Well hello there~ hon ho hon!

*gets smacked by table*

Out of my textbox, france!

Ehem.. welcome to my new story =3 A story I came up with, after dreaming of England as a knight (god knows why that happened ._.)

This story contains blood, violence, foul language and maybe core at some point, who knows~ Just saying…

I really try to keep updating this story because I LOVE the story from king Arthur! ^^ There ones was a cartoon movie about the sword, but I forgot its name (damnit brain WHYY!) and I loved it so much! This movie also inspired me to write this. I can totally see Morgan le fay as a sadistic Bitc-aaaah witch and I love writing sadistic people. It makes me happy somehow *grins* I really hope that I finally got NO English-failures in this text and I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

Also I would love to see some reviews =3 It broke my heart that no one liked my KH-related story I started or maybe the audience there is not very talkative? O_o

Enjoy~

There are many myths all around the world. But one myth is the most known in all history.

The Legend of the sword in the stone.

Excalibur, a sword with unlimited cutting power and inflected with pure magic, protecting its wielder from harm. Everyone knows the story of King Arthur. A man that ruled his kingdom with wisdom, power, glory and righteousness. But when there is power, someone will always try to steal it from its owner.

A powerful sorceress, Morgan le Fay, wanted the sword for its own and the throne. But Arthur fought her in battle, sealing her away to prevent her to harm his people every again. The King was victorious, but badly injured in that fight. He took the sword with him, as he sailed to Avalon to heal, promising his people to return one day….

No one knew, that the king never left it's kingdom completely, watching over it for centuries and centuries…

"England..? England! Hey, are you listening?!"

Someone started flicking in front of England's face to get him back to reality. The blond blinked for a few seconds. Then he looked up, meeting the blue eyes of a certain nation that moved an eyebrow up out of irritation.

"Hey, dude! The meeting is over! Why are you still sitting there, starring into empty space?"

"Ah.. eh… Pardon me."

The brit shook his head and moved a hand through his messy hair.

"Dude, that's totally not like you. You've been quite all day! I mean I don't mind you not barking at me, when I'm doing my heroic speech, but are ya getting sick or somethin'?"

Birtain scowled at him in disapproval.

"No I'm perfectly fine. Now bugger off. I need to head home, to get back to my daily schedules."

He grabbed the others face and pushed him back. Then he stood up from his chair and swept away the invisible dust on his clothes, fixing his uniform with his hands and grapping the papers on the desk in front of him.

America recovered from the 'attack' in the meantime, placing his hands on his hips and puffing up his cheeks a bit.

"Pff, no need to get so defensive, man. I was just messing with ya."

The American stretched his arms, yawning loudly as he watched the other packing his things. The younger nation started to grin suddenly, moving to his ex-brother and placing an arm around his neck. England blinked in surprise, almost letting go of his suitcase.

"Hey, dude! You are working to much, you know? And old man like you should take it easy sometimes."

This made the blond growl quietly. He grabbed America's hand and shoved it of his shoulder.

"I am not old, you git. And work is important. You should take it more seriously and stop playing those video games all day! Leading a nation is serious business!"

America moved his hands up in the air, stepping back.

"Woah! Chill, man. I know that and I am doing my job, but I take some breaks, except for you. Maybe that's why I'm still energetic and not a boring and grumpy guy like you~"

America started to laugh and England just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Bloody hell, America.", he hissed and picked up his suitcase.

"Why even bother telling you those things over and over again, when you don't listen to what I tell you."

No America rolled his eyes, giving a long sigh.

"Well Duh? I'm no longer your colony, so I don't give a fuck what you say?"

England gave a long sigh and moved to the big wooden door at the end of the room.

"Yeah I can see that.", he grumbled.

"I really wonder where all lectures about respect went, 300 years ago."

He moved his hand to open the door, when a sudden pain struck him. His eyes widened in shock, as he located the spot the pain was coming from. It was his right chest-arear. A short and pained moan escaped his lips as he let go of the object in his right hand, letting the suitcase crash on the floor. He grabbed the hurting place with his left hand, clutching into the fabric of his uniform, while using the door as support with his other hand. Images flashed threw his mind.

He was standing on a wide field of grass, dark clouds covering the sky. He looked much younger. His appearance was like the one of a 18 year-old teen. His whole body was covered in metal-parts, a strong armor with some ornaments on it. His cape fluttered in the wind and his one glove was clutching on the handle of a sharp and beautiful sword. Sweat and blood dropped from his face, as he watched a woman in front of him moving her hands with elegance, a dark and mystic symbol forming under her body. Dark creatures ascended out of the darkness around him. She started speaking in old-English.

"King Arthur… I waited so long for this moment! Your Kingdom will be MINE after this day!"

She laughed sadistically, moving her fingers a bit to pull the magic strings she had formed between her and those monsters she summoned.

