Ch. 6
America, Britain, and Canada ran through the dark maze, huffing and puffing like mini-steam engines. They took every turn that came up hoping not to run into Necro. However, their luck started to run out as they approached a fork in their path.
"Which way?" Canada asked.
"Right," America answered
"Left," Britain said at the same time. "We need to go left."
"I say right because heroes are always right!" the American boasted.
Arthur turned on his former colony. "Would you stop talking about your bloody heroes for once," he shouted. "We need to figure out how bloody hell we get out of here!"
The sandy blonde was about to make a comeback when dark figures emerged from the ground. They looked like Pictonians, except they were black with red eyes and no bulb over their head.
"Shadowhunters," Matthew whispered.
The duo looked at him. "Huh?"
"Shadowhunters. We need to go, now!" The Canadian hightailed it out of there, followed by Arthur, Alfred and Shadowhunters. Just when the trio thought they had lost them, the Shadowhunters lunged forward, grabbed Britain, tackled him to the ground and vanished.
China, Japan, France, Germany, Italy and Russia followed a girl that France knew from way back when through a tunnel system. They had met her at the current enterance after she communicated to them with the help of Tony. France introduced her as Angel and the countries immediately like her.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Ludwig asked for the tenth time.
"Ja, Ludwig," Angel replied with a sigh. Man, this guy is paranoid.
She led the coutries through a narrow tunnel making them crawl on their hands and knees. As they crawled, China noticed a long, thin scar running above her knee down to the middle of her shin.
"How did you get that scar on your leg?" he asked.
"We're here," she said, blowing him off.
She looked over the edge, dropped down, ran behind a rock and motioned the others to follow. They peered behind the rock and saw black, Pictonian-like creatures march in.
"Those bastards are the same ones that kidnapped Alfred!" China exclaimed, getting the Shadowhunters attention.
Instead of looking for the source, they shrugged and walked off. Angel and the countries spotted an unconscious Briton on the ground. She raced over to her friend's side, checking him over for any new injuries. Arthur had brusies littering his body and face. He groaned and opened his eyes, revealing the girl kneeling next to him. Wait, she looked familiar. Her black hair, bluish grey eyes, her angelic face, and scar on her leg. "Angel?"
The girl smiled and wrapped the blonde up in a gentle hug, which he returned much to their onlookers surprise. America and Canada arrived five minutes later.
"China! Dude, you're here!" America cried, giving the old nation a quick hug.
"Sorry to break up the little reunion," a sly voice rang out. "We have some unfinished business to take care of."
Necro appeared in front of the group with an army of Shadowhunters.
"SchiBe," Germany cursed. "Britain, are you able to fight?"
"I think so," he grunted as Angel helped him up.
Everyone got into a fighting stance. The final battle was about to start.
A/N: Now we have been introduced to Angel. She had met France and Britain as children, but she moved away for awhile. The story about her scar will be in the last chapter of this, so I hope you stay tuned for it. It may answer any last questions you might have! R&R! =^..^= =^..^=