Chapter 14

Italy's POV

I moved through halls, following Master Matthew's orders I had to slow down Master America. I moved, and saw as a few men ran past me on my way. One of them caught my attention. His hair was gold and his eyes were light blue.

"G-Germany," I whispered without thinking. I felt as memories of him flooded in to my head, I couldn't understand them, why was this happening? I saw him smiling at me, I saw him yelling at me, I saw his face shaded red with a bright blush, yet I couldn't understand it, what was he to me, why was I remembering him and why did I feel this way. I tried to do my mission to slow down Master America, but I couldn't move, I couldn't think. I was suddenly immobile. My head began to hurt, as the memories began to slow, before I knew it I was standing there dazed, I didn't see it, but I knew Master Canada was no longer on the building, yet I could not stop myself from continuing to carry out his orders. Any orders given by the masters must be followed, no matter what, those were the rules, it was not hard to find Master America, as a servant I could sense where any of my masters were, as long as they were close, I could no longer sense Master Matthew's presence anywhere.

I walked to where Master stood and stepped in front of him blocking his way down the hall way, I was prepared to stand there like a wall if I had to, anything to keep Master Matthew safe. Master America looked up at me, a bit confused as he stretched his now free limbs. I heard behind me as someone entered the room. I turned to look at him, his face looked familiar, and his presence brought on memories to the edge of my mind, I knew him, but I didn't know who.

"Hey you, Burger eating bastard, you and I have a score to settle," the man shouted to me. I felt behind me as Master America sneered. I saw as the man in front of me eyes flickered from me and Master America, every time they landed on me they seemed to get angrier. "What are you a coward? You are going to use my brother as a shield or something, well I have news for you, this thing isn't my fratello, you killed him, and used this sick puppet to take his place, and for that I am going to make sure those guys bring you down!" He pulled a gun out and aimed it over my shoulder, right towards Master America.

"Psh, you think you are going to do anything to me with that pathetic gun, please, I will show you some real damage," he said to the man, then he looked at me, why don't you move out of the way, Italy, wouldn't want you to get in the way. I felt the presence of the sword as he wielded it, getting ready for a fight. I knew it was an order, and my body inched to move but Master Matthew's order rang in my head. You don't have to do everything he tells you. I was torn as who I should listen to, both of them were my masters, and I am not suppose to ignore any of their orders, but what was I suppose to do?

"Yeah Italy, move so your fratello can get a good shot at this bastard's head," the man said.

The world fratello seemed to dance around in my head. Fratello, the Italian word for brother, was this man my brother? Was this man family to me? Did I even have a family? More pictures flashed in to my head, pictures of me smiling, with this man that called himself my brother, and the man from earlier, Germany, the blond man with light blue eyes, and another man, his hair was dark, but his skin was pale, he had soft brown eyes, and he was also smiling, was this my family? With more of the memories, and more of the questions coming in to my mind I felt as m body began to give in. I gripped my head in pain, as the voice of many memories began to speak in my head, all at once, it seemed as if a million of people were inside my mind speaking about millions of different things, I couldn't understand it I couldn't understand anything, what were they saying? Why were they saying it? It all just didn't make sense, it was all noise? I was on my knees now, and I could only faintly hear gunshots around me, followed by screams in pain. I tried to focus on anything, but everything began to blur.

"M-Master…please help me Master," I was able to whisper before everything back. Why did my master leave me? Why did he leave me to this hell?

Canada's POV

Everyone shuffled with me as we got back to England's house, we huddled in to the meeting room, it was where all their paper work was, everyone wanted to take me to get medical attention, but I insisted on telling them everything I knew. England and Ukraine moved to get me in to the nearest chair. England left to go get medical supplies and Ukraine and France said by my side. France seemed really relived that I was no longer on the enemies.

"Alright, you wanted to tell us what was going on, now is the time to tell us, spill it, comrade," Russia said from where he sat at the conference table. I took a deep breath, ready to start, but that only caused me to wince as pain flashed through my body.

"He doesn't need to do anything but heal right now," France said defending me. "He can tell us the information after he rests for a little bit."

Russia groaned and rolled his eyes and turned to the paper work in front of him. Belarus then went to his side trying to calm him down.

"N-no no, I'm ready, I'll tell you right now," I said moving and then causing even more pain. "I need to tell you."

"Mon fil, please, you are injured, we don't need to know right now," France said, but I shook my head, I was going to do this.

"I know what Alfred is up to," I started, just as China, England, Japan and Germany walked into the room. "He wants to rule the world, and he plans on using the sword to do that. I know the power of the sword, it has sort of pull when you have it in your possession, a sort of want to kill, you can't control it, it makes you want the taste of souls, it becomes your one and only desire, but it doesn't end there, I really believe something happened to him, he's not himself, something changed in him."

