Chapter 2

When I woke up I was in a room that I remember well. It was my room, or at least it used to be. It was obvious I was back at England's place. I felt changed, different, my head pain was gone, and I felt an odd feeling of renewal, like I was reborn or something.

She giggled. I hadn't seen her sitting there

"My child, you are new, you are different. My dearest America, I have recreated you, I have returned to you the rightful power you were born with, the power that that English bastard wasted after stealing you, my Little America." She patted my hair. "I'm so glad to have you back now," she smiled, hugging me. I looked at her. It had been so long since I've had her warm arms around me. My mother, the women that was once the Great Native Americas, I loved her but I barely knew her, I was barely a child when England had invaded with other countries like France, Spain, Finland and the Netherlands. I only know this because England told me about it, only he had it in more of a positive light

He would tell me that he found me and raised me to be the smart, strong nation I am today. It was new to have someone say I was stolen, but then again she was my mother, it makes sense that she would have wanted to raise me herself.

"Native-" I started to say before she cut me off.

"Please, you are my son; call my Mother, or Mother America, which every you prefer. You used to call me mommy when you were little, if you'd like you could call me that as well." She smile

"Well, mother, I have no idea what you are talking about? What power, I'm just as strong as I was back then, if not stronger? And for the record Britain really isn't that bad, he can be mean at times, but it's those insults that let you know he really loves you." I smiled. I knew as of right now Mother really didn't like England, but maybe with a little help they could get along.

When my words fully processed she looked at me as if I had slapped her in the face.

"My son," she said, "He has brainwashed you more than I thought!" She took a step back to look me over. You may think you are strong but you don't know the power you possess, not just physical strength but something more, why if the other nations knew of your true power, the power I have left for you, they would run and hide with fear."

"Well I don't want them to run and hide from me, some of them are actually my friends, and that seems more like the villain role, and I'm the hero," I said. Well maybe not all of it was a façade, sometimes it's actually nice to think that people need my help to save them.

Her face turned angry and she shook her head.

"No no no no no! This is wrong! You're not acting like my son at all! These evil disgusting bastards not only killed me, but raided me as well, and you call them your friends? You let them live with those pathetic smiles on their faces? Have you no pride and faith in your blood? Can you not hear the sad screams of our people as they were either killed or forced to give up their heritage? Are you not feeling? Can you feel the sadness or the pain you sisters had as they were killed, little Maya and Aztec, even Navaho? Or are you like them, happy disgusting smug murders and thieves?"

I stared back at her.

"They killed my sisters?" I asked shocked.

"Yes they killed many of your sisters and brother, some are still alive, like Mexico and Ecuador, but they are not the children I bore. They have changed so much, it is as if the Europeans came and completely built them in to new people! I have tried to talk to them but the spirit they had in their old life no longer exists it pains me to say it but…they are no longer my children, however in you and my dearest Canada, I feel the spirits raging to get out. So far it has only been you who can see me, but I know Matthew knows I'm there, if he would just open his mind a little more..."

"Back at the UN meeting, what was it that happened to me? I thought I was dying, but…I guess not, and I saw you there, you were smiling?"

"I was smiling because I was happy, happy that you were finally going through the transformation?" she said, her smile was back. "While it may be painful it is very necessary."

"What Transformation?" I asked.

"Well for the past few months I have been trying to come to you, so you could see me, but that didn't exactly work. However, I noticed that after a while whenever I tried hard enough to contact you, I began to break down a wall in your brain that made it so I couldn't talk to you, and it just so happened that that was when the wall finally crumbled, now I can interact with you however I please, and you have to help do the same to your brother."

"What? You knocked some sort of wall down in my brain?" I grabbed the sides of my head. "Necessary? What could be so important to that you need to damage my brain?"

"My dear son your mind is not damaged; in fact it has been cured of the ignorance that those stupid Europeans taught you." She said. "And it is necessary, if you are to finally avenge your fallen siblings."

"How the hell am I suppose to avenge them?" I asked.

"By killing those Europeans just as they killed them!" her eyes turned red for a second.

"What? No! I'm not killing them! Like I said they are my friends! I don't want to kill them!"

She gave me one of the deadliest stares I have ever seen. Her skin turned pale, her eyes turned back and all happiness left her face.

"You don't know what you are saying, …however I guessed something like this might occur, and while I didn't want to do it, I knew that if it came down to it I wouldn't have another choice, whether you want to or not, we will avenge my children.

She put her hands on my head and began to chant, I could feel something seeping in to me, I didn't know what, but it seemed to sink in to my brain, and then the pictures started coming, Japan, with his katana through his chest, China with a bullet hole between his eyes, Russia's limp lifeless body burning in a fire, France, with all of his limbs ripped off, as he bled to death…and Britain, I couldn't bear to see Britain, I tried to push her away I tried to block the picture but I couldn't. There he was his closed ripped as blood seeped out of them, the blood forming a small puddle under him as he was hung by a rope from a tree, I saw that the rope was just a tightly tied up America flag.

