A/N: This is the last chapter...I hope this was good for all the people who actually read it.! Anyway, fave&review plz? :3

"We need to go help Denmark...," Norway somewhat demanded to the other Nordics. The others stared at him in a slight hint of anger.

"No matter how much you ask, I am not going back, onii-san...," Iceland said bitterly. It was suprising for him to turn down a request of his brother, but Denmark had gone too far.

"I know he can be...well, an idiot...but we've always put up with it in the past. Sweden, Finland, you stayed in his house before."

"And we left," Finland reminded him.

"But he still took care of you two. It may have been bad, but he still took you in. He's never bailed on us, no matter how annoying and selfish and self-centered he deems out to be."

"He told America that he would trample us all!" Finaldn whined.

"That was not America. Prussia took him captive and I just escaped with him. He is off convincing Russia, China, and Britain to come back."

"How can we be sure?" Iceland questioned.

"Why would America want to sabotage us?" Norway persisted. The others went silent. Iceland stood up and looked at the other two.

"Den needs our help. Are we going to help a brother, or be part of a grudge he'll hold above our heads?" Iceland asked them, siding with his older brother.

"He needs our help," Finland finalized his decision. Sweden nodded in agreement.

"Great. We need to get our armies together and in their spots for war. As I said, America's taking care of the other three. They'll be joining us shortly." The four Nordics began their part of the plan.

…...

Prussia's laugh echoed through the rooms as his army prepared for war, "This'll be so awesome! I'll be like, more respected than the minister! I can take Denmark down so easily now!"

"But, Prussia, they're gone," Austria cooed behind him.

"Who?" Prussia asked.

"Norway and America. They've...escaped."

"Eh? Oh well. We don't need those pussies anymore. We're going to pummel all of them!" Prussia declared.

"I think you should reconsider," the little voice in the back of Prussia's mind said. He could barely hear it over the other voice; the one shouting, "I'm awesome!"

"Let's go!" and with no warning what-so-ever, Prussia's army, joined by this allies' troops, marched to meet Denmark on the battlefield.

…...

"Here we are!" Someone yelled at Denmark. Denmark squinted and could see a Prussian flag being hoisted over the horizon.

"Oh god!" Denmark showed his concern, "Why didn't someone warn me that the fucktard was invading today!"

"'Cause we soooo knew!" America's sarcasm flared.

"He's getting' cl'ser." Sweden mumbled to Finland.

"Russia, go order in the tanks!" China ordered. He was getting closer...

"Where's Norge and Ice at!" Denmark yelled.

"I haven't seen them since we left," Finland answered him. Denmark didn't like fighting without his Norwegian companion by his side, but there wasn't much more waiting time.

"Let's go," Denmark mumbled his order.

"Now!" America hollered, leading his army away to other invasions.

"We can't wait any longer...," Denmark halfway growled, "Positions!" The other nations dispersed. Denmark took a deep breath and led his own army towards Prussia's.

"Looks like he's still unjoined by his little Norwegian bitch," Prussia sneered.

"Should we charge on him?" Germany asked.

"No, I'll approach him. You stay back until I need your help," Prussia took his newly formed army and marched up to Denmark and his. Denmark glared and Prussia's smirk gathered his greatness.

"Where's your bitch at?" Prussia grinned in overpowerment.

"I could ask you the same question," Denmark didn't look impressed.

"I have no idea where he is. Maybe he actually did leave you," Prussia chuckled.

"Norge would never just ditch me."

"Then where is he?" Prussia asked again. Denmark huffed at him. "Maybe he died on you. Not like it matters. One less country I have to take over once I beat your ass and get your land!"

"Skip the small talk!" Denmark equipped his axe in his left hand.

"Hm. I see you're determined. Well, you're not going to beat me," Prussia pulled his sword from his sleeve.

Denmark smirked, "We'll see."

Outraged by the challenge, Prussia lunged his sword towards Denmark, flinching backwards and using the handle as a half-shield.

"Charge!" Prussia ordered his army. And once they fired, Denmark's army retaliated. All sides were in chaos. Metal was churning and clanking against other metal. Gunshots were being fired by some, but death was being caused by all.

Denmark managed to get Prussia to the ground, and knocked his sword away from his hand, "This is for Norge." Denmark raised his axe, in high expectations he'd get rid of the egotistical ex-empire for sure after this. He had no empire to fall back on to stay alive.

Right before his vengeance, a bullet came whizzing right through the space between Denmark and Prussia. The whole army stopped to look. Of course. Switzerland glared at the two of them.

"Why must you two fight over nothing! I hope you know both of you are pathetic. Furthermore, keep your armies and yourselves out of my land!" He cursed them, huffing off.

"Eh..." Denmark paused and his axe fell from his hands. The armies had stopped fighting. What else was there to do now? Switzerland was right. This whole thing was beyond pointless.

"I need a drink...," Prussia complained, getting up from the ground.

"Need a buddy?" Denmark perked up with a grin.

"First one to get drunk loses," Prussia offered with his sly smirk.

"You're on."

…...Meanwhile...

"You actually thought I was going to go and be shot at for the need of that idiot?" Norway asked.

"Finland and Sweden went," Iceland mumbled, "but I agree with you, onii-san...It was a good thing to go get Switzerland."

"Put those two idiots in their places just fine..."