Ok, I know I said I'd have this up sooner…but I sort of slacked off and drew stuff instead =3=…I apologize. I also did a Gurren Lagann one shot…which means by the time you've read this I'll have already finished it cause I'll have worked on it at the same time as I am working on this chapter =3=. I also sat and watched "Newmoon" … I'm going to say this straight up, and if I have any Twilight fans reading this…I apologize…this is just my opinion on the matter…but anyway…all I have to say is…Bella Swan is a BITCH! I swear! I feel sorry for her dad! If I were her father and she pulled that kinda crap over some break up with some boy, I'd ream her in the back of the head! I kid you not! I'm not a violent person by nature, but she is seriously rage inducing! On top of that! Jacob! I have no idea WHAT he see's in her, but he deserves SO much better. He's a good guy! But no…Bella was all "I love you…but I love Edward more." I was mentally shouting "BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH!" cause my mother was in the room at the time =3=.

Now, while I personally find the writing style to be seriously lacking, it's not a bad story…over done and rather corny…but not bad…ok a little bad but seriously it's not easy making a vampire love story without it being corny =3=…I take that back, there are a few that are ok. I mean, I love pretty much every character in Twilight EXCEPT Edward and Bella…Edward is sort of growing on me…but put Bella into the picture and he's instantly a pansy ass vampire who can't do shit… =x= oops…I didn't mean to rant…like I said…rage inducing…won't happen again DX.

I'd like to put on record that Edward and Jacob should have eloped at the end =3= b

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OH LOOK! A CHAPTER! 8D (runs away while everyone is distracted)

Chapter Eight

The morning came sooner than expected, America was still sound a sleep and snoring but Iggy was wide awake. His wide green eyes were gazing intently on the ceiling of their little hut in the tree branches, concern and concentration gracing his infantile features. Today was the day, he would help America find those pieces of England because there was no way this fool would be able to do it alone. Well, at least he was a tolerable fool, not like that idiot Frenchman. Sighing, Iggy rolled over and made to climb to his feet; however, before any such action could be taken, a large arm suddenly reached out and pulled him back down. A startled squeak escaped him as the poor bunny flailed while America pulled him into a sleepy yet affectionate snuggle.

Not able to take much more of this, the bunny opened his mouth wide and chomped down on the American's arm. At first this didn't seem to wake the sleeping oaf, but after diligently applying several more bites, the larger blonde groaned and slowly sat up, "Wh-wha is it? Huh?" blinking lethargically, America glanced around, not realizing he was still holding onto Iggy.

A protestant groan came from his arms, this drew blue eyes down towards the distressed little fellow, "Oh! That's right it's morning!" the blonde released Iggy, who then scuttled back under the blankets, "Hey? What's wrong?"

The covers shifted but the little bunny did not come back out. Sighing, America scratched the back of his head before yawning, "Well, suit yourself…I'm starved! When's breakfast?!"

Almost on cue, the fairy king entered the small guest room; well, small by a human's standard anyway. He seemed to be in high spirits as he fluttered over and landed silently on the floor in front of the sitting American. "I see you are awake, this is good, I was starting to wonder…it is getting rather late in the day and you have a big journey ahead of you."

"Yeah, well…I can't really do much if I don't have some breakfast first." America beamed, "Bacon, eggs, toast, and some coffee would be great!"

The fairy royal just stared up at the other, his smile still present but an understanding to the Brit's original concern about the matter. Yes, he understood now…but that didn't change anything, "Yes well, I do suppose you need your energy." He sighed and waved his hand. In an instant, plates started coming up out of the floor with exactly what America had asked for. Of course, what he didn't need to know was that while it may seem real to the other, it was actually just plates of various types of fruits. The fairies did not normally eat or drink such things and as such, did not have a ready supply of any of it. No matter, it seemed like the lad did not get enough of such foods anyway, so it was doing him some good.

"Alright!" America cheered while digging in, at first he did notice there was a rather off taste about what he was eating, but then again, he reminded himself that these were England's friends and as such probably had the same tastes…or lack there of.

It was not long before the cheery blonde had finished his meal and was contently sipping at his "cup of coffee" when the king addressed him again. "Seeing as you have never participated in this sort of task, I have prepared a set of weapons you can choose from."

"Hm? Weapons? What for?"

"You are also new to this world, there are things here I am certain you have never faced before, it would be wrong of us to simply allow you to go out there unprotected." The king stated in a matter of fact tone.

"Oh, so it's like those adventure games where we get armor and whatnot right?" America grinned a little, "Sweet, I can dig that…but what about this little guy?" he then pointed to the small lump he was sitting next to. The fairy king just glanced at said lump and chuckled.

"You needn't worry about him."

"Hey! He's just a little…um…bunny thing…he gets armor too!" America slammed his cup down, making it crack a little.

"Hmmm…" the king just smiled a little more, "Iggy, that is a rather cute name…" he then said, "Iggy, won't you come out, you've slept long enough."

Unlike before, this time Iggy poked his head out from under the covers, eyes wide and curious as to what the royal wanted. It was then that the fairy king said something in the native fairy language, of course America didn't understand what was said, but Iggy did.

Climbing out of the covers, and pulling his green cloak closer around him, it looked as if he'd expanded a little before the cloak fell open again to reveal a large brown book. Iggy then picked the book up and clung to it much the same way that he would periodically cling to America's jacket.

"Eh…ok…it's a book…" said American was still waiting to be convinced.

"Yes, and with that book and a little of your help, his safety is more than assured." The king smiled, "Now, seeing as you are finished with your breakfast, you should come with me so that I may grant you your weapon."

