Chapter 21

Canada's POV

The air seemed still and deadly after we all heard America's message. This was it, this was the final battle. I marched towards the castle that America hid himself in. Sword in hand, I heard the grass crunch behind me and turned to see England, Belarus, Russia and the rest of the alliance behind me. All the humans were called off; we didn't need any more casualties. As we approached we heard gun shots and we all knew it was Germany trying to fight back, I just hope we got there in time before he ended up like a slave as well.

I felt mother materialize next to me but I did not turn to see her.

"Matthew…I know what you are here to do…" she said. Her voice sounded sad.

"Good, then you won't try to get in my way," I said. She sighed.

"He is your brother Matthew…. How can you plan to kill him? He is your twin, and he has always been there for you…." She said, pleading with me.

"America is my brother, and he has always been there for me. Sure we had our fights, and we had our differences, but all siblings do! Even when I had to suffer a beating every day, I still loved him…even now, I still love him!" I said softly. "But that man in there, he is not my brother! My brother may have been an idiot at time, but he was a good man! He wouldn't do something like this! He wouldn't hurt his friends! Even when he thought no one liked him! He was still nice to everyone and had a smile on his face! That man in there is not him! He is a monster you made! You were so convinced you were helping us but look at what you've made of him! He is a monster that won't stop until the world is dead! Now I have to fix your mistake! Look at him, look at your son! You can't tell me you wanted this! You can't tell me seeing your son like this doesn't scare you!" I shouted at her. She looked torn. I felt like I wanted to be sad about it, but after everything she caused I didn't. She wasn't the sweet woman I remembered and as far as I was concerned she wasn't my mother and he wasn't my brother. By look on her face I could tell she knew this was serious and she whispered one last thing before finally disappearing. "Please, make it quick. Do not make him suffer for my mistakes any longer." The she finally disappeared like smoke in the wind. That was the last time I remembered seeing her….

We continued on to the building silently. I could hear as them countries behind me slowed a little hesitant. They looked around cautiously, they were expect to see some of those empty shells of countries that he called his servants to come out an attack us, but I knew they wouldn't. America already knew I had the sword, and I'm sure he knew exactly what it could do. He needed his servants as protection, he knew sending them to attack me would be a waste because I could restore their souls, making them useless to him and taking power away from him. He needed to use them as his shield, because he knew without them there to protect him he was just a mortal all of us. I knew that for sure.

The cuts burned on my arms showing proof of this. I had been plotting many ways to kill him over the days. Three long healing cuts along my wrist showed that. This sword had the power, it gave you no power, even wielding it, you were still just as mortal, you were no closer to a god and that heart that beat in your chest could still be stopped and crushed. The only thing that sword gave you was madness and insanity. That's what makes you feel like you were unstoppable, but in truth it made you weaker. I would play on that weakness and end this once and for all.

I slowly opened the door to his base a stepped in. It was quiet, but the air was cold and spoke of danger. I remembered my few days living in here. There fear I had felt, the same fear that was miles away now. I stepped in and slowly and cautiously walked in building and heard as everyone else tipped toed in behind me. We walked through the empty halls hearing are steps echo of the dark walls.

The place was completely silent, the only sound we heard were our own breaths. I swore I could hear the scared heartbeat of the people that walked behind me, or was that just mine? We walked down the dark hallway until we saw a room in the distant with light coming out of it. We slowly approached I heard everyone behind me adjust their weapons, Hong Kong and Japan removed their katanas from their seethes. Russia pulled a gun and Belarus revealed a big hunting knife which she had hid in her tights. Monaco, who was helping in the fight but wasn't an offensive fight, hid in the tree with a sniper rifle in view of the building. Seychelles was with her, and guarded her back.

"I think the light at the end of the hall is him, I can't get a clear shot but there is someone inside there," she said and we kept moving.

We hesitantly walked into the room which looked almost empty, all we found was Italy in the room, he was tied up but he sat in a hair, we saw Germany's pistol laying in the middle of the floor, but other than that there was no sign of Germany or America. They were just there, I looked at the tracker, this was the last place Germany was before it lost signal. Where did they go?! We were right behind them.

I stepped towards Italy who looked up at me and I thought I saw his eyes smile slight.

"Master…Canada, you have returned," he said. I smiled at him.

"I promised you I would," I told him. I moved to untie him. "I'm going to help you; you won't have you to be stuck like this anymore. I'm going to give you back your soul.

"Soul…"I heard him whisper and he looked up at me, his eyes were practically glowing, I knew he was happy even if he was still emotionless. I got him free and then helped him so he was standing up. He looked around at everyone behind me.

"I'm sorry I have to do this to you again, Italy…" I said as I took my sword and lightly placed it against his chest, getting ready to plunge it through, when I heard shouting in my ear piece.