They roared, jumping up in the air, ready to slice the knight in pieces with their claws. Arthur whispered some words, tipping one finger on his magic sword. Immediately the blade started to glow in a bright blue, as he strikes with his weapon, slicing those creatures into pieces. Their black blood splattered on his armor, but he didn't care about it. He started to sprint, getting ready to strike again, but this time his target was set on the magician a few meters away from him.

"MORGAN!"

The witches lips curled up into a big grin as she moved her fingers in the air. A lightning bolt struck her fingers, making them spark with energy. She moved her hand directly in young England's direction, releasing all the power directly on him. The lightning hit him with full force, moving over all the metal on his body, striking his skin. He screamed, stumbling over his own feat and shortly after that his body made contact with the grass on the hard ground. He lost the grip on his sword and it fell right next to him.

Morgan laughed in amusement.

"Oh my! What a golden voice you have, boy. I love to hear you scream."

She moved closer now, her long dress dragged a little over the ground, but it didn't bother her. She moved a hand through her raven-black hair, her eyes looking down on the knight in front of her.

"You are soooo… persistent.", she mused, kneeling down to the paralyzed knight. She moved her soft hand over his golden locks, watching how his body twitched from the electricity that hit him.

"I knew you are not a normal human, Arthur. No one would still be alive after that attack. You are a true mystery to me.."

Her dark eyes now moved to the blade. She moved her hand to grab its handle, but the second she touched it, a surge of energy hit her, making her shriek loudly. She moved back, holding her hand. A small hiss escaped her mouth and she turned back to the knight.

"That damn sword… It is still attached to you, isn't it? Well in that case…"

She started whispering words, holding her hands up into the sky.

"I will SHATTER the bond you share, by shattering YOUR body into pieces!"

Athur finally recovered from the attack, his whole body in pain from the strike, but he saw what Morgan was trying to do. She summoned strong magic… He needed to stop her now! He moved his hand and grabbed the handle of his weapon, slowly pulling it to him.

Morgan's spell was now reaching a new level of energy, her whole body getting covered with flashed of power. Whatever she was about do to, it would mostly be something very strong. Maybe strong enough to eliminate Arthur and he knew that… he was not a just a king, but an island as well, so destroying him was a very delicate matter. How every, he was not dealing with a normal woman as well, so the chance of her actually being able to 'shatter' his body was not out of question.

He remembered something that Merlin had taught him not long ago. Something that could save his life. There was one spell, he could always perform without difficulty. He closed his eyes and moved up his hand. Morgan saw it, but she was to late to stop him. A bright flash of light formed in England's hand, almost blinding Morgan le Fay with its brightness. She screamed and shielded her eyes with her hands, letting go of all magic she had gathered and all concentration vanished into thin air. Now was his chance! Arthur moved to his feet, grapping his weapon and pushed the blade into the woman's stomach. She screamed, blood pouring out of the wound.

"This ends today, Morgan!", Arthur screamed and slammed her away with one foot. The weapon slid out of her body with a smooth movement and she fell to the floor, her hands clutching the bleeding hole in her body. Pain was marking her face and Arthur moved up his sword, ready to slice her in half but.. the tension in his face faltered and he slowly lowered his weapon again, looking down at her with a sad expression on his face.

"Morgan.. It does not have to end this way.. I don't know why you turned on me, but.. Please give up your craving for power. Your magic could be used for good. For the people."

He placed a hand on his chest as he watched the woman's sparkling eyes. The anger and sadism vanished and an almost sad look formed on her face.

"Oh.. Arthur… you are so kind.."

But that sad look got replaced by something evil. Something cruel and uncaring.

"You fool… Mordred!"

Arthurs eyes widened in realization now. He felt a presence behind him and tried to turn around, but it was to late. A sharp object made contact with his back with full force, piercing through his armor and into his skin. It moved all the way through his flesh and through his chest, coming out of his body again so that the bloody blade could be seen.… He wanted to scream, but no sound escaped his mouth, maybe because of the shock. He started to stumble, moving to the right as he grabbed the blade piecing out of the area right next to where his heart was located. His green eyes focused on the man that was standing behind him now. It was Morgan's nephew Mordred…

"M..mor..dred…", he breathed, feeling the taste of blood forming in his mouth.

"H…how…-"

"How I am here? Well, your knights tried to fend me off, but it seems like you didn't train them well enough."

He stumbled back a few more steps, but didn't let his grip on the blade loosen. He would not accept defeat. Morgan moved up to her feet again, almost ignoring the bleeding wound on her body.

"Let's end this.. King Arthur. Your men are no longer able to fight and you are on the brink of death."

Arthur shook his head, breathing harshly as blood trailed down his mouth.

"No.. Morgan… I thought.. I thought.. there was still… still something good in you…"

He shook his head and a small smile formed on his lips now, giving a strange contrast to the sad and pained look on his face.

