Another chapter everyone!

I'm so glad all of you are reading. And did you notice I hinted at some USUK last chapter? Well, another nation is coming this chapter! As promised, this is a chapter with some ACTION!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I've already said that none of this is mine.

Not much was said after that. Soon enough, we all morphed and went home. America got really excited at Rachel's bald eagle morph. We agreed to meet again at Cassie's barn.

I flew over the town the next day, processing everything. It was so weird that countries had personifications, people that were hundreds or thousands of years old. It was a lot to digest.

I spotted a familiar blond on the streets below. There was America. I flew over, intending to say hello, but then I noticed he was surrounded by people. My eyes caught the glint of guns and Dracon beams. He noticed them, too, and allowed them to lead him away.

For the second time in as many days, I was flying full speed to Cassie's barn. The others were already there.

*Big trouble!* I said as I flew in. *The Yeerks have…* I trailed off, confused. *America? But I just saw the Yeerks capture you!*

Sure enough, America was there, standing next to England. "No, I haven't run into any, as far as I know."

*Weird,* I said. *He looked just like you.*

America stiffened. "Just like me? Did he have a polar bear?"

*Uh…yeah, actually.*

"Was his hair slightly longer than mine, with an errant curl coming from the top?"

*Now that you mention it, yeah, it was.*

America and England paled, and said at the same time "Matthew!"

"Wait, who's Matthew?" Rachel asked.

"My brother!" America cried. Matthew Williams, the personification of Canada!"

As one, we all said *"What?"*

"He was coming to check out The Sharing with me! Mattie is always either not noticed, not recognized, or mistaken for me! Dang it, why couldn't it have been the first two?"

"They've surely taken him to the Yeerk pool to be infested. With any luck, he hasn't been yet. We can get down there and rescue him. We'll use the McDonald's entrance." Jake said.

"There's an entrance in McDonald's?" America exclaimed, looking stricken.

"Didn't you hear people ordering a Happy Meal with extra happy?"

"I haven't been to your McDonald's yet!"

"I'm impressed, America. I thought you would have visited it ten times by now!"

"I went for a walk in the woods once I got here, then I was attacked, then this crazy stuff happened. I've been busy."

"Here's the plan." Jake said. "America and England can go in. The rest of us will morph fleas, and hitch a ride on them. But we'll need a way to keep the Yeerks from recognizing the two of you."

"I've got it!" America said. "To the store!"

Later, the rest of us were waiting impatiently in front of a store. America came out with a bag. He pulled out a white mask with a bearded face and handed it to England.

"Really, Alfred? You watch that movie too much…"

"VforVendetta rocks!" He grinned and showed us the Captain America mask he got for himself. He had some for us, too; and Iron Man one for Jake, Wonder Woman for Rachel, Spider-Man for Marco, Batman for Ax, Batgirl for Cassie, and Falcon for me.

"Alfred, we'll be in morph, we don't need them." Marco said. When America looked upset, he added "But we'll keep them anyway!"

We morphed fleas in an alleyway, and the two countries successfully got us into the Yeerk pool. They seemed both furious and sick when we got there, especially America. We found a private enough place to demorph and remorph into our battle morphs. America challenged Marco in his gorilla morph to an arm wrestling tournament, but England smacked his arm to refocus him. We peeked out, looking for Canada. I finally spotted him in a place I had already looked at twice.

*There he is!*

*Where? I don't see him.*

*You're looking right at him!*

*Since Tobias knows where he is,* Jake said, *he can go out first. Land on his shoulder, and keep others away from him.*

*Got it.*

I flew out, and the others burst out behind me. I ignored the fighting and went straight for Canada.

He looked a little freaked at a red-tailed hawk landing on his shoulder.

*You're Canada, correct?*

He jumped, and gaped at me. "How do you know-"

*Later. We're helping your brother rescue you.*

"Al's here?" He said, squinting through the crowd. "And…is that Arthur?" He looked at me. "You let Al choose the masks, didn't you?"