"What the fuck? YOU GUYS NEED TO GET OUT! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!" Monaco shouted, and some of the countries who had followed me started backing up into the halls but it was too late, large bangs and explosions surrounded us as pieced of the roof became to cave in and fall.

"GET DOWN!" I yelled as I slammed the sword down into the ground with me, suddenly the room was filled with a light. A light so pure white and holy, we were all blinded.

"I-is everyone alright?" I asked as I got up. I heard murmurs of 'yeses and yeahs'. I got up and helped everyone else up; it didn't look like anyone got hurt. I looked around in amazement. The sword…it protected us…. It looked as if all of the pieces of the falling roof had missed us all together. Like there was a protective bubble around us or something….

My observations were interrupted by loud, psychotic laughter. I looked over and saw America who was standing yards away.

America's POV

I laughed as I saw my brother and all his friends stared all surprised. They were such stupid idiot! I laughed again. "Hello brother!" I shouted over to him. He glared at me. "What is brother, have you ever known me not to be theatrical! Look! I blew the roof off the damn place!" I laughed again.

"That's it Alfred! We are ending this today!" He shouted back at me. I laughed.

"Oh look little brother is getting all serious," I said. "That's fine, let's put the toys away, it's just you and me now bro. And just to make sure you don't interfere," I snap my fingers, "your toys can play with mine," I said as my servants filtered in behind them.

"That's fine," Canada said, clearly angry, "but first you have to tell me where Germany is?" I laughed yet again.

"Oh Germany, yes where is Germany? Oh yes, that's right, come her Germany," I called and Germany who I ordered to hide behind a couple of tree wandered out. "Oh, that's right…I took his soul," I laughed. "I mean you send me such a wonderful gift, why would I waste it. You know he truly is a wonderful servant, I am very glad you brought him to me; I would have never gotten those bombs set up in time for the party! Thank you so, so much for sending me such a powerful and pure soul! The great Holy Roman Empire thought to be dead, but still lives as the power and feared Germany! That's like giving me two souls in one!"

"H-Holy Rome?" Italy asked as he woke up. It seemed Canada had enough time to turn him and save everyone. Oh, little brother was turning into quite the hero wasn't he?

"Oh you didn't know?" I said smiling at the scared trembling little Italian. "I mean I guess I can see why. The resemblance certainly is there, but still none of us would ever guess it was him. Well except for maybe the man who so called killed him, right France? Hiding any dirty secrets there France? Then again its France would there be any other sort of secrets with him?" I said laughing at the whole group. God, they were also so pathetic, thinking they could come here and take on a God like me.

"Shut up!" Canada screamed. "Listen, we've already agreed this fight is between you and me, alright so stop drawing more people into this, this is just you and me, right here right now, I want this to end!"

I sneered. "Alright, alright we'll play by your rules," I said as I turned and tossed a gun to Germany. "Here you go Luddy, go have your fun with them, and it wouldn't be a completely terrible thing if you happened to kill one of them, just leave Canada to me," I turned and smiled evilly at my brother. "Alright bro bring it on, I'm ready for you."

He ran towards me in hand and I ran towards back, I saw behind him as the servants fought with his precious little weakling friends. It was hard to fight something you can't kill, Canada was about to learn a little something about that right. He stepped over stones that littered the path from the explosion, as he met me in the garden. I had picked the perfect scene for this final battle. A cliff sat a few yards away with waves raging against it. The wind blew and whipped against my face and the sky way dark and warned of rain as the sky was prepared to weep for the loser, which without a doubt was going to be that stupid ass peace loving Canadian.

I smiled as he ran towards me and bared his blade to me, it was like a puppy bearing it's teeth to its teeth to an owner while the owner held a shotgun, we both knew how that would end, and Matthew was the little puppy about to get his brains blown out.

I breathed in the air. Tonight was the night the world became mine.

Two swords, one of dark one of light, brought to battle, sparks fly as they hit each other and bare the blood of the enemy, but there is always one sealed fate when these swords clash, one wielder will live and one will die and that shall decide the fate from there. This truly was the dance of ages, and a true dangerous but necessary fight to be fought by humans. The dance of the death is not one without blood spilled and is not won with a single swipe, it is a dance that feeds on the blood and suffering and feels no mourning for ones that lost.

So who will win the ultimate the sword of light or the sword of dark?

Hey guys…please don't kill me…I'm terrible at ending things, and this is actually one of my favorite stories that I have written, so I'm not sure if it is love of the story, laziness or just writer's block that kept me from writing, but dammit I'm going to finally end it and get it out of the way, as much as I love writing, I swear, I won't make you wait months for the next update, it will be soon, you have my word! And as a writer, my word is all I really have, so it shall be done!

Any guesses on how it will end? Any ideas you may have? Go ahead and write them too me ^^ I only bite on Halloween ^^!

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