"No! No! No!" I screamed seeing the pictures. "No! I will not let this happen! I'll never do it!" She continued chanting in a familiar language I couldn't understand. "I'll never let you kill them!"

"Shh, just let the magic do its work," she told me as she kept her hands on my head.

The pictures continued to show faster and faster, it became easier to watch each time. In fact I began to like it. No, no, what am I thinking they are my friends? But it would be so easy to kill them, not to mention it would make mother happy. No, no! What is happening to me? I felt the hero in me begin to fade, as I started to lose myself in this so called magic.

After a few more seconds, she lifted her hands and I began to feel light headed.

"Hmm," she said ecstatic. "You are perfect now! Ohhhhh you have so much power, I suppose then, it is time for me to give you this," she hand me a sword that seemed to be completely silver with a small red eagle at the bottom of the handle. "I don't expect you to be too familiar with this weapon and with what it will do, but you will see when the time comes, Ohhhhh I do hope it happens soon, I can't wait to watch you used.

I smiled darkly. "Neither can I mother," I said. I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth was I actually excited about attacking another nation?

Just then, with timing like hell Lithuania walked in to the room. I know he could only see me, but it was odd to have him in the same room as mother.

"Oh Hello America," he said seeing that I was up. "Russia told me what happened to you, and I just came over to see if you were alright, Britain heard some loud noise so he told me to just peek in at you and make sure you weren't having another one of those attacks, I see now that you are fine."

I looked at him, and although I knew him well, he seemed like an entirely new person to me.

Mother walked over to my side. "This is perfect, use the sword on him!"

As if hearing her Lithuania looked down and saw the sword in my hand.

"Wow, that's a really cool sword, can I see it?" he asked taking an awkward step forward.

"Kill him! Kill him now!" mother yelled. I hesitated, it was Lithuania, we hadn't talked in a while, but I still like to consider him my friend. "Did I underestimate your strength my son, can you not listen to your mother?"

I looked at him.

"Sure, you can do more than just look at it," I said pointing it towards him, all it would take is a single forward thrust and it would be in his stomach, he didn't seem to realize that, he just continued to gaze at it amazed.

Ah the sword of spirit, a voice in my head thought. To the holder it seems as nothing but a dangerous weapon, but to the victim it is pure beauty, the last sense of beauty they will ever see.

"Kill him!" my mother shouted.

"Wow, this is really pre-" he was interrupted as I stabbed him. He then made a few gurgling sounds before falling on the floor, both my sword and the floor were stained with his blood. "Why?" he asked with his last few breaths.

"You can feel my blade as well," I said. I dropped my sword and fell to my knees, what have I done. I could hear my mother laugh in the background.

"Ha ha, yes my son you are quite the warrior, you bring the spirit of our people joy but your job is not through yet. Look at his body," she said pointing.

"No, it was enough that I killed him, I'm not going to look at his body, alright, and I told you he was a friend."I said.

"Look at his body," my mother demanded. I lifted my gaze a little and saw his body. His blank lifeless eyes stared back at me blood seemed to cover everything (The only weapon that can kill a nation the voice said), but when I looked in the place that I stabbed him I saw something that I have never seen before. There was something that seemed to look like a white glowing ball of fire exiting his body through wound. It was both amazing and beautiful. I couldn't help but stare in awe.

"That is his soul my son, only the sword will allow it to exit the body after death, otherwise it usually just disappears."

I said nothing speechless at what I was seeing.

"That doesn't mean it will be there forever, take it before it is wasted." I lifted my hand out, gently cupping it, worried that with any sudden movements it would break. I lifted it closer to me, taking a closer look at it; I couldn't get over its beauty.

My mother grabbed my wrist and guided the hand that was holding it so that my hand was over my heart. I watched as the soul slowly sunk in to my chest.

Then I felt the best feeling I had ever felt, better than love, hate anything. I felt as it seemed to feel my spirits as well as the darkness that now inhabited my mind.

I smiled that evil Hollywood smile at my mother. "I want more."

She smiled back. "Good, but we have one more thing to do." She walked over to Lithuania's body and placed her hand over his eyes. I saw as all of his blood seemed to magically disappear, as if it were evaporating. The wound I had made with my sword seemed to heal, as if it weren't even there in the first place. And then as if that weren't enough to freak me out his eyes flew open (she had closed them when touching his face) and he sat up. His skin was pale, it only had enough color to barely pass living, his eyes were blank and grey, they had lost all color, even his clothes, which had a hole in them where he was stabbed, even seemed to be a little duller than normal. He looked at me.

"I am forever you servant, my master," he said emotionlessly as he stood up and bowing his head to me. Looked down and smiled, my forever servant, this was going to be good.