The Rain Always Falls Here Part 5- I Remember...

"Hey Arthur—did I ever say thank you to you for saving me at this lake?" America asked casually with a small, but meaningful, smile on his face.

After growing tired of watching leaves fall from trees and counting each one that would land on top of the water, England turned his head towards the American in a questioning manner—surprised to be asked such a question, especially by America. Such an intimate question like that wouldn't come from Alfred—yet, it did.

The two nations stayed sitting on the evergreen grass with the sparkling lake in front of them and the warm ray from the sun welcoming the two into its arms.

The elder country smiled softly, "No—I don't believe you did." He said kindly.

"Oh okay." America responded casually again.

England cocked an eyebrow up and formed a frown upon his face, "Well..?" He asked slightly demandingly.

"Well—what?" America asked, trying to refrain a chuckle.

"Aren't you going to thank me..?" The English nation requested a little warily—feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

America couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, "What? No..! Heroes are supposed to BE thanked not the other way around! I was just wondering is all." He laughed a bit more—shaking his head.

The older country scowled, "Then why did you ask such a bloody question you git?" England growled and turned his head away from the American to the front again—being slightly hurt at the younger nation's response.

The sapphire eyed country turned his head towards the upset Englishman. "Come on England I was just messing with you—you know that!" He lightly punched the Brit playfully on the arm.

England didn't look back at America and sighed. "No—I didn't l know that until you told me. Honestly Alfred, how can anybody take you seriously if you continue on crying wolf?"

America quirked his own eyebrow up, "What wolf? What are you talking about?" He asked confusedly.

The emerald eyed man sighed again before explaining, "Like the story, 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. In the story, the boy always said that there was a wolf and so eventually the village people didn't believe him when there was an actual a wolf around." England sighed once more and turned his head to America. "Keep joking around like that and it will be the downfall of you Alfred."

"Okay... So why are you so upset? What's the big deal? Everyone jokes around!" America pointed out defiantly.

"That's not the issue." England stated plainly.

"Then what is?"

The elder sighed, shaking his head once again. "Learn to read the atmosphere—will you?" England said irritatingly—he furrowed his eyebrows inward.

America frowned, "Aw but I hate reading! I don't even know where to buy that book!" He whined equally as childish—pouting ever so immaturely.

A shot of aggravation hit England—not knowing whether or not America was serious or was really just that dense. He was annoyed with the other nation's ignorance and his inability to say a simple 'thank you' for saving his ass, but gratitude or not—England would have saved America from any sort of danger, even now that the superpower is older and is capable of fending for himself.

England sighed off the irritated feeling towards America and instead was mad towards himself for making a big deal out of something small—even if it was just himself who thought that when in reality there was no 'deal' to deal with or make larger. He was being silly—America is an idiot so that would explain everything perfectly.

"Never mind—let's just forget about it." England said plainly—turning his head back in front to stare at the rippling waters and leaves jumping around on the water's surface from the gentle breeze.

America chuckled, shifting his head to watch the same scenery as England, "Hey Arthur—

—did I ever say thank you for saving me at the lake..?" America asked quietly with his head bowed. His voice was straining to talk—having the feeling of wanting to talk, but not wanting to at the same time. His feelings raged inside his body—it overwhelmed him, it hurt him, but there was still much to say... But nothing was fitting together the way it should—so he only said what was needed to be said.

The mourning country stood in front of a grave— he himself, formally wearing all black. In his hands he carried a small bouquet of daises and lilies with the stems wrapped together in gift tissues and plastic made perfectly for this.

America chuckled sadly—head still bowed, unable to look at the grave and the tombstone that was at the head. "I guess I never did—huh..?" He said sadly.

The grave, the headstone, the carved words written on the stone—it hurt so much... But he needed to be strong... He didn't want to look so broken in front of his beloved.

He kneeled down and placed the bouquet of flowers on top the grave without looking up, "Well here it is... Thank you..." America choked back a sob before standing back up—still not looking straight at the grave, "Thank you... I'm sorry I didn't say it to you before..." Tears began streaming from the nation's eyes trailing over his cheeks and dripping onto his suit. His head remained down as he cried lightly. "Thank you for being with me..."

America lifted an arm and covered his eyes whilst he cried, "W-Why did y-you have to g-go..? W-Why..?" America cried out stuttering.

Indeed—why..? Why do those closest and dearest to you have to pass on...without you..? Why must we suffer so..?

"I-I j-just bought h-him a w-week ag-ago..!" The American shouted out.

...Say what..?

"And what a thrilling 7-day life he had." Was said behind the crying nation. "Really now—how long are you planning to stay here?"

England walked up beside the crying American in front of the grave and placed a loving hand on his shoulder. He also was formally wearing an all black attire suit—having some bandaging show, but being mostly covered by the suit. His wounds barely hurt now—being a country and all, he was a fast healer. The bullet had missed Arthur's heart by the skin of his teeth—a centimeter away from being fatal.

