The axis powers and America were spread out on Germany's front lawn with a multitude of food around them.

It was three years after America had attempted to take his life, and the axis had taught him so much and helped him grow. He was not the worlds punching bag anymore, and loved himself and his new best friends.

"Hey guys I'm going to to the bathroom," America called out, running inside Germany's house.

He was in the very same bathroom as all those years ago. How ironic. He chuckled.

America looked in the mirror at himself. No longer did he see a fat, disgusting, worthless, pig, but instead a happy, free, and beautiful nation.

America stared at himself for a while, then with a giggle and a real, bright grin, he told himself the words that his most important friends taught him. Because Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the U.S.A., deserved everything and more.

"Smile, hero!"

~The End (again)~

Btw: I actually love France. And all of the allies actually. I just had to make them bUtTS for this story lol.