Hey you guys! It is I...Kayden. How are you peeps? (: I hope your all doing well! I'm here to present you with the next chapter of H:ATT! ^^ (And maybe someday I'll think of a less lame intro...thingie xD)
Anyways, here it is. Last we left off, america, England and the dream team were bout to get into a fight! Over Canada! Meanwhile, Canada is standing there looking all confused and worried. Wanna know who will win? Keep reading! And enjoy!~

P.S
The doubles/dream versions of America and England I'll be calling Arthur and Alfred so it doesn't get confusing, okey dokey? x3

"Don't worry Canada. I'm here, everything is gonna be fine, I promise." "B-But..." "Hey, it's alright, Canada, don't cry. I'm here, so everything is gonna be okay!" "Really?" "Absolutely! You can think of me as...your hero." "My hero?" "Yea! Your like the damsel in distress and I'm the hero, always coming in to save you!" "But I'm a boy..." "So...your a boy...in distress! And as the hero, I'll always be there to save you!" "You will?" "Of course! That's what heroes do!" "Do you...promise?" "Yea! I pinkie promise!"

He was not about to go back on that promise.

America watched his double with a menacing glare. He had no idea how to kill them and knew if he just charged ahead, he wouldn't get anywhere. "America, listen closely, dream sprites are hard to defeat but it is not impossible to kill them. I can use a spell to locate their weaknesses but I need you to keep them occupied, can you do that?" America grinned and shot England his signature hero look, complete with a flash of his teeth and a thumbs up. "Duh! I am the hero!" He turned back towards the two and readied his gun. "Right...Let's see...Exposium...revelus...une coverisium..." Arthur lunged ant England and Alfred ran towards America, tackling him to the ground. America managed to get in a few good hits and was able to kick Alfred off of him. While Alfred tumbled backwards, America went for his gun, shooting at Arthur. Arthur was able to cast a spell to deflect the bullets, however he stopped running in order to cast it, which also gave England time to finish his spell. "Heh, you think finding out our weaknesses will help you? Even if you do find out what we're weak against, you won't be able to defeat us!" England cast a spell to knock Arthur back, and also caused him to lose his balance. "America, your gun! Use it!" He and Arthur began blasting magic back and forth at each other, at most almost knocking the other over. America struggled with Alfred, whom was trying to knock the gun from America's hand. America kneed Alfred in the stomach multiple times before Alfred managed to knock him back and punch him in the mouth.

The fight was going no where. It was Alfred v.s America and Arthur v.s England. They were fighting their equal practically, it was just going to go on forever. England knew this and decided to change tactics. He used a stronger magic than before to stun Arthur, making him unable to move for a few. "America, we're getting no where like this, take Arthur for me!" America punched Alfred in the jaw and quickly crouched down, whipping his leg out to knock Alfred onto his back. He reached for his gun as Alfred was scrambling up. England knew there was only a few seconds left to the spell he cast, so he turned towards Alfred and blasted him with a powerful magic attack. America charged towards Arthur and shot his gun at him, hitting him in the arm and shoulder. Arthur let out a loud, pained, inhuman howl and broke out of the stun spell. He mostly dodged America's attacks and tried to heal his wounds. Alfred growled and lunged at England who proceeded to cast a powerful spell to knock him back. America shot again at Arthur, this time hitting him in the chest. Arthur yelled out and collapsed, clutching his chest. He slowly sort of disappeared, a big black spot where his body once was.

Alfred growled and glared at the two nations. "Damn you! I'm gonna kill you!" America scoffed and pointed his gun at him. England stood beside him, he was running out of magic and he still needed to get them out of there. America scowled at Alfred and pointed the gun to his head. "Any last words, dipshit?" America didn't give him a chance to respond, he pulled the trigger.

Click.

America blinked. Click? No no no! It wasn't supposed to go 'click'! He wasted all of his bullets!? Alfred laughed and grinned, victory was his. "Looks like your all out, dumbass! Now to-" He didn't finish his sentence as a gun was fired behind him. He froze for a second before looking down at the black spot that formed on the front of his clothes. "what...? No...I..." He collapsed and disappeared just as Arthur had done. America and England both looked at where the shot came from and just stood staring, mouths agape at the Canadian who held a gun similar to America's.

