And, here is the last chapter. Sorry it took so long between updates, life is crazy. I hope you've enjoyed this short series on the Vietnam war!

I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/

So this was how it was going to end, South Vietnam surmised miserably. She could feel how weak, how utterly fragile she was, how incapable of stopping her sister from joining them together again. There was nothing to do but wait, and curse her fate.

How could America abandon her this way, as if she were some embarassment to him? Did he ever feel the way about her that she did about him? Or was she simply seeing things through love-clouded eyes?

She buried her face in her hands. How could she have been so stupid?

The silence was deafening, and for not the first time, she cursed her sister's aptitude for guerilla aptitude. Then, she heard it: Footsteps, crashing right through the wilderness, uncaring if they were heard or not. Her heart leapt, hope rejoining her for the first time in hours. Who else could be so careless but her America?

She got up, and ran to the door, looking out through the peephole America had insisted on. She could see no one yet, but kept searching hopefully.

A figure made itself seen, and her eyes widened. The figure was too slim, too short to be America, and there was only one who could fit it. North Vietnam walked confidently, long hair swishing behind her as she toted her gun.

South Vietnam hastily backed away from the door, her apathy of before vanished. There had to be something she could do! Could she blockade the door, or maybe hide? Was there anywhere good to hide?

But no, it was too late, and the door swung open. South Vietnam froze, terrified eyes on the weapon pointed at her. "Surrender, sister, or I will be forced to hurt you." North Vietnam's tone was chilling, as was the coldness in her eyes.

South Vietnam could feel tears prick the corners of her eyes. "Please, sister, I don't want to be a country with you, I want to be independent! Why can't you just let me?"

"We won't be two weak countries, but a single strong one! Why can't you understand? Haven't you always wanted to be strong? Now is our chance, and you want to throw it away!" North Vietnam snapped, tone wavering from venomous to caring throughout the declaration. South Vietnam flinched away from her sister's voice, eyes still watering over.

"P-Please, just let me go!" North Vietnam's eyes narrowed in fury. Didn't her sister understand what she was saying? Or was she even listening? Her arm darted out almost without a though, and seized her sister's shoulder. South Vietnam went tense with fear.

"No, we will be one! Why won't you understand? ! Why won't you listen to me? !" North Vietnam's voice rose in pitch as she let go of her gun and seized her sister's other shoulder, beginning to shake her. South Vietnam began to sob, shaking her head. "Just stop it, please! Leave me alone!"

"I'm not going to leave you alone! Become one with me, you stupid brat!" North Vietnam shrieked, shaking her sister vigorously. South Vietnam tried desperately to break free of her grip, thrashing and pulling at North Vietnam's hands, which only made the elder sister angrier. "Just shut up and do what I tell you!" A particularly vicious vicious shake followed, and suddenly, South Vietnam's head flopped back, and she went silent.

North Vietnam froze, holding her sister's limp frame by the shoulders. "South? S-South? Come on, speak to me... This isn't funny!"

But no sound came from her sister, whose eyes unseeingly haunted North Vietnam. She dropped South Vietnam, backing away with a shudder. This... This hadn't been her fault! How was she supposed to know she was in such bad shape? It... It was the American's fault, for putting her sister through a war! If it hadn't been for him, they would have reunited easily!

She dug her fingers into her hair, tears coming to her eyes. How could this have happened?

America held the letter numbly in his hand, reeling from the content within. Of course, he'd known South Vietnam would lose. But that she would die? How could he have known...

It really hurt him, remembering his former feelings for her. And the guilt, of course, of all those dead because of his involvment. All dead for absolutely nothing. He could feel his heart ache, as he thought of how it had been in the beginning: optimistic, light-hearted, even sweet, despite all the work.

And now, she was gone forever. He didn't know how to process it.

/AN/ Well, I hope you've enjoyed the ride, and learned about the Vietnam war! Basically, South Vietnam by the time America left was an unpopular, weak regime, and hence was completely destroyed by the North Vietnamese when they invaded. It was 1972 that the Americans left, and 1975 that South Vietnam was crushed.

So, I was wondering, does anyone think it would be a good idea for me to do an American Civil War series? (it wasn't actually a civil war, despite the name, btw)