AN: I'm late (again) *facepalm* So yeah...this is the last chapter. Enjoy~

(The italicized part is from the original fic)

Chapter 3

Loki dreamt of a golden field.

The God stood there, feeling a bit lost in a vast piece of land. The sun was shining, rabbits jumping here and there, tails white and fluffy as little snow balls. He could feel the wind blowing through his hair, tickling his chin and bringing with it a calm, fresh smell of wheat. It was oddly strange and yet familiar.

Where was he? He had never been to this place before. This was surely a dream, but why did he feel an abnormal aura around here?

Was it…magic?

The realization hit him right when he touched the wheat and his hand went right through it. Someone had used magic to get him into this dream. So this was not his, it belonged to another person. And the dreamer had wanted him to see it. Just as he was about to wonder who, Loki smelled a light scene of forest mixed with honey and wild flowers. It was fresh, natural, and yet made a warm feeling spread across his chest. He only knew one person who had that kind of delicately subtle magic.

"Engwand! You are back!" A cheerful voice rang through the field. Loki turned his head and saw a small laughing child running in his direction.

What?

The God was about to get out of the way when the kid just simply ran through him like he was nothing but thin air. He turned just in time to see the boy jump into another man's embrace. Loki was dumbfounded for a moment because 1) Arthur was the one hugging the child and 2) was that the younger version of America... wearing a dress?

"Engwanddd~!" The kid purred, rubbing his cheek on England's cheek. "Why were you gone for so long this time? I missed you."

Loki grimaced slightly at the boy's wrong pronunciation. Engwand? Luckily he wasn't trying to take over this realm at this time. It would be awkward to hear a country calling him 'Woki' all day.

"Sorry America. A lot of things happened and I needed to deal with more troubles." Arthur sighed, ruffling America's hair. "But I am here now. I brought you a special present."

"Wow! What is it?"

"I left it at home. Shall we go back and see what it is?" Arthur asked, smiling warmly. Loki could see love and adoration sparkled in his emerald eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Let's go, Engwand!" America exclaimed excitedly, tugging at Arthur's shirt. The other chuckled slightly and turned his back toward Loki, heading in the opposite direction.

Loki watched as they disappeared, wondering what just happened. Arthur looked so different. More happy than Loki ever saw him in the present time. His smile was sincere and warm. His eyes were full of emotions. No mask was worn and no fake attempt to not feel was present. It was so…natural. The Arthur Loki had seen everyday was always grouchy and sarcastic like Loki himself. However, he had begun to smile a bit more lately and it made the God feel protective over his country, because he could still see the pain that was visible in his eyes.

This past version of Arthur was different. Loki was well-aware of those bandages on his hands and some scratches on his face, but they seemed only to be some physical wounds that would heal eventually. Aside from that, Loki knew that his country was truly happy at this time. No emotional hurt could be seen, making the God wondered if this time belong to another world. A world where they were mere mortals that could live a happy and normal life.

The scene suddenly drifted away. Loki felt the world spin and in a blink of an eye, he was standing in a muddy valley. The rain poured down harmlessly through his ghost like form. He looked up surprisingly at the sky that was no longer bright and blue but dull and grey. Something in his stomach churned slightly. This scene made him feel like he had been washed over with a wave of depression. It reminded him so much of those lonely days in Asgard, waiting for Thor or crying himself to sleep after he had been nagged or bullied. Such were the memories that he didn't want to remember now.

Loki turned his gaze away from that angry sky and saw something that made his heart stop. Standing in front of him was Arthur and America, both in their revolutionary military uniforms with Arthur in red and America in blue. But what surprised him the most was the fact that Arthur was curling up on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. America just stood there, watching him with a sad expression. Loki felt an urge to step forward and hug his nation but knew it would be futile, so instead he just kept standing there and staring in disbelief. The love and strong bond between them was nowhere to be seen now. What remained was just hatred, broken trust, and silent begging screams. Why? Why do you want to leave? What have I done wrong? Please. Come back…

The tension was so heavy and real that Loki could feel it lurking around them, tattooed intricate pain to their hearts and their souls. Yet nobody said a word, just the dulling sounds of raindrops hitting the ground, breaking into thousands of pieces like crystal glass.

