Just so you know, not I didn't mess up with the beginning, yes I did copy and paste the beginning of last chapter to this. Why? Cause I couldn't decide which ending I liked more. But this one is the happy one i promised. Hope you guys like :D

It seemed old age had not slowed him down. Russia watched as the English man ran to and fro, collecting things for the spell. It would have been amusing had it not been a race against time. He would move out of the way as the man came running past him, panting, skin slightly glistening in the candle light with a thin coat of sweat. On his face a look of determination that almost matched America's when he would get one of his crazy ideas.

"So that's where he got it from."

"Sorry what's that?"

Ivan looked over to where his Ally was. He was bent over a chest, head never rising to look at the Russian man standing by his former colony.

"Nothing. I was merely talking to myself, da."

England only grunted, still rummaging through the chest, until he made discovered whatever it is he was looking for. Making some noise of triumph holding up a bottle of some weird glowing liquid, looking over at the Russian with a satisfied look on his face. However his face fell when his eyes fell on the American. Alfred was still out cold, and they had to figure something out now.

"We've only 8 minutes or less… Ivan is there any way you can take him? We have to resurrect Matthew before the sunsets completely over there. "

"нет. Like you I cannot unless he is awake."

The looked glumly at the man lying on the floor as a shiver ran down both of their spines. If he was covered in blood…. England shook his head fiercely, attempting to get the thought out of his head. Russia only shut his eyes briefly. He walked over to the other nation and lifted him up bridal style.

"Where are you going?"

"It would be rude to leave him here on the cold floor, da? I will move him upstairs where he will be more comfy."

"Alright, but hurry please! We're down to 7 minutes!"

The summer sunset engulfed the house in hues of pinks and reds making the white walls look as if they were drenched with blood. It seemed as if whatever Gods were up there were either against them, or were just very entertained with the Frenchman and Prussian's suffering. Patience was also beginning to run thin within the albino. The red hues also made the whites of his eyes a shade lighter than his iris along with his hair. Everything about the man was red from the light as well as the anger bubbling up inside him again. Prussian held his knees close to his chest. He felt weak, and dammit he hated feeling weak! It was too un-awesome for him! It wouldn't have been so bad if there was something he could do, but to sit here on the floor with France, who was staring off into space after his tears had all dried up, and with the body of his friend only a couple of feet from him, it just wasn't right! He bit back a growl that threating to escape his clenched teeth and buried his head into his arms, hoping to forget the world around him. As he shifted he heard the small package he had been keeping in his pocket fall onto the floor, the wrapping paper cushioning its fall. He lifted his head and stared at the tin, horribly wrapped and ironically red wrapping paper. It caught the fading light just right and it seemed to glare into his equally red eyes, directly into his soul. Why in the hell had he picked red wrapping paper? Oh yea, cause of Matthew, it was one of the colours on his flag. His rage could no longer be contained inside him. He snatched up the mocking gift and threw it as hard as he could at the wall in front of him.

"Fuck you! You piece of shit!"

France jumped at the sound of the ex-nation's sudden scream. He watched as his friend threw something red at the wall as if both had insulted him. He could only sit there and watch as Prussia ran over to said wall and begin to punch it with all his strength, which was a lot. He watched as his fist went through the wall over and over again, screaming in German and watch as the tears slide down his face. It was almost as if watching a horror movie. As Prussia took his rage out on the offending wall, it looked as if he was crying blood.

Suddenly the light around them turned into an icy blue, and a chilling wind blew through the foyer, making the light swirl and take on the appearance of snow. The Prussian ceased his beating of the poor wall, which looked as if it was about to crumble at any time now, and shielded his eyes from the bright light. The Frenchman did the same, burying his head into his knees, arms wrapped around his self in attempt to keep the chilly wind away.

"Fuck! There isn't much time! Hurry Ivan! Help me with Matthew!"

Both France and Prussia looked up at the familiar sound of England's voice. He was already kneeling over the Canadian's body, lifting his arms as the Russian grabbed his feet. Confusion equally played across the old friend's faces as they watched Russia simply pick up Canada running past them, his normal smile no longer on his child-like face. They followed him, as he into the kitchen, out the French doors into Matthews brick patio where England was already there drawing something onto it with chalk. Around him were odd black bottles with labels written in a language neither of them knew.

"Place him in the center, quickly! We're running out of time! The sun is almost gone!"

"What happens when the sunsets?"

Both Prussia and France asked at the same time, both taking on the panicky tone their English friend had just voiced. He didn't look up nor answer as he began to grab the jars, and place the objects inside around Matthew's body.

"If the sunsets before England can finish the spell, we lose Matthew forever."

The Russian replied bluntly and gloomily. He turned his back away from the other two as they unconsciously began to shout sometime of cusses in their native tongue. Time was defiantly against them, he thought to his self as he watched as the first stars began to twinkle in the purple blotches of the sky. The tree line in front of him seem to bleed as he watch the red light fade away. He closed his eyes as he heard Arthur speaking in Gaelic as the red light turned into a ghastly green.