America blinked and looked at the black spot. "You freakin did it, Canada." He looked up to his brother and ran to give him a hug. Canada hugged back and sighed. "W-Well...I couldn't just watch you guys get kicked around could I?" America pulled away from the hug and frowned. "Well...We kind of deserve it. I mean, we have been ignoring you for like your entire life and you get mistaken for me A LOT and have to take the blame for things A LOT..." Canada crossed his arms. "True. But to be honest, I kind of missed you guys. It was fun here and all, and I was noticed and happy but...I missed Kumajaja and France and even Russia! I mean...Here...All I had was those two and a bunch of pancakes and stuffed animals...It just wasn't the same." America grinned and hugged his brother again. "Well, it is good to have you back." England smiled and placed his hand on Canada's shoulder.

The three's reunion was cut short when a thunderous rumbling sound was heard not too far away. "What the heck was that!?" America grabbed Canada's hand and Canada grabbed England's. England looked up to the sky and then back to the other two nations. "We have to leave. NOW. Since we killed the dream demons, the place is crumbling apart and if we don't leave all three of us will die and our bodies will probably rot almost instantly." America made a disgusted face. "Well then let's go! I'm too young to die!" England nodded and held their hands. He began reciting the spell, and America looked around. The water was starting to...evaporate? There were cracks in the ground near them, and the grass looked like it was dying. Canada squeezed his hand and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you'. England finished the spell and there was a bright flash of whtie and then...darkness.

My head hurts...I feel sick...Where am I? Why is it so dark? I think my eyes are open, but I can't see anything...I don't think anyone else is here either...Did the spell work I'm not dead am I? Is this...Another nightmare?

Canada woke with a start, gasping and jolting upwards. He jumped when he noticed America and England had been hovering over him and staring at him intently. "CANADA! Your awake dude! We thought you were like...dead or something! England woke up first and then he woke me up but when we tried waking you up, you just sat there and it was like thirty minutes later and you still hadn't awoken!" Canada blinked and scratched his head. Thirty minutes? He had been out for that long? "O-Oh...Well, I'm just glad you guys are okay..." America grinned and grabbed his brothers hand. England placed a hand on Canada's forehead. "Are you alright, love? You've been through a lot..." Canada smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm alright. Thanks guys..." "No problem! I AM the hero!~" He laughed and stood up. "Why don't we get something to eat? I'm starving after all of that!" England rolled his eyes and muttered an 'of course'. "What? Did you say something, old man?' England glared at America. "What did I tell you about calling me old!? I'm not THAT old!" "Uhm..." America rolled his eyes then. "No! Not at all! Just a few hundreds of years, its nothin!" He said sarcastically, with a flick of his wrist. "Guys?" England crossed his arms and huffed. "Fine, think what you want but you know what, you'll be my age one day. Remember that!" America laughed. "And I'll still be more cooler than you!" "Guys..." "More cooler? It's 'I will still be cooler than you'! Or something of the sort!" america mimicked him and made a ridiculous face that was supposedly supposed to be what England's face looked like. "Bloody wanker! Your very disrespectful, you know that?" Guys!..." They both looked to Canada, who shot them a look. "Why don't we just go and eat something at the cafe nearby?" America nodded in agreement and raced to the living room, yelling something about how he saved the day so he didn't have to pay. England followed and grumbled under his breath. Canada watched them go and laughed. It was good to be home.

Aw, isn't that just adorable? ^3^
So...Looks like Canada made it out okay! (: Such a happy sweet ending! speaking of which, I was thinking of making an alternate ending where Canada doesn't go back and things go differently. I dunno, if you have any thoughts or comments, please leave a review and I'll get back to you guys! (: Uhm...Right! I know I said I was going to add in Prussia and Romano and Spain and such but I wasn't sure how to really fit them in here so...I will make one with Prussia and the others at some point. Oh, well, if I do the other story i mentioned doing, with Sealand, Italy and Canada, then Prussia, Spain and Romano would be in it. I hope you guys enjoyed it and if you have any comments, or questions or anything at all, you can put it in the review section! Or if you want i guess you could PM me too. That'd work as well. lel~ have a good day/afternoon/night everyone!~ I love chu guuuuuuyyyyys!~~~

-Kayden out! 3