Again the scene changed, the dull sky, the dark mud stained with crimson blood, the color of red and blue reflected the duty of a nation, it all drifted away. Loki's surroundings became like a fast running film and he watched in sadness and sympathy as he saw how Arthur had changed slowly day after that day. The happy emerald eyes were now lifeless and cold. His soft and full of love voice now laced with malice, each word coming from the now-Empire's mouth was dripping with venom. Loki thought he was seeing himself for the first time without a mirror.

Was this why he was attached so much to Arthur rather than other countries?

The God felt warmth spread in his chest as more memories passed with Arthur and America's steadily developed relationship during World War II. The night they shared a shy unexpected first kiss, the way Arthur's cheeks became more adorable every time he blushed. The light had slowly but surely came back into his eyes, the mental scars were healing as the broken trust was mended. And Arthur... after so many years of being the world's super power, now simply stood back and watched as his Empire fell into pieces, a true smile graced his lips. He was tired, but happy... because Arthur found America. Because that boy came back. Just like Loki's mother had dived after him when he had fallen from the Bilfrost, had showed him he was still loved and given him courage.

Loki and Arthur had both been freed from the lonely life. There were still scars that had yet to fade away, but they had been freed and that was the point. They had found a person to trust and love and be trusted and be loved in return. Fate had led two souls with the same past meet each other.

The God finally understood.

Loki woke up as he felt a wetness on his cheek. Bringing up a slender finger, he touched a small tear that was rolling down and realized he had been crying in his sleep. How strange, he hadn't cried for such a long time.

"You didn't sleep last night?" It came out like a statement more than a question as Loki looked up and saw Arthur smiling down at him.

"It is hard to sleep when you have a Norse God on your lap, is it not?" Arthur chuckled despite his teary eyes.

"That's you, right? You used your magic to show me your past." Loki said gently, caressing the nation's cheek. His hand was soon wet with tears.

Arthur just nodded and the God smiled in sympathy. Those were memories that were better been showed than told. After all, he and Arthur were the same: a lonely child, a betrayed adult, a monster of a man. A Norse God of Mischief and a rainy island. How odd did that sound?

"We make an abnormal team, huh?" Loki asked.

"Indeed, we do, my King." Arthur replied. "We do."

After that night, Loki had become very enthusiastic in improving the UK's economy. England could even swear that the brand new oil field that had been discovered in British water was not there before. Loki had really restored him to his old glory days. England could feel power and wealth ran through his vein as everyday a ridiculously large amount would just jump right to his lap.

The UK was no longer in a recession. Life had changed to become more comfortable and prosperable. People were happy and everyone loved the King. England's relationship with his siblings was better, and when he stood in front of a mirror, England could see his sandy blond hair was now threaded with sparkling gold light, his eyes looked more like a forest after a rain, and his skin was still pale but less lifeless. But above all things, he was truly happy this time. There was nothing burdened his heart like when he was the British Empire. He had a great King, loyal army, and wonderful people. He was not alone.

And the fact that England was helping out America's economy, after the devastating bank scandals, just made every day of his life more perfect. The younger nation was improving everyday due to the UK's investment in the other nations companies. The two men had more time hang out with one another and became, what was considered, a golden couple among other countries again.

But despite all of that, America still didn't feel comfortable around Loki. England soon discovered why. Not only had the God became enthusiastic in improving the UK's economy, but also was very overprotective toward England. The American nation had always been threatened every time he visited his lover. England didn't know what his King had said but it was enough to make one of the world's super powers face pale whenever he met him, so it must be something rather horrific. America was not one to be easily scared... unless he was watching horror movies.

"I think he is using me as a scapegoat to get his revenge on Captain America." America grumbled as England sat in his lap knitting a scarf.

