Last chapter eveybody! Omg I am going to start crying. Well...maybe not crying. But I do feel this emptiness inside me. Or maybe that's my stomach growling. Whatever. I've been with this story for around five months now. Crazy right? I can't believe I actually finished it! Oi, okay I don't know how you're going to like it. /hides into a deep dark hole never to return again/ I'll just leave it with that for now...

Warnings: Strong language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

"See you never," Dylan said waving his final goodbye to Arthur from the comfort of his driver's seat then drove off with immense speed. Good riddance, Arthur thought to himself then scowled lifting his suitcases onto the curb, with difficultly. Maybe packing all those books was a bad decision…

He walked inside the Jet Blue terminal in the J.F.K. airport, recently renovated of course. It was America and even in a recession, the country could still spend their funds on nonsense, which didn't surprise Arthur. Americans were just quote-un-quote bloody gits anyways. "Just one," he told the monotone woman working behind the counter. He placed the larger of the two bags onto the scale, weighing a total of 20.4kg.

"We'll take it from here," she said out of pure boredom and picked at her cuticles. "Next!" she called to the line of people of all ages and ethnicities anxiously waiting to get their tickets checked.

Arthur sighed walking over to the security lines. How he hated airports. He couldn't bring water bottles past security, which forced him to either drink from water fountains or buy an overpriced water bottle. It was just cruelty, almost as bad as living with his brothers and father. Almost.

"So you were just going to leave?" a voice asked behind Arthur as he untied his sneakers on a bench. On top of not bringing in water there was taking off your shoes and all metal possessions.

Shit, he thought to himself knowing that voice ever so clearly. "I guess…" he murmured guiltily trying to walk over to the security line once more. If only Dylan didn't stop for Starbucks, he would've left scot free.

"Artie, please, turn around. For me?" the American asked grasping a hold of Arthur's hand.

Arthur sighed and faced the taller of the two blondes. Looking into his sapphire eyes he asked icily "yes?"

He blinked a couple of times to prevent flooding tears. "Did you even love me?"

The question startled the Brit. "Of course I did, Alfred," he said unpersuasively.

"Then why are you leaving me?" Alfred pleaded.

Arthur gazed at the overused pattern printed on the carpet. "You know why!"

"Why are you condoning it? I told you that I could fix everything! You could stay!"

"I don't know! I just need some time to my thoughts, escape a little." He sighed "I just thought that this would be good for us. We rushed things."

Alfred nodded slowly. "I see…but we were supposed to go the city and take a carriage ride around central park like Katrina and Toni. And watch me win the playoffs. And-"

"Lighten up, love," he interrupted making Alfred's eyes twinkle at the term of endearment. "I'll come back in May."

"May," Alfred whined. "That's too long without my Artie!"

"I'm only doing what is best for both of us. You need to worry about football and getting in a college, while I need to worry about getting another job to afford college."

"I guess you're right," Alfred sulked. "At least take your jacket back!" He began stripping himself of the jacket exposing a white tee shirt with the US flag printed on it. How typical.

"No, no, I couldn't. It is yours now," he said refusing the jacket making Alfred grin radiantly. The two looked down at their intertwined hands before Arthur cleared his throat. "I, um, better be going," he stated awkwardly.

"Oh, that's right," the American said giving his hand a tight squeeze before letting it go and watching him roll his suitcase towards the security line, with his overused black converse sneakers in one hand and suitcase in the other. "Love ya, forever and ever."

He called back from his spot on line, receiving some glares on the way, "I love you too"

"Sir!" One of the attendants said shaking Arthur awake. "I will ask you to please exit the plane."

Arthur rubbed his eyes. How long have I been asleep, he asked himself looking around the empty plane. The attendants were already sweeping the rows and scavenging for any forgotten items. "Sorry, miss," he stated with a yawn. He gathered his suitcase in the overhead compartment before heading out, embarrassed.

In the crowded terminal, he managed to notice his sister through a crowd of tourists. Although it wasn't that hard seeing he thick mane of red hair.