*He wouldn't let us in the store.* I then alighted from his shoulder, flew up, and raked the eyes of a Hork-Bajir that had been coming toward us. *Come on, let's get you out of here.*

"Not without Kumajirou!"

*Kumawho?*

"My polar bear!"

"I'm right here." Said a high-pitched voice near the ground. I looked down and saw a small polar bear. It tilted its head and said (yes, it could talk) "Who're you-"

"I'm Matthew." Canada said, as though he was expecting the question. He scooped up the polar bear. "Okay. Now we can go."

We worked our way to the others. I didn't really need to do much. Canada was a vicious fighter, though he admitted to me he didn't like it much.

America was mopping the floor with the Controllers. England was impressive, too. I'm not sure where he got the sword, though.

*All right, guys!* Jake called. *Let's get out of here before-*

*Andalite filth!*

*Visser Three!*

Indeed, he was there. The only Yeerk with an Andalite host. The only Yeerk with the morphing ability.

*Hand over the human called Jones,* he said, *And your deaths will be painless!* He pointed at Canada. *Hand him over!*

Obviously, we were not going to do that. But we didn't have a way out. We were surrounded. Suddenly, America whispered in Ax's ear.

He jerked away, shocked. *What? No!*

*What did he say, Ax?*

*Prince Jake, he is telling me to cut Canada's throat!*

*What?* We screeched. America wanted Ax to kill his brother?

"It's the only way," he muttered, so quietly that Visser Three couldn't hear it. "Bro, I'm sorry, this will hurt."

Canada nodded, his face grim. England looked strangely calm.

*No! We can't!*

"Trust me!" America said to Jake. "It'll be alright."

They held each other's eyes for a moment, then Jake said *Do it, Ax.*

*Prince Jake-*

*Don't call me "Prince"! Just do it!*

Ax hesitated, then his tail moved almost too quickly to follow. Canada fell, a red line across his throat. I flapped clear.

The action was so surprising, that the Yeerks went into chaos. In the midst of it, we escaped, America carrying Canada's limp form over his shoulder while England had Kumajirou.

We found a safe place to demorph.

"How could you!" Rachel said to America. "Your own brother!"

"It's not how it appears," he replied, having set Canada down.

"I think it's exactly how it appears," Marco said. "It appears we just murdered someone!"

"Don't be so sure, child." England said, wiping the blood away from Canada's wound.

"How can you be so calm-"

Suddenly, Canada coughed and sat up, wound gone. "Maple! You were right, Al, that did hurt!" He looked around at our shocked expressions. "I take it you haven't explained it, yet."

"I was too busy being yelled at." America replied. He turned to us. "We can't be killed as long as the country we represent still exists. We can be wounded, and 'die', but we always come back."

"That is insane!" Marco said.

"But true." England said. "The only way the Yeerks will leave Alfred alone is if they think he's dead. Alfred, in a rare stroke of genius, figured that out. And since they thought Matthew here was Alfred, then…" he shrugged. "Had that actually been able to kill Matthew, Alfred would never have made that call. The git's too much of a 'hero'."

"I'm your hero, though." America said, wrapping an arm around England's waist. The latter blushed. At least, I assumed he did; he hadn't removed his mask yet.

"Flirt later, Al, and hand over your jacket." Canada interrupted. "I can't walk down the street like this." He gestured to his blood covered clothes. Once Canada was covered by America's bomber jacket ant the masks were off, we went off, the nations to their hotel and us to our homes.

A noise gave me pause in my flying, and I wheeled back around. England was yelling at America about something. The latter was just laughing, a loud rather contagious laugh. Canada was just shaking his head with a half-amused, half-exasperated expression. Looking at America's cheerful face filled me with a lot of patriotism, and I smiled inwardly before turning and flying back to the forest.

As I flew, three words drifted from America's lips to my keen ears.

"I'm the hero!"

And that's a wrap! Hah, did you think I would kill Canada? I love him too much! More hints at USUK. It's my favorite pairing.

I'll put up an epilogue soon, and an omake.

Bye! Please review!