The elder turned his head to America—showing sympathy in his gleaming emerald eyes, but with a pinch of snickering twinkling in the corners. How he got dragged into this—he had no idea.

America lifted his head and turned it to look at the other nation—showing the latter his tear streaming cheeks and the childish sadness that covered his face. The blue eyed country instantly attacked the Englishman with a hug—crying on the Brit's shoulder.

England sighed, returning the embrace—taking a hand and rubbing America's back to comfort him. "Honestly Alfred—all this crying over something that trifle?" England pointed out.

Alfred sobbed louder trying to prove his point that it was something worth crying for—but something told England that America did it on purpose and wasn't actually crying as much as he showed it to be.

"That damn Prussia—shooting at my Arthur, hurting MY Arthur..!" America held on tighter to England—tightening the hug. "And then this too...! England it's just not fair..!"

The English nation chuckled slightly still rubbing the other's back to calm him down, "Life is not fair, love." He gradually pushed America off of him, holding on to the American's arms, to look at the younger nation with his loving emerald eyes and warm smile. England slowly moved his hands down America's arms, locking their hands together.

"Now no more crying." England kindly insisted. "We'll go get you a new one, okay?" He requested, tightening his hands grip with America's.

America sniffled, nodding before leaning in to kiss England passionately on the lips with the other leaning into the kiss also.

After a moment, the blue eyed country broke away from the other and smiled lovingly at his darling Arthur. "At least it wasn't you... I wouldn't have the will to go on without you..." He let go of a hand—with the other still holding onto one of England's –and placed it on the side of the other's face. "You're so beautiful..."

The younger man's words made the Brit blush, turning his head slightly to the side.

America sniffled again, his voice hitching a bit before returning to normal, "Thanks again Arthur... Not just at the lake—but for everything you did for me." His eyes shimmered in the sunlight—beautiful sun shining; no depressing rain.

Arthur returned the loving smile looking back at America, "You're very welcome." England said affectionately, "I will always be there to help you when you need it." England took America into another embrace. "I won't let you drown..."

America returned the hug—holding onto England tighter.

"I love you Arthur—so much."

"I love you more."

America laughed, "No way! I love you more!"

Scoffing, England's hold on America became tighter, "Don't be ridiculous. Of course I love you more."

"Nope. You just think you do, but really—I freaking love you more!"

"Ugh! Bloody hell!"

America laughed again, "I love you." He said tenderly running a hand through the other's soft hair then bringing it down to grasp onto his other arm—to lock England in the hug.

England sighed shaking his head slightly—willing to be trapped in the arms of his dear Alfred. "I love you too—

—git."

After some time, the two walked away from the grave hand in hand—talking about where they'll be going next and initiating petty arguments about where to eat which eventually ended in another hug and gentle kisses until they reached England's brilliant high-class European car.

As the warm sunlight poured on top the graves of the cemetery, light wind danced around the tombstone of the grave the two had just left. The flowers America had placed begun dancing along with the breeze causing several petals to fly off to join the current of air.

The petals floated around the polished rock marking, surrounding it in their silent escapade of much less coordinated movements. On the headstone were the carved words—

R.I.P

Here lies America's CUSTOM made jacket.

Date: Last week-A week after

He will be greatly missed—by America.

The End.

I'm so glad that I figured out how to edit and update around the wierd 'error type 2' deal when I try to update o_O I thank yahoo answers and everyone who answered! Hopefully the people in charge of this site will solve this problem out soon for other people because it looks likeIm not the only one with the problem.

Lol did you guys think Iggy was dead..? :3 Well he's not (That would've been lame, oui!) Plus the genre did say angst and hurt/comfort—not tragedy xD And also if you read the chapter 4 carefully, I didn't say that he died. Sure I did say lifeless, but when you're sleeping you would seem pretty lifeless right? Especially if you're a heavy sleeper xD It also would seem like you're not even breathing when you're sleeping too xD (I know. When my brother sleeps it's like he's dead xD Good thing he wasn't ;_;)

Oh and with Prussia—he didn't die either (That would've been lame too). He merely passed out due to major loss of blood and was sent to prison for a couple of days/weeks/months/years... Just until he can control his awesomeness and bring it down to nonviolent xD SO—that's probably going to take some time. xD He needs time to effin chill. xD

And with France... Eh I'm not sure what happened to him. I only put him in there to be like 'FRANCE TO THE RESCUE!' or something xD

And that's that! :D The end of The Rain Always Falls Here -tears up- :'D I can't believe it's finally done!

I really hope you all liked/loved it! I really do! This would be the first fic I finished and I would like to thank everyone who stuck with me until the end even when it seemed like this fic was dead! And with that, I give you my undying gratitude! :'D –cries happily-

A little side note: Britannian idiot, American Idiot is going strong and I would appreciate all the love and support to keep it alive and going! I have stayed faithful with updating pretty quickly and not months like this one, let's keep that going and please lend me your power by reviewing and PMing me encouragement! xD

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