"Art! Look how much you've grown!" Eily said wrapping her arms around Arthur. Her thick red hair curling into Arthur's face and squeezing its way into his mouth. It tasted like Arthur's cooking yet smelled like honey dew which disgusted him.

When he pulled away from her tight embrace, he noticed she was standing beside her husband, who Arthur barely remembered ever meeting. What was his name again? Harry? Lawrence? He asked "so how old are you now? 12? 15?"

"Actually I'll be 18 in May," he scowled grabbing his suitcase form the rotating carousel.

"What have they been feeding you then?" his sister asked grabbing one of his arms and noticing how malnourished it looked.

"I was lucky to even have food some days," he murmured.

Eily smiled. "Same old father. A low life that can't get a job living with his loser sons. I guess Lewis and I will make a big supper for you tomorrow" This made Arthur smile. The two of them did share a lot of rough patches, but ever since she was married she was much more content. Or maybe it was the death of their mother. Or possibly their endless hatred towards their father, although he did favor Eily. Eily was his first born, but he adored Scottie and Dylan for being his first two sons. Whatever the reason, she was happy to see Arthur. A little too happy if you asked him, though he shouldn't complain.

"Here, let me take this for you," Lewis insisted taking one of the rolling suitcases from Arthur.

"So…how was in the states? Make any friends? Everyone was probably gawking over your accent!"

"I was supposed to be nominated as valedictorian," he muttered unappreciative. That was all behind him now. He'd have to adjust back toEngland, the time, the school ect.

Lewis gaped opening the double doors out of the terminal and towards a long line for the coaches. He slapped his wife's arm playfully. "Eily! You never told me he was a child prodigy!"

"He's not," which was hard to understand given her thick Irish accent.

Arthur shot her a glare. "It's not that I'm overly intelligent, it's that everyone else there was quite dimwitted," he stated thinking of one boisterous American in mind.

She raised an eyebrow. "Make any friends?"

He shrugged joining his sister and her husband behind another couple. It was best Eily didn't know. Didn't want her to gawk over it. "Just a question, why are you being so nice to me?"

Eily shrugged. "Guess you've suffered as much as I have, if not more."

"You're probably tired from all this nonsense," Lewis explained as they boarded the coach trying to change the subject as quick as possible.

Arthur nodded, although it was more tedious than exhausting. "Sure," he muttered resting his head the window and having the world dissolve to black.

"Get up, kid," Eily said nudging at Arthur's head.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he replied groggily, grabbing his suitcase before exiting the coach. It was already dark by the time he got off the plane so it must've been past midnight by now. "And I'm not a kid!" he huffed.

"Sure," Eily said sarcastically then ruffled Arthur's hair before crossing the desolate street, having only the sound of the bus speeding away to accompany them.

"Oh my! Someone sent us flowers!" Eily exclaimed gawking at the roses placed on the front steps. She was almost exactly like their Mother: they both love to exaggerate the little things in life, which Arthur envied.

"Flowers?" Lewis asked curiously placing one of Arthur's suitcases against the steps winding up to the front door.

"Ask Art. It's addressed for him. It's from 1 Freedom Lane Hetalia,New York. Who the fuck sent you flowers?"

He shrugged. "I dunno," he lied feeling his heart soar ninety miles per hour. He asked himself oh Alfred, why are you so cliché?

"Whatever," Eily shrugged fishing in her pockets for the keys before turning the door. The house remained untouched. The same pictures of Arthur, Eily and Alice hung on the walls matching the white colored furniture in the main room. The lingering smell of wallflowers hung in the air, making Arthur relieved.

"I suggest going up to bed. It's pretty late," Lewis noted winking at his wife.

He nodded feverously, knowing exactly what his brother-in-law was implying. "Of course, see you tomorrow morning." He raced up the steps and locked himself in his old room. He sighed. His old room. Although it was deprived of items, the bed and bookshelf remained, as well as the memories.

His memories were strictly interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. "H-hello?"

"Did cha get my roses?"

He screamed through the phone "it's past midnight here, you bloody git!"

