Alfred slowly woke up, feeling a slight headache as he blurrily looked around where he was. He half expected himself to be in the meeting room, but this room was smaller. Maybe they brought him back to America's house and he was just in his room… He looked around at some of the furniture around the room and found it extremely familiar.

Quickly, he sat upright and looked harder at the things lining the room. His desk, his dresser, his closet…his bed!

Alfred immediately sprung out of his bed and walked over to his desk. Sure enough, the phone he remembered being his was right there with his glasses. He quickly shoved them over his face and looked at his phone. Definitely his, with his alarm set to go off in an hour.

"I'm back…?" Alfred almost couldn't believe it. He was back! He let out a laugh and bolted out of his room, storming into Matthew's to pounce onto his bed. "Mattie!"

"Jeez, Al, I still have some time to sleep," Matthew grumbled underneath him.

"Mattie! I'm back!" Alfred cried happily. It seemed as though Matthew didn't even miss him…Was it all just a dream or something?

"Yeah, that's great," Matthew muttered and made a move to try to turn over, but his eyes quickly snapped open. "Wait, Al?"

"Yup," Alfred feverishly nodded his head.

"Y-You're back?" Matthew gaped at him.

"Hecks yeah, dude!" Alfred cheered happily and Matthew immediately sat up to give him a hug. Then he quickly pulled back and punched Alfred right in the shoulder. Definitely different from Canada.

"Don't scare me like that again!" Matthew snapped at him.

"What did I do?" Alfred laughed.

"You got shot," Matthew punched him once again.

"So America could feel it?" Alfred muttered. "Cool, dude!"

"You don't even care that you got shot?" Matthew asked.

"Old news," Alfred said with a wave of his hand. "That was, like, two days ago now I think."

"You're an idiot," Matthew rolled his eyes and Alfred felt his eyes widen.

"Arthur!" Alfred immediately stood up from the bed and bolted out of his brother's room and down the stairs. He didn't care that he didn't have any shoes on and he was pretty much just in his boxers, he was going to see Arthur. He was just a couple blocks away, he could run that easy. So, ignoring his step-brother yelling at him to wait, Alfred flew the door open and started running. There was a little sunlight, but other than that the street was simply lighted by light posts.

Alfred was pretty sure he scraped his feet a few times, but he finally managed to skirt his way to a stop in front of Arthur's house and quickly made his way up to the door. Finally, he managed to get a look down at himself and did a quick mental check. Arthur said that his parents usually worked nights, so they were probably asleep by now. And his brothers never woke up early, so that meant Arthur was the only one awake. Alfred knew he would be awake early, probably reading or something.

So Alfred simply knocked on the door, hoping for the best. Before long, Arthur did open the door, and he seemed more irritated than anything. When he saw Alfred, though, his expression turned to confused.

"Artie!" Alfred immediately wrapped him in a tight hug and lifted Arthur off his feet, spinning him around once before setting him back down. And before Arthur could even try to move, Alfred pulled him into a kiss that Arthur eventually returned. Alfred felt like it could have lasted forever and he would have been perfectly happy, but he eventually had to pull back for this pesky thing called air.

"I take it that means you're back, Alfred?" Arthur panted, looking up at him with those adorable emerald eyes.

"Yup," Alfred grinned, kissing Arthur's forehead.

"You're missing a few articles of clothing, love," Arthur chuckled, shaking his head and Alfred could see him blushing as he looked away.

"I thought you would be happy to see my sexy body," Alfred laughed, pulling Arthur into another hug. He had to admit, he really did miss Arthur a lot. All of those nations were all serious business and no fun and he was just happy to have his old life back. It was good to know that he wasn't going to be stuck as America for the rest of his life.

"I'm quite sure my neighborhood will not be happy to see it, though," Arthur sighed.

"Their loss," Alfred shrugged and Arthur finally pulled away, the blush even more present on his cheeks.

"Do your parents even know you're here?" Arthur asked.

"Probably not," Alfred shrugged.

"Lovely," Arthur sighed, shaking his head.

"So, you gotta tell me what I missed while I was gone," Alfred said excitedly.

"Nothing too bad," Arthur chuckled. "The other you didn't mess up anything too bad for you, though I'm sure it got close. You also missed that damn carnival you were so excited about."

"Aw," Alfred deflated slightly. "How did our booth do?"

"It was fine," Arthur laughed. "It did better than the Trio's kissing booth."

"Well, duh," Alfred laughed. "Aren't two of them already dating people? And then Toni has that thing with Lovi…"

"Good to see you haven't changed, love," Arthur shook his head. "I should get you home before you catch a cold, though."

"I've never had a cold in my life," Alfred said proudly.

"Kiku was right then," Arthur quickly went inside, apparently to get the keys to his car, which was parked in the street.

"What was he right about?" Alfred asked once he came back out, following him to his car.

"Fools can't catch a cold," Arthur smirked, getting into his car.

"Hey!" Alfred whined, climbing in as well. "I'm not a fool!"

"Yes, you are," Arthur laughed. "You ran all the way to my house in your boxers."

"Fine," Alfred submitted, leaning back in his chair. "But I'm your fool."

"Yes, yes you are," Arthur shook his head and began driving Alfred home.

"I think he is waking up."

"What did you even do to him, Brows?"

"I did nothing! He just passed out!"

"Maybe it was what happened with Germany…"

"My head hurts," America grumbled, alerting the people around him that he actually was waking up. They all sounded like the countries he knew and loved, but he knew better than to think that. He was with the humans now.

"Are you alright?" Matthew asked him and America's eyes slowly centered on him. He seemed a bit different than the way he left him, though.

