Chapter 6: World War III
Each country assembled in the fields that occupied Italy's land. All of them were prepared for an all-out war. America was equipped with a sniper rifle. England brought along various swords. France brought an old musket. China carried a pistol with him. Japan took his traditional katana. Germany held two handguns which he could shoot at the same time. Russia took a powerful submachine gun. Even Italy brought a small shotgun.
A clock-tower in the distance rang 12 times, it was exactly noon. The countries scanned the field for their enemy.
"Did they skip out on us?" America scratched his head.
"No silly, we're right here!" The countries turned around and saw Oliver and the other 2p countries rising from their own shadows. "We would never miss out on a battle like this! Oooh, so exciting!" The 2p countries lined up with their counterpart. The wind calmed and everything was silent.
America and Alfie began to circle each other slowly, watching each others moves carefully.
"Nice toy, Alfred," Alfie growled slowly bringing his bat forward.
"I was about to say the same about your little bat," America smirked. America raised his rifle and began shooting at Alfie. The bullets passed through him like he was air. America gasped as Alfie charged towards him. He was able to duck and Alfie tumbled down beside him but quickly raised his bat. He struck America across the back. The nails dug deep into America's skin and he wailed in pain, falling into the ground with a pool of blood.
"America!" England screamed as he ran towards his dying brother. But Oliver blocked him before he could reach America. "Get away you bloody bastard!"
"Well that wasn't very nice Arthur. I think it's time you learned a lesson." In a blink of an eye, Oliver's serrated knife had slashed through England's chest. England stared at America for one last time before falling to the ground. Oliver laughed deviously over England's bleeding body.
France started shooting at Oliver but he only had time for one shot before a dagger was through his stomach. Francois pulled out the bloody dagger as France fell to the ground beside England. Oliver was unaffected.
China started rapidly shooting at Yang but had no effect. Yang held a long staff with a sharp blade at the tip. He jumped in front of China and stabbed him through the chest. China tried to pull out the blade but it only made him weaker. He fell to his knees.
Ion held a broken, rusted pickaxe and charged straight to Russia. Russia didn't even have time to react before he was stabbed and hacked at several times by his brutal counterpart.
Kyo retracted a bloody katana and sprinted towards Japan. Their two blades clashed with each other but Kyo was just too strong. He was able to fling Japan's sword into the air. Then slicing Japan nearly in two with a sadistic smile on his face.
Germany started shooting Lutz but knew it would do no good. Lutz pulled out a whip, striking Germany's gun right out of his hand. The sharp whip then began striking Germany's neck and shoulders, making deep cuts. Germany tried to slap the whip away. Lutz's aim was precise. He sliced right through an artery in the neck. Germany fell to the ground, coughing blood.
Italy looked around and saw that all his friends were either dying or already dead. His fields were covered in blood. The 2p countries were smiling at the corpses below them. Italy whimpered as tears strolled down his face. Luciano held sharp throwing knives in between his fingers and pointed them at Italy.
"Goodbye Veneziano." He threw the knives at Italy. One struck the base of Italy's neck, the other near his heart, the last at his stomach. Blood streamed down Italy's mouth. His whole body was numb. But he refused to give up and die. He clenched his teeth and slowly lifted his legs. He stumbled towards Luciano. Luciano looked pleased with him.
"I refuse to die." Italy spat up more blood and kept limping toward Luciano.
"Then become one with me." Luciano charged towards Italy as he braced for impact. Everything went black.
The countries awoke on the field. There was no blood beside them. Italy stood up quickly and scanned over his body. He was completely fine, no scars, no pain.
"I'm not the only one who saw that, right?" America reached to his back and felt no blood. The 2p countries were no where in sight.
"Was that all a dream?" Japan saw that his Katana was back in his hand.
"It sure didn't feel like a dream." England touched his chest, expecting to find a large gash. He then looked over America and saw that his bloody wound was also gone. The other countries got up and examined themselves. None of them were injured, they were all alive.
Italy thought about what Luciano said before he disappeared. 'Become one with me.' He didn't feel any different?
Germany looked around the field and saw that his ammo was still full in both guns. "It was all in our heads. My ammo is still full." France saw that his ammo was still full as well and so was China's.
"I am very confused," Russia said.
"Dude, you're not the only one." America rubbed his head in frustration.