The first thing America noticed as he came out of the darkness was the pounding in his head and how it screamed at him as he sat up. Letting out a soft groan of pain he began to take in his surroundings. He was in England's living room, that much he knew, but how did he get here, and who the hell was whispering? Last thing he knew he was in the basement looking for the book to… the American shot to his feet much to his head's disapproval, the sudden movement caused his vision to swim and for him to sway on his feet, but a quick shake of the head got rid of the feeling. He ran to where he thought the voices were coming from. Did they bring Matthew back? Hope filled his heart like helium in a balloon. It was England it had to have worked he told himself.

"England! Did it work?"

His voice echoing through the house as he almost kicked open the kitchen door. A giant smile on his face and hope in his voice as he entered the room. His heart felt as if it had exploded as tears immediately poured from his baby blues.

As the light faded away, the nation's held their breaths, staring at the body that was once Canada. The summer sun had said goodnight as the moon said good morning, a new light bathing them in her silvery blue glow. Four pairs of eyes searching for any signs of life as the full moon made her climb into the heavens. As the clock ticked it seemed as if the higher ups were not on their side today. They had failed, they were too late.

Someone took a quick inhale and began to cough. All eyes shot back to the Canadian, who was shaking and shivering, looking around confused. All the sudden four bodies attached their selves to his person, four voices exclaiming in his ear in four differently languages. The just resurrected Canadian let out a shout of surprise and shock and began to push them away. They backed off confused as to what was happening.

" Pourquoi suis-je vivant?"

"L'Angleterre vous a ramené ma douce Matthieu. N'est-ce pas merveilleux?"

Canada just gaped at his both his former guardians in disbelief. If they brought him back does that mean they really loved him, or only felt guilty? As much as he wanted to believe to first thought the maple syrup lover had a feeling it was the guilt. He was about to voice the opinion when slender bout strong arms snaked their way around his waist. He felt himself being lifted and a warm chest on his back as the world around him spun. Once his feet were planted firmly on the ground, and everything stopped spinning the first thing he saw was red. Red eyes to be exact and tears of happiness flowing freely from them. Violet eyes widen in surprise, never in a million years did he ever think he'd see the Prussian cry, and never so freely! He let the arms envelope him in a warm and loving embrace. All doubts leaving his mind as he saw the faces around him filled with joy.

So when his brother tackled him to the floor he was prepared for it, arms opened wide just in time to catch the moving landmass. Kisses and tears peppered his face. Shock ran through him, but it just made his smile grow wider. Never in his life had he felt so loved. In his ear he heard his brother's voice waver as he alternated between apologizing and saying how much he loved him. Tears stung his eyes as he whispered back how he was sorry and how much he loved America as well, but for his brother to get off him because he couldn't breathe. The younger one chuckled as he rolled off his brother. The other nations in the kitchen began to laugh as well, soon they all busted into hysterics holding their sides, all on the floor as their laughter rang through the house. Even Russia was laughing quietly, and not in a creepy way!

They all lay where they were, catching their breathes. A few chuckles bubbled out; threatening to begin the laughing marathon again. America held Canada's as he gave his brother his famous goofy smile, showing all his teeth. He leaned over and kissed his brother on the nose, resting their foreheads together.

"Welcome home Mattie. Happy Birthday."

Canada giggled to his self as he inspected the damages of h

is house. America was snuggling up to Russia on the sofa, both asleep. England and France passed out on the floor, England clutching a bottle of rum he had found. Beer cans and wine bottles where everywhere along with a couple of vodka bottles. The kitchen was a mess and part of the wall was burnt from where England had tried to cook him something, then went off to sulk as he and France literally shoved him out of the kitchen. Dishes filled his sink, but he could get the tomorrow.

He caught a glimpse of silver hair through the French doors. The warm summer night air greeted him as the opened the doors and quietly shut them behind him. The former nation didn't turn to look at him. His eyes on the chalk scribbles on the patio.

"I was scared when I found you."

"I know I'm so-"

"Don't apologize Birdie. It's us that should be."

He turned to face the Canadian, giving him a sweet smile. It made him look young and almost innocent. A light blush dusted across the younger nation's cheeks as he dropped the Prussian gaze. He didn't hear him get closer, but he felt his chin being cupped and gently lifting his head to look into crimson eyes. In his other hand he held up a small box with wrapping paper that matched the albino's eyes. Timidly he took the gift, and after seeing the nod from the other, he slowly unwrapped it. When he opened the box, a small gasp escaped his lips. In the moon light and iron cross necklace gleamed.

"I don't know if you feel the same but…"

Canada looked up at Prussia. He was scratching the back of his head, all the sudden interested in something to the side, and his face was as red as the maple leaf he took such great pride in. Once again he felt tears of joy as he entwined his fingers around Prussia's neck. Crimson eyes widen in shock, and his mouth hung open a little. It was quickly replaced with a smile as soft lips gently pressed against his. It was a simple loving kiss, and it made the ex -nation's heart want to beat out of his chest. He pulled back resting his forehead on his new lovers, eyes still closed, noses rubbing against each other slowly.

"Bien sûr. Je t'aime"

"Ich liebe dich auch"

All your faults is offically over! I hope you guys liked this story! It was my 1st non-oneshot :D I will now be working on Berlin wall, like I've been promising. But I'll start on that tomorrow. Thank you guys for reading this! Leave a review on which ending you liked more ^_^ Thanks! ~3