"Mattie?" America asked.

"No, Alfred, it's Canada," Matthew…no, Canada shook his head.

"Canada?" America immediately bolted upright and looked over Canada. He was wearing the uniform and everything and his polar bear was sitting happily beside him. "Bro!" America wrapped him in a hug. "I missed you!"

"America?" Canada asked.

"He's America again?" Italy asked behind them.

"We need more brother time, you know that?" America laughed, pulling back to get a good look at his nation brother. "Let's play hockey or something, alright?"

"Sure," Canada nodded slowly.

"America's back?" England's voice demanded and America looked up (apparently he was on the floor, he didn't notice that before) around at the nations surrounding him for him. When he couldn't find him, he stood up and could see England with a few other countries on the outskirts of the group.

"England! Dude!" America shouted to him and forced his way through the crowd, none of them really mattered at this point, and went up to England. "Missed ya, bro!"

"Didn't you have that Arthur kid there with you?" England raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah, but he's not you," America smiled. "So, uh, I've got something to ask you that I've been meaning to ask for a while."

"As do I," England smirked, like he already knew what America was gonna say.

"You do?" America asked, figuring he was just used to the shy, human Arthur and not the apparently bolder England. "Uh, so what now?"

"You're hopeless," England chuckled and quickly gripped onto the back of America's head and pulled him into a kiss. America's eyes widened for only a fraction of a second before he kissed back happily, using his own hands to hold onto England's head.

It was easy to ignore the gasping nations around them and even the wolf whistle and Prussia yelling at them to "Get some!" In all honesty, America had never thought that the moment would come that he could finally kiss his crush, but now he was doing it and he felt like the happiest guy on the planet. He finally got his England. (So suck that, Alfred!)

"Seems Alfred wasn't wrong," England smirked once they finally pulled apart.

"About what?" America asked.

"That you liked me but you were too stupid to be able to tell that I liked you back," England chuckled.

"Hey," America whined.

"Was he wrong?" England raised an eyebrow.

"Well, no, but…" America muttered. "I don't think stupid is the right word… You couldn't tell I liked you either! So that makes you stupid, too!"

"Whatever you say, love," England chuckled and finally stepped back, allowing America to see that a couple other countries wanted to talk to him.

"Hey, dudes," America rubbed the back of his head. "You all miss me?"

"I was beginning to like Alfred," Russia smirked. "Shame to see him leave, da?"

"Hey, I loved the way the kid dealt with West," Prussia laughed.

"Oh, right, Germany," America stated. "What happened, exactly? I'm pretty sure I felt myself get shot in the shoulder."

"I would like to apologize for the way I acted," Germany stated. He was one of the countries outside of the main group closest to America. "I was not myself."

"I totally called it, too," America laughed. "You're all cool now, though, right? So that means we're good! What did Alfred do, exactly?"

"He punched Germany square in the face," England chuckled.

"I'm really starting to like this kid," America couldn't stop himself from laughing. "I totally wish I was there to see that!"

"He was pretty stupid, though," France sighed. "He had a gun pointed at him several times."

"But we're still alive, so that's a bonus," America gave him a thumbs up. "The kid got to be a badass and stay alive. Only the hero can pull that off."

"The way you put it, there's only one hero," England commented. "So does this mean Alfred is the hero, not you?"

"Hey, I never said that!" America whined. "Come to think of it, though, he has been a lot better with life than I have… Nah, I'm still better!"

"Having competitions with yourself now?" England laughed.

"Well, chances are, I'll never go head to head with him," America shrugged. "So he's not too big of a threat to me."

"He put some pretty smooth moves on England for ya," Prussia teased. "They were cuddling overnight and everything."

"He did what?" America's smile fell slightly. So America put boundaries on himself around Arthur, but Alfred just did whatever he wanted around England? How was that fair?

"I'm sure he was just used to being around Arthur," England sighed.

"Yeah, I guess," America muttered and turned back to Prussia. Was it possible that Prussia and Canada could like each other like Matthew and Gilbert did? Could be… though they've never really shown any interest in each other…

"So, how was life in teen world?" Prussia cackled. "Horrible and hormoney, I assume?"

"There are a bunch of annoying cheerleaders," America rolled his eyes. "Other than that, it's not too bad…"

"Alfred told us a lot about his world," Italy said excitedly. "It sounds like it should be fun."

"You wanna go through high school, be my guest," America groaned. "That's probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my entire life!"

"I'd imagine, with your brain capacity," England snickered.

"Hey!" America snapped at him. "I thought you would be nicer to me now!"

"What on Earth gave you that idea?" England raised an eyebrow.

"The fact that we're kind of boyfriends now, or whatever?" America asked.

"That only means I can do things like that to you more, love," England grinned.

"Well, it also means I can do this," America grinned and pounced on England, successfully forcing him to the ground and pinning him down.

"Bloody hell, America!" England snapped. "You just about knocked the wind out of me!"

"Good," America smiled and gave England a quick peck on the lips. "Means you won't get away."

"You are an idiot," England rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot," America laughed.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Yeah, I've never been good at writing resounding endings and are profound and stuff... I hope this will suffice! I've had a lot of fun writing this story over the past 16 weeks (for freaking months, dudes!) and I hope you guys did too!

You know what I love about Alfred? He wakes up from being in another world where he almost died several times. So he immediately gets up and finds his brother and boyfriend. Parents? Ah, forget them. America just has everyone he needs to find in the same room, so it's all good.

Anywho, I love you all and thank you for supporting me in this story! Be sure to check out my other stories; Heartless (USUK) and my newest one, Lost Diamond (PruCan).

Thanks again!

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