America just stared at Iggy for a moment, somewhat curious as to what the old fairy meant. Oh well, he wanted to see what sort of cool equipment he was getting! Jumping to his feet and grabbing his bomber jacket, which he had discarded the night before, and pulled it on. Then, he made his way after the fairy king followed closely by Iggy.

The three of them moved down a long hallway, the structure in which they were staying in was made specifically for human visitors so it was just big enough to accommodate for a fully grown adult. And by big enough, it is implied that Nantucket was brushing against the ceiling and each step had to be taken carefully and one in front of the other. But they arrived at the desired destination, the armory from the looks of it, in record time.

The first things America noticed were all the middle age weapons on the walls. Swords, spears, axe's, flails, shields, and so on; it was really cool and the excitement in the American's eyes seemed to spread to his entire face.

"Here are your choices." The fairy king then said, drawing the other's attention over to a table. All the excitement that the blonde had quickly dulled slightly; on the table were four weapons, a staff, a dagger, a sling shot, and a very old hand gun…and by old, he means freakin' ancient!

"Eh…" America tilted his head a little, "Can't I choose one of those ones?" he pointed to the swords and flails and bows.

"Why?"

"Because, they look cooler and those are the kinds of weapons hero's like me carry!" America boasted much to the fairy king's amusement.

"Very well…pick one."

"Heh." Grinning from ear to ear, America rushed over and grabbed a broad sword, he'd been eyeing it ever since he walked into the room, "I pick this one! And I'll take a shield too!" Pulling the blade from the wall and swinging it around, something suddenly jerked the blonde downwards. The sudden movement had jostled his insides making him hit the floor with a heavy thud.

Groaning, America slowly sat up looking unexpectedly dazed, the fairy king had already fluttered over and was looking at him with a coy yet amused smile.

"What the hell was that?!" America suddenly rounded on the tiny royal, only to be pointed towards the sword. Glancing down, America saw that the blade had actually cracked the floor a little bit, when he tried to lift it, the blade would not budge. "Wh-what?"

"You lack the strength to life these weapons," the king stated, "It's almost unheard of how little magic you possess."

"So what? I'm like…a level one then?!" a disheartened look crossed the blonde's face, which was then given a simple nod, "Ugh…man!" America groaned before letting go of the broad sword and getting to his feet, "This sucks…but fine, whatever…I'm the hero so I'll level up quickly!"

With that said, America sulked back over to the table and re-evaluated his options. After a short while, he finally settled on taking the gun. On a coolness scale, that was by far the top, then maybe the dagger.

"Ah, that gun is very special, it doesn't use regular bullets…" the fairy king smiled.

"Oh? What's it use then?" America looked it over, there was nothing particularly special about its appearance…other than being really old and out dated. Heck, it didn't even look like it worked anymore, perhaps he should pick something else.

"Well, since your magic is virtually nonexistent, it will use small pieces of your soul."

"Eh…" America did not looked too thrilled with that answer, "Maybe I should pick something else, I like my soul where it is thank you very much!"

Laughing, the fairy king shook his head, "Oh you need not worry, I mean, if you're the hero, I'm sure you won't need to use it too often am I correct?" he then flew over and landed on the American's shoulder, "Besides, you'd be surprised how much of a punch just a small piece of your soul can pack. The amount it uses is insignificant, it's like exercise for the soul."

"You don't say?" America looked at the gun a second time before shrugging, "Fine, I guess I'll use this then."

"Great! Now you are ready for your adventure. I will give you the first clue to where you can find one of the pieces, but you'll have to figure everything else out on your own. Of course, Iggy will help from time to time." The king fluttered back into the air and hovered right in front of the blonde's face, "Go west," he started, "there is one who takes without a care, be warned, he is a prideful man, the wind and stars move him swift and sure, make haste and seek roger, there you will find him."

All of the blank and bewildered stares America wore since he got here could not compare to the one he wore now. However, seeing as he had no idea how to navigate in this strange world, he committed the clue to memory before nodding, "Ook then, the first part is easy…go west…"

Picking Iggy up, America left the hut like building and descended down to the ground, the hut having been up in a tree. It looked like it had rained since the ground was a little soggy, but the air was cool and fresh as the sun was just above the horizon by now. A good day.

"Right then, which way is west?" America glanced around, "Oh…right! Duh, the sun raises in the east and sets in the west!" Proud of himself for remembering that bit of trivia, America looked around until the familiar gleam of the sun poked through the trees. By that, he calculated that west was in the opposite direction and thus…started walking in that direction. He walked and walked, Iggy riding on his shoulders with the large book pressed against the back of the poor blondes head.

"Ok, the first part of the clue was easy…now for the second part…" America muttered, "There is one who takes without a care…hmmm…" he crossed his arms, "be warned, he is a prideful man…" nothing on that either, "the wind and stars move him swift and sure…the wind blows so that could be what moves him…but stars?" America thought about this a bit longer, wracking his brain, "Stars, suns, solar systems, galaxy, constellations, North Star…" the blond paused both in thought and in step, "North Star…NAVIGATION!"

The sudden outburst had startled Iggy a little, causing him to give Nantucket a tug, but America didn't seem to notice, "That's it! The wind moves this guy and he uses the stars to navigate! Man I rock!"

O3O I did not make that clue very hard…I wouldn't be surprised if someone figured it out |D.

X3 I just love mmorpg's, which reminds me…I miss playing Wonderland Online D'8. But yeah, Alfred's only a level one :'D cause he just started The Game (shot). Oh geez, that just gave me an idea for another story! O3O

|D I was a dork and made references to other anime in here…can people guess what they are? O3O

One of them is a little difficult to figure out now, but in the next chapter it will be more apparent. But if someone get's it then omg that's awesome 8D. The other two are a little more obvious…

I will seriously give kudo points if someone get's all three. 8D