamented on how he could've done more to help his country, yet he failed to do so, and how he failed to notice sooner.

The G8 was sitting on the chair, faces filled with misery and regret. Lithuania cried silently while comforting a sobbing Belarus. Even how annoying America was, she still cared for him. After all, he was there for her after the fall of USSR.

Everyone was shocked when Russia slowly came to the coffin, where America's bandaged face was visible, fell to his knees and cried silently.

"Fredka.." He whispered, as he touched the glass, as if he was touching the face of the Nation. His tears flowed down even more as he saw the smiling face of once his equal.

Japan gave speech on how his friendship started, and regrets, though he had a breakdown in the middle of it. China escorted him back to their seat, despair written all over his face.

America was buried in a land where the familiar blue flowers grew, so he can be in peace.

Sobs and wails echoed through the depressing day as the coffin was lowered below, forget-me-nots, camomiles, roses, sunflowers, any kind of flower was thrown to the coffin before it was buried.

Few hours later, only Canada and Mexico remained, while Nordics and Prussia are in the car, waiting for them.

"It's my fault. I drove him into this.." Canada muttered, as he stared at the tombstone with numb emotions.

"You're not alone on this, amigo. I was ignorant when my hermano needed help.." Mexico answered, as he sighed and looked up.

May you be at eternal peace, Alfred..

2 days had passed since the funeral, before America's letter was distributed to everyone during the meeting, including his farewell note.

It also got mixed reactions.

Those reactions will be judged based on endings.

Bad Ending: If Only You Knew

It's been 5 years since America's death. People in the world either rejoiced or cried for the fall of the superpower.

The prediction of fall like the Great Rome had come true, as the people expected. Nations who despised America were estastic, expected a great result now that the "annoyance" of a country is gone.

They did get a result.

Except that it's not great.

The changes happened 6 days later after the fall of USA, when the government suddenly shuts down.

The stock markets crashed faster and deeper than both Depression/ Recession.

Most of the countries who depend on America when it comes to economic, became large in debt, around 2 trillion at most.

There's also a great famine across the nation, as the US goods suddenly got cut off.

Not only that, Russia declared war on his sister, Ukraine, and all of Europe, after the last of his sanity slipped.

His sanity clung on thread during America's death, trying to cope during the unbalancing, but it snapped after the letters were distributed.

No one knew what's in the letter that caused Russia to snap. But they knew that it would be dangerous for the world when he suddenly send a Tsar Bomba to the middle East.. After a horrifying explosion, it was no more.

After that, it was chaotic. It was all war, there's no countries that are neutral, considering it became a survival of the fittest.

Canada limped towards the field, his face covered in blood of his now dead younger brother, who is on his back, limp, as he found Anerica's grave untouched.

Even with all of the bombs, guns, fire, his tombstone is still untouched.

Besides, it's their only connection from the former nation.

And a reminder.

"Hey, Al. How are you doing up there? I hope you're happy with.. what's his name? Davie? Nonetheless, At least you're not here." Canada muttered, as he looked up. The once blue, clear sky is now covered with smoke, fire and radiation. He breathed through his gas mask as he sighed, tears gathering in his eyes.

His phone suddenly rang.

"Matt, we need reinforcements at the South." England's voice seemed pained, since he was also affected by the explosion.

"Got it." He muttered, before lying Mexico down next to where America was buried.

He leaned down and gave him a forehead kiss (brotherly) before he left.

He knew his brother's death would impact the world, but he never expected it to go that far.

Oh Alfred.. He thought, as he closed his eyes, preparing for the next war.

If only you knew how much you mean to us..

Good Ending: Miracles Do Happen

It's been years since America's fall. The meeting had lost it's fun, rowdiness and happiness, as the room is always filled with somber and regret.

On how the nations act changed as well. Germany lost his stern-like feature, Russia's creepiness suddenly disappeared, only to be replaced with a depressed aura, England was deeply depressed, Italy doesn't have a atmosphere buddy, Romano is not as loud, Nordics were blaming themselves, Prussia and Denmark felt empty, Japan felt like he is a dishonorable one, etc.

