Iceland gurgled, falling to floor, the beginnings of a glow starting to appear. Sweden too, but he showed no pain, just took a step from a hyperventilating Finland, and stood like a rock. It was so bright, everyone clamped their eyes shut.

Then they were fine. But human. After they were turned, an odd purple dot of light appeared in front of America. It grew and Britain pulled the American back. It sound like a whip, but then Belarus was standing there, grinning. Britain had to clamp his hands on America's arms to keep him from trying to kill her. "Now, now," she tsked.

She then frowned. She looked straight at Canada. "Oh! I forgot about you." Canada looked afraid. "Leave him alone," America growled. She sighed. "Honestly, it's not he's going to stay immortal. No! Frankly I hoped that you all would be dead by now." She caught sight of Japan and Finland. "Hmmph. I might not even have to kill them, they're already dying."

She snapped her fingers, and Canada groaned, clutching his gut. He held himself up with the table, but his legs were shaking. Everyone turned away, and then, the last country standing, was Belarus.

She smiled pleasantly. "Better." America glared. She huffed at him. "Good luck. I'm now stronger than all of you put together." She paused. "Well, if you want to go first," she cooed. America flinched slightly, moving back an inch. She took her hand back from where it was outstretched. "No? Okay." She disappeared, then reappeared beside Japan. She quickly touched him, a blackness seeping into him from her fingers.

"No!" shouted China. She took her hand back only after a moment. She looked down on him. "Gone," she cheered. Japan stiffened, and started breathing heavily. He grabbed China's hand, squeezing it.

"No. Don't you dare die on me, aru!" America looked in horror. Japan gritted his teeth in pain. The blackness flooded into Japan's brown eyes, and he exhaled for the last time. China shook his head, trying to wake him up.

Several countries tried to get at her, America, Germany, and Britain included. She looked straight at them, and the force brought everyone to their knees. It took a heavy toll on Finland, who was bleeding again, and gripping the edges of the table.

He whimpered slightly. Belarus whipped to face him. Sweden, who was on his knees, actually looked frightened when he saw what she was going to do. Belarus took note of this. "Eh. I'll let him bleed to death." Sweden didn't like this any better.

She looked at America. "You. The hero. See, when someone wins too much, they become the primary target. But don't feel bad," she hissed, "all heroes fall." For a moment, a random thought popped into America's head. Hey, she called me a hero! So not the time.

She poked America in the temple, and he cried out, falling to the floor. Several countries yelled his name, but America didn't acknowledge them, just breathed, just tried to keep breathing, though it hurt. Alot. She smiled, and looked at all the other countries. Her smile faltered, then fell.

"Where's my brother?" Britain glanced down at America, then at her. "He was hit by the men." She smiled again, but it didn't reach her eyes. "No. No, no, he always survives. What did you do with him?!" Germany shook his head. "Nein, we did nothing. He's dead."

Her nostrils flared. She flipped open a cell phone. "Bring him in!" she barked, then closed. "I'll get you to tell me the truth," she said, her eyes wide and frantic. Two men brought in Prussia, who was coughing up blood onto the floor. "You dare to do this to the awesome Prussia?" He got punched. Germany looked furious.

She reached her hand down to touch him, to kill him. "Where. is. my. Brother." America choked out the words. "He...dead….check...base..ment….your..self." He gasped in air, trying to stay breathing. He was shuddering, fighting it, and since he wasn't shot like Japan had been, he had longer.

She had more men take all that were alive with her to check the spell room. They all were placed in the hallway, and Sweden was allowed to try and help Finland, though it was no use. Finland was slipping away. Britain and Canada kept trying to keep America awake, and that was failing too. China sat there, looking numb and haunted. They were all haunted.

Belarus went inside, and they heard some scuffling around before a high pitched scream echoed through the hallway. Then the cell phone came from the room and crashed into the wall, it's shattered pieces falling on Italy, who scooched closer to Germany, who tried to comfort him, and sat next to a Prussia that didn't want his help.

She took tormented, tears prickled at her eyes, and she looked lost. She creamed at the men. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SHOOT HIM!" She pulled at her hair, and mumbled to herself. "Not according to plan, not according to plan, Oh…" America gasped, then coughed, and he looked at his brothers. They watched in horror as his eyes filled with black, and his eyes fluttered closed.

"No!" Canada started to cry, and he pulled at America's shirt. Britain had to control himself, but he lost it when he looked away and saw France in a corner, clearly having tried to protect himself. But he was dead. He shot up. He grabbed Belarus's shoulders, shaking her violently. He couldn't kill her. No matter how much he wanted to.

Tears streamed down his face. "You know what? You can bring him back. All of them. You HEAR ME?! YOU BRING ALL OF THEM BACK!" She pulled away, but he saw her deeply considering it. He was almost too distraught to care.

She nodded. "Yes, I can bring them back, including brother!" She hopped up and down. There was a crack, and everyone turned to see Finland. Gone. Sweden had put a dent in the wall. Belarus quickly went inside, dismissing the men, who were terrified and confused.

They could hear loud chanting. There was a flash, and all the dead vanished, and then all went black.