"I think we all noticed that," England said as he used a knife to rip off my shirt and examine the wound in my shoulder. My body tensed as the agony flooded into my body, whatever my mother did to keep the pain away was wearing off, and my head began to spin the pain hit me in heavy wave after heavy wave.

"Hai, I agree," Japan said. "While I was in the building, although I never saw him myself, but I could feel his presence, but it was different, I mean he had the same aura, so I could tell that it was him, but… it was colder, darker, it seemed like all the love and happiness he had in him, was just like, sucked out of him, it was actually quite scary. It just felt wrong." Everyone turned to look at Japan wheels turning in their heads.

"I also noticed it, aru," China said agreeing.

"Could it have been the sword that changed him maybe?" France asked.

"No," I said. "It's not because of the sword, I have used the sword as well, he forced me to use it on Italy, and after I used it, I did feel the pull, but I wouldn't say it changed me, I still hated the thought of taking anyone's life, not like him, how he had no regard for the life of another human. The sword may be adding to it, but I don't think it is the main cause of it, there has to be something else…" I trained of the sentence now groaning as England, clearly not a world renowned surgeon, began picking at my wound.

"Don't you have something you can give him for the pain?" France asked frustrated seeing me like this.

"I'm sorry, yeah; I just keep a whole bunch of morphine around here for when I come home from those stressful days at work with you!" England shouted at France sarcastically, clearly frustrated.

"So you are saying that there is some outside force that is making America do all of this?" Germany asked trying to get back on track. I nodded causing me pain, and Japan gasped, everyone turned their attention to him, he seemed to look really uncomfortable.

"What is Japan, did you figure out something?" Germany asked. Japan looked around nervously and shook his head.

"No, no, I just had a thought, it couldn't possibly be connected with this, it's just a silly legend my people use to believe, there is no way it has anything to do with this, no way at all," he said, trying to force the attention off of him.

"What was the legend, aru?" China asked, not willing to let it go that easily. Japan stilled look a bit nervous.

"Well…you see, my people have legends of things called Goryōs. It was said that if people were to die at the hands of an enemy they would come back as a spirit filled with vengeance and wrath, while these spirits could not kill people themselves they could affect other people and force them to do their bidding, usually that left the person they did it to, changed and wrong. I was thinking that maybe that is what happened to America-Chan, but it does not seem likely, America is hunting everyone not really a particular person, and I don't think that there is a person out there who claims vengeance on the entire world…" Japan cut off; he looked like he was embarrassed for suggesting such absurdity.

I thought about it for a moment, but it finally hit me, and I gasped, this time it was not just in pain. I finally understood, I felt stupid for not bringing it up earlier.

"Japan! These spirits, can they be nations?" I asked. He looked at me puzzled.

"Well, yes, I would assume so, I mean nations can die as well…" he said, and I knew right then exactly what was going on!

"I know what happened to America!" I shouted excitedly, causing all of my wounds to hurt. "It all makes sense now!"

"What is it, what happened to him, what cause him to be like this?" Belarus asked tired of all the waiting.

"Well, Japan was right, it was a Goryō, I saw it right before we left the castle, or rather I saw her. Native America was there, she was with him, and she even told me that what was going on was not America's fault. She has to be the cause of all of this.

"Are you sure it was her?" England asked as he began to stitch me up.

"Yes, I am positive, she has to be the one behind it!" I said.

"Well then, I guess we have a new enemy." England stated emotionlessly.

America's POV

I screamed in pain as Poland and Lithuania picked the bullets out of my body, that damn Italian bastard sure did a number on me. I may feel immortal with this glorious weapon, but it was bullets that made me realize how weak I really was. Mother watched as they worked and cringed with every scream that left my lips, I swear went they are done I going to that bastard, who is now a new slave of mine, and make him pay for all the pain I am feeling right now.

"Son, I would like to speak with you, it is important," Native America said. Her face covered with both sadness and nervousness.

"What is it, it is not like I am doing anything important right now," I told her, groaning as they removed another bullet from my shoulder, I had to admit, Romano was a pretty good shot.

"I think we should give up our plans for revenge, you already have so much, let us just leave it at that," she pleaded, and I glared at her, she was saying this again.

"No, I don't want to give up, just because we lost Canada does not mean we are any farther from winning, we will beat him," I told her.

"But my son, I am worried about you," she said. "I do not want to lose, however I fear that may be the future if you do not stop these plans soon, please, do it for me, your mother."

I rolled my eyes, such a weak women, I got up as the servants finished fixing me up. "No, I said I am prepared to do this till the end," I told her.

"But my son, that will lead to you de-" I cut her off.

"I am telling you, I will not give up, even if I have to give up everything to win, I will come out victorious, this just means I have to kill him before he kills me." And with that I left the room, I didn't want to listen to her argue anymore. I only faintly heard her speak to herself as I left.

"And so he has set the future, now in to stone."