Herro guys it's me again! Sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter! It's just I was waiting for more views and reviews that I went into a mini writer's block. Plus, there's some hard stuff going on right now. ^^' Anyway, enjoy the chapter! This has a fight scene so enjoy~ And if you guys want the next chapter, review! IT helps a lot!


The eyes on both countries widened. All of a sudden, there was darkness all around them. They were just on top of a large fragment of land that used to be their home world. In Front of them was this large monster entirely composed of their shadows. The sky around them was a fierce sinister purple color. And directly above them was some sort of red portal.

America for now couldn't process this for a few moments. The large creature was just standing there towering over them. Dangerous golden eyes piercing through baby blue ones. He wanted to be dreaming, but alas he wasn't. But right now he needed to be himself. He needed to fight this thing. He needed to be the badass hero he always was. But he still had many questions. Who was this Kairi he spoke of? Oh well. Unfortunately most of these questions immediately blew over his head in a matter of moments. Surprisingly in this moment, he drew out his twin pistols and glanced over to England. "Don't worry- the hero will protect you~!"

To which England inwardly facepalmed. How can this dumbass be so happy in a time like this?
"America-sssshhh…." England shook his head. "When will you ever learn-MOVE!" England suddenly pushed America out of the way, for the large creature swung it's arm down and slammed it right in the ground where America was standing prior to the intersection from England. Luckily, both countries were unharmed.

America got up from the ground and chuckled. "Okay dude, I totally meant to do that. Don't be mad because I'm like totally better than you." The creature began to lift it's hand up and slammed it into the ground. A dark portal manifested around it's hand so where quite a few of the smaller creatures from before rose up from the ground. America charged forward, and climbed up on it's arm to shoot a magazine or two at it's head. "Hey, if ya gonna use your Harry Potter stuff you'd better do it now!"

England growled and rolled his eyes. "Fool, it's not just 'Harry Potter stuff' you bumbling git." He flipped through his book until he found a particular page. "Here we go… Ignis!" He raised his hand, and a ball of fire manifested around his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, it flew right into one of the smaller creatures. After two more 'Ignis' attacks, it vanished into a puff of black smoke. The creature stood back up, about five of the smaller shadows still in the battlefield throwing attempts to attack America and England. 'Damnit...' England hissed. He jumped back to dodge a few scratches. "America! We have to think of something else! Your bullets and my magic are barely doing any damage!"

"What are you talking about?" America asked with a smirked. In his opinion his bullets were doing alright damage. A magazine took out only one shadow. It was still better than nothing. With the large monster however, that was a different story. He had an idea though. He saw it in his dream. A boy who attacked the head of the very same monster. However that's all he remembered about it. He didn't remember what the boy looked like, not the boy's name. All he remembered was that the head was where to attack. The head was the weak spot. "The head is it's weak spot! Stop focusing on the small fry!" he began to climb on it's arm once it lowered it's hand down to the ground once more.

Once England finally took out the rest of the smaller creatures, he aimed for the head. Already he was exhausted. The large amounts of magic he was using left him very fatigued. But he needed to fight more. For once he was willing to co-operate with the stupid American. "I'll support you from afar… focus on delivering the final strike!"

-

About twenty minutes later and still nothing. The attacks from America and England were all in vain. It barely did any damage; it barely left a scratch. Now all they could do was keep trying. America and England were exhausted.

England stumbled back and fell right on his bottom. He fought to stay awake. 'Bloody hell… I'm so exhausted….' he thought. 'I can barely move...' He didn't know what else he can do.

Meanwhile America had a tough time as well. He backed away across from England, and fell on his knees panting. "I'm the hero! I can do this…" He raised his arm to fire some more bullets of his second pistol. The ammo from the first pistol had ran out quite a while ago. But as he pulled the trigger all he heard was a small 'clink'. No more ammunition. At all.

"America…" England grunted and fell on his side. He tried to warn the American but failed. The creature raised it's hand, and crashed it down on top of America. Then something interesting happened.

A blinding light was seen, and suddenly England felt half of his energy return. The light was very warm. Very disarming. He looked to the source of the light: America. As the light faded, in America's hand was a strange weapon. Some kind of large key. The handle was composed of stars and stripes. While the rod of the weapon was silver. The teeth was a large white star. At the end of the keychain was the flag of The United States of America. The creature took it's hand back, seeming to taken a large amount of damage from this light.

America stared at the weapon for a moment. He heard a voice. A young female voice from his dream.

'Keyblade….'

'Keyblade….'

"Keyblade…?" America asked as he stared at the weapon. He grinned. Now we were getting somewhere. "Leave this to me! I'm the hero!" he charged forward, ready for fight. England however was visibly shocked. He never seen or heard of such a weapon before in his life. Then it hit him: he read about it before in one of his books. Some sort of war with this weapon. However in the book there was barely information about it. Only information about the stars.

The monster crashed it's hand into the ground once more. It summoned six of it's lesser minions. England got up and flipped through his pages once more. "It's weaker to light… America, I'll fight the small ones! Focus on the monster's head!" He found the correct page. He raised his hand once more. "Lucem!" Bright balls of light manifested around England's body. They flew forward and attacked the shadows. Most of them vanished. Finally they were getting somewhere. "Now, America!"

America was already up the monster's arm. The final hit had to be now. He jumped up in the air and swung his keyblade with all the strength he had. "America fuck yeah!" It did a lot of damage. However before it fell, the creature smacked America, and he was sent flying right into the poor brit on the ground.

"Bloody hell, watch it!" England grunted as he pushed the American off of him. "Whatever that weapon is… it did it." The monster slowly faded away into black smoke. There was no time to celebrate however for both countries suddenly began to feel as light as the feather. The red portal in the sky began to suck them up. America managed to grab onto a lamp post nearby. England wasn't so lucky. England grabbed onto America's ankle. "You idiot! Don't let go!"

"I'm trying not to! My fingers are slipping!" America struggled to hold on. But it was all in vain. The ground shook and the country let go. All that America remembered next was the feeling of weightlessness, then darkness.