Canada was also badly depressed. He almost committed suicide if only wasn't for Mexico, and the rest of his cousins.

Tony and America's pet whale was also depressed.

As they tried to move on, they couldn't help but to always gaze at the door whenever the meeting would start. They would continually gaze as if America would burst in a moment, screaming,

"I'm here!"

But alas, it seemed to be impossible, like reincarnation.

For them, reincarnation works if the people's belief and motivation for the fallen country is strong enough for it to get back on it's feet.

As years passed, each nation visited America's grave every Fourth Of July. By now, his grave is filled with sunflowers, scones, plushies, candles, blessings, letters, etc.

100 Years Later

As the countries visited America for the yearly routine, they were suddenly startled of the sudden grow of grass, greener than any one would think.

Their hope were suddenly raised.

When the meeting had started, discussing about economy and politics, they were suddenly ambushed by terrorists.

For some reason, the terrorists knew that they were the personification of countries, which made the end of the world easier if they would kill them in their spot.

England silently cursed as they were held hostage, and publicly announced their future doom.

The security in the building really needs upgrade.

"Now watch, as Canada will fall by my hands!" A terrorist leader yelled to the recorder, his malicious grin grew as he held the gun to Matthew, who closed his eyes.

Suddenly the leader screamed, clutching his hands. All nations looked up and saw a masked guy, holding up a gun.

"I suggest you let go of them." He murmured, as he nodded at the nations, who seemed confused.

The voice sounds familiar, somehow.. Canada thought.

"And why would I do that?" Leader scoffed.

"Because if you don't, then I would do this." Masked Guy answered, as he lift the table and threw it with his super strength, knocking the terrorists to the floor.

The nations gaped at the strength of the masked guy, not before getting suspicious.

Is he a country, or a magician?

The terrorist tried to attack the masked figure by behind, only for his arm to be twisted.

After a huge fight, the masked figure stood still infront of the unconscious group.

There was a heavy atmosphere between them.

" Why..? Why are you doing this?" China asked, after a few minutes of silence.

"And how did you..?" Lithuania murmured.

The nations couldn't help but to gaze at the figure in front of them.

It stood tall, proud, powerful.

Yet familiar.

As the figure turned around, Russia's eyes widened.

Behind the mask, behind the hidden identity of a mystery man,

Was blue irises that reminded him of a childish man he got used to throughout the years of their friendly rivalry.

..Fredka? No it can't be..

"One, I came to find you guys hostage on national tv and two," He answered as he removed his mask, the nations' gasp spread throughout the room, tears gathering in their eyes, as the remaining FACE family choked on their tears.

The figure smiled back, as if he forgotten what they did to him decades ago.

"Because it's what the heroes do."

Canada was the first one to snapped out of his shock as he ran to his brother, screaming "ALFRED!"

Soon everyone was screaming, and tackle hug the nation.

"Woah, woah! I can't breathe in here, dudes!" America said, as he laughed.

The nations pulled away, but Russia and the FACE family lingered, still hugging the nation.

"Мы скучали по тебе, я скучал по тебе .." Russia murmured, as he hugged America tighter. He smiled, before hugging back, murmuring,

"I missed all of you guys too."

As the nations chat and laughed, Prussia could only look at the sky and smile.

I guess miracles do happen, huh?

A/N: WHOOO.

Anywho, for me I just see Russia and America as some kind of frenemies, but still care towards each other, not as countries, but as Ivan and Alfred. Both knew they were good friends centuries ago, considering Russia helped America during Civil War and American Revolution (even if it's indirect.) It's like a secret friendship, since both get along enough to chat on a cafe (comic strip) and the insults are more of a playful tease.

Anywho, thank you guys for reading and reviewing. If you have critics please do tell me. I intend to improve in the future.

There's a chance this chapter will be revised considering I literally typed this in midnight.

For my story Isolationism, the summary of it will change alot since I'm trying to figure out how the story would go, since it involves another universe and OCs.

The wonders of technology.

The pairings are mainly RusAme and PruCan, but they don't appear until much later.