"You still didn't answer."

"Of course, love," he said smiling at the roses slowly wilting beside his night stand alongside a picture of Peter. "Make sure you thank your brother."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry I totally forgot about the time difference. I'll make sure to note that," Alfred said making a mental note. "So…you're starting your old school tomorrow?"

"Sadly," Arthur murmured not wanting to sit at lunch alone or be named the depressed loner of the school.

"I'm just worried, ya know. Not everyone is as nice as I am. And you don't have a hero to protect you anymore…" his voice trailed off into silence.

"A-Alfred? You still there?" he panicked.

"Yup!" he replied gleefully. "But it's like dinner time."

"I-I understand," he lied quite troubled.

"I'll see you in May. Right? I'll throw you the biggest birthday bash you've ever seen. Just picture it!" And so, Arthur did. He imagined standing in Alfred's driveway with a large homemade sigh stating 'Welcome Home' as well as streamers hanging from every place Alfred could reach.

"You don't have to, really," Arthur began.

"Nonsense. It's the least I could do."

"Well, talk you to tomorrow," he said awkwardly, not wanting to say goodbye.

"Can't. Model UN competition. I think I'm gonna be pres now, I hope you aren't offended."

Arthur couldn't help but smile. "Not unless you kick some ass."

"Will do." There was a small paused before he added "Promise you'll come back?"

"Promise," he said before flipping the phone closed not wanting to spoil the moment by correct Alfred's awful grammar. He reached to put his phone away in his pocket until he noticed two crumbled pieces of paper. He unfolded the creases on one of the papers revealing a note inscribed with the words:

Sorry for yesterday. Meet me at Grandpa Roma's Pizzeria at five today. My treat! ~Alfred Jones.

He smiled and wiped away a tear before opening the window welcomed by England's icy November winds. He looked from his roof into the sky, and unfolded a larger piece of paper. Inside was a printed picture of the night sky and a chartreuse arrow pointing at the sky. The Artie star, he told himself. Alfred was right, it didn't matter where the star was as long as he knew it was there, always protecting him which made a smile grace his lips. For the first time in his life, Arthur was truly happy.

The End.

Author's notes: Awwwww *wipes away a tear* how emotional. Especially since this is probably the first story I've ever finished in my whole life. It's a bit bittersweet for me too. Isn't Dylan just a lovely brother? Also, I go to the JFK airport a lot (not really Jet Blue but I thought that since the woman on the phone paid for it, it doesn't make sense not to use it) so I decided to chose a place I know all too well. I hate airports too. They're always stopping my sister. Always. I don't really like the cofrontation scene between Arthur and Alfred. It's a bit awkward. It's like two men are fighting in the middle of an airport. Not very realistic. Well...it is New York and that is where dreams are made of. Whatever. What did you think of Eily? She's a bit too nice to be Ireland but I guess she feels pity towards her brother, and she is like 28ish now. I thought it was a bit funny when her husband was like: so you're 12 now. That's exactly what people do to me. Literally. They can always get my sister's age but not mine. I guess when in doubt guess eight. Awww the flowers. Had to put that in again. Lastly, the scene in the bedroom. Urg. I'm not sure how I like it. He gets a phone call from Alfred. I hope that's an implication that he does in fact come back in May. Just saying...what really makes me smile is the things he found in his pockets. The cute little note he first got from Alfred [which I had to copy and paste] and then the star chart. Hello! It's called Starcrossed. I think I said this before but there has to be an implication of a star in here. It's the motif. It's like Catcher in the Rye. (URG I've become an English teacher). Sorry for the long rant. Anyways, THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWING! AJSKDFHJSAKLDFHF -INABILITY TO EXPLAIN EMOTIONS! I GOT 100 REVIEWS! THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE STUCK WITH THE STORY FROM DAY 1 OR JUST BEGAN THE STORY TODAY! Also, I will be holding a poll on which story I should continue/start on my profile page so check that out! Thanks again, and goodbye, farwell, I hope to see you again.

~Love Always, BetweenDreamsAndReality