"Don't be ridiculous." The island nation rolled his eyes. "Loki just…ehm…I don't know. But I'm sure he likes you more than you think."

"Yeah, yeah. He must like me very much to want to threaten to throw me out a window like he did with Tony." America mumbled, frowning. "He shouldn't direct his anger at me! I'm America, not Captain America!"

England paused his working and sighed, patting his lover's cheek. "Don't worry, love. It'll be alright soon." He said gently.

"I hope you are right." America sighed, dropping his head on England's shoulder.

The next few days saw a dramatic change in Loki's attitude. At first, England had panicked when he stepped in his office room to find his King sitting by the window giggling to himself. But after seeing Captain America had come to pick Loki up, he finally understood and felt strangely relieved. At least those two made up, so now his relationship with America wouldn't be on the edge of being forbidden anymore.

As time passed by, England started to get used to Steve's usual visits and got to know the man more. He had to admit that Steve made a wonderful partner for Loki and his sanity might be helping to keep his King's sometimes too-genius-that-it-turned-to-mad mind in control. Just in case he had some dangerous ideas like kidnapping other personifications of countries that had dared provoked Great Britain again. As it was France was scared for his life, which England was perfectly fine with.

"So we are good now?" America asked, tilting his head one aside.

"Yes. I think so. Judging from the fact that I accidentally walked in on them when I entered MY office this morning." England grumbled, storming up the stairs with America at his side.

"Well, everyone in the Avengers has at least walked in on us once." America pointed out. "Seriously, they don't even bother to use the rest room on Fridays now- Hey!" The younger nation yelped as England pinched his shoulder.

"Don't remind me of that!" The smaller nation snapped, his face burned with embarrassment.

"It's not my fault that you are really vocal! I think half of SHIELD could here you on those days." America still teased even though he was rubbing his sore shoulder. England had sure put a little more force than necessary into that pinch.

"Oh for God's sake." The Brit rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and get the bloody lovebirds down for dinner, will you?"

They were just outside the door of Loki and Steve's shared room when England paused as he caught a bit of the conversation going on inside.

"You know, you are spending so much time here now we should get you a new name and costume."

"I can't be Captain America anymore?"

"Not unless you are willing to be subjugated," Loki said with a laugh. "I'll sit on the throne with you lounging at my feet."

"Maybe I could be Captain Switzerland? That way I'd always be neutral."

"What about Captain Britain?" Loki asked, excitedly. "You could be Captain Britain!"

"I think that name's already taken."

"Oh, what a shame."

"He wantes to ...what!?" America growled. His eyes wide with horror. "Not a chance in hell."

"Shut up, git!" England hushed. "We are in fact eavesdropping right now! It's not only impolite but also against the law!"

"But that's totally not cool! Besides I don't think they will be coming down any time soon." America grimaced as he heard a moan from the others side of the door.

"Yeah, I think so too." The island nation frowned. A dark blush colored his cheeks and America started shamelessly ogling.

"You look pretty cute when you pout, England." He remarked. He stepped forward, throwing the other man over his board shoulder.

"Wha- What are you doing, git? Let me go at once!" England yelped, trying to squirm out of his lover's strong grip but found himself trapped.

"Ahhh but my hero and your King are having fun, so it's fair that we can have some too, eh?" America laughed cheerfully, walking away. "A closet would do it."

"Are you crazy? is waiting!"

"I remember she said we didn't need to feel rushed. I take what she says literally, you know." America said in a sing song voice.

"Wait! Wait! America!" England shrieked.

Downstairs Frigga smiled to herself. "My, I should go outside to get some fresh air with Sleipnir. I don't really like noises." The Goddness chuckled lightly before she got up and left.

~End~

AN: I still have a lot of ideas to this but I think it's enough now :3 I hope you all like it :D

Special thanks to PixieDust291 for helping me beta and Lula Madison for giving me permission to write this.

Reviews would be lovely.

See you next time in my up-coming Gami!AU USUK fanfic XD

~Albi~