"You leave me… no choice…"

He grabbed his sword with both hands and slammed it down in the ground, kneeling in front of it now. He started to scream something in a language even Morgan could not understand. Shortly after that a magic circle started to glow under Morgan's feet. She jumped back in surprise, trying to run, but she smashed directly into some kind of force field, that kept her in place.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", she screamed loudly, trying to summon he magic, but nothing happened. Like all the power was cut of from her.

"Nephew! Do something!", she shrieked loudly at the young man, completely clueless standing a few meters away. He nodded and pulled out his sword. He moved to England, ready to slice his head from the young man's shoulders, as the island opened its eyes that were glowing with magic now. He stood up again, not bothering the spear in his body and focused his gaze on the man with the blade. Mordred couldn't stop the attack anymore. His blade didn't make contact with England, but with a shield instead, but it didn't push him away. The shield's energy grabbed the weapon with tendrils made of light that crawled up to the others arm. He started to scream and tried to move his arm away, but it was no use. The tendrils curled around his whole body and lifted him into the air.

"May God have mercy on your soul.", Arthur said with a strange tone in his voice. The tendrils smashed the boy on the ground and threw him into the air, right inside the forest were he made contact with a tree. A short sickening crack and the boy's body fell limp to the ground, his neck no longer at the right place.

Arthur moved his gaze back to Morgan know, his flickering eyes watching her every move.

"Morgan le Fay. I will no longer judge you as a king.. but as a country. I will banish you into the abyss, so you will never be able to hurt someone again. Your soul shall be judged!"

A dark hole opened under Morgan's feet, slowly sucking her into the ground. She started to scream and punched at the barrier in front of her.

"Mark my words, Arthur! I will get that sword and your life and if it is the last thing I'll do! This is not over.. THIS IS NOT OVER! Your kingdom shall be MINE! The whole WORLD shall be MINE!", she screamed, a sick laugh escaping her mouth as the last bit of his body disappeared in the darkness. Shortly after that, the magic circle disappeared and the power on England's body did the same. He stood for there a moment, silence filling the air around him now. It was over… Shortly after that, his body lost every power to stand and he collapsed to the ground. A pool of blood formed under him in a matter of seconds and his vision started to blur away slowly. It was over…

"…and…"

"…gland…"

"ENGLAND!"

England slowly opened his eyes. He still felt the pain in his chest, like the spear was still stuck there, but he was no longer on a battle field. He saw the ceiling of the meeting room, but it was all blurry and unclear. So were the faces of two persons, which looked down on him.

"Dude, can you hear me?!"

"Please, give him some space, America-san."

America…? Japan…?

He blinked a few times, the blur slowly fading away and his vision got clearer. He was lying on the floor how it seemed, Japan and America looking down at him with worry and for America's side with confusion.

"Dude, what the hell happened? You just collapsed, man!"

"W..w..what..?", he whispered, trying to move his body, but the pain in his chest was to much for him at the moment. He only moved a few inches and it made him moan in pain. Japan placed a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving anymore.

"Don't, England-san. You shouldn't move until you feel better."

"I'm.. fine… bloody hell.. Japan, if you would be so kind..?"

Japan understood and gave a small nod. He grabbed England's Arm and helped him to sit up again. America just watched, still looking really confused.

"So you lied to me back there, Iggy! You said you weren't sick. Not cool, Man."

"I didn't lie to you, America. I'm not sick. I .. just…"

The English nation shook it's head as to try to clear his mind. Why did he feel the wound from that time, now? And why did his mind show him that scene again? Something was not right…

Japan seemed to sense that something was wrong with the brit. He moved his gaze up to America.

"America-san, I will take England home now. He should get some time to rest after what happened."

"B-but I-"

"Japan is right. I.. it will be better if I get home as soon as possible."

Japan supported England as he stood up with him, America's mouth still wide open.

"A-ah! Japan, I can take him home you know? I'm the hero after all!"

"No, America.. it's alright… and no one will be escorting me home anyway."

England finally got back to his feet, stumbling for a brief moment as Japan let go of him. The nation wanted to support him, but England just moved up his hand, giving Japan a signal not to help him.

"Thanks for your help, Japan, but I can take care of myself now."

"Are you sure? You seem to be in pain, England-san. I can help-"

"No, it's fine, really. But thank you for your assistance."

He picked up his suitcase and gave a small huff as he pulled it up into the air. He moved to the door, using the table as support for a moment, but gave a small glance to the two nations behind him.

"Don't worry about me."

"Pfff like I would have to.", America gave as response, kind of offended. Japan bowed down, giving him a farewell on Japanese as England left the big meeting-room and moved to the exit.

Japan simply watched how England disappeared in the hallway. He frowned.

Strange… something is not right.. I can feel it…