A/n: I like to imagine that if England has magic, Canada has a little. Plus, in my own mind he has a lot more potential than England because he has learned other magic and stuffs. It's just kind of a personal like for his character, sorry.

~Chapter 24~

Antonio felt nothing, and turned behind him to find a purple arcane shield behind him, and a Canadian throwing Tony across the room into a stack of boxes. Matthew rushed over, Alfred shortly behind him.

"Damn, Mattie can you fix these wounds?" Alfred asked, wincing.

"Yeah, cover me. I should have enough power left." Matthew answered

"On it! Actually… Artie's on it." Alfred stated, before rushing off to the group. Antonio turned slightly sitting Lovino away from him. He strained to see his friends walking down the hall. They had gotten to them after all.

"Alright, there. That should relieve the pain. I'm going to sit over here, before I pass out. I've e-exhausted a lot of my energy." Matthew murmured.

"Arthur is healing Denmark, and Norge is keeping up shields. Antonio, finish this." Alfred said, giving him a determined look. Antonio stood up and stepped over to Tony's flung gun.

"Alfred, you and Arthur keep a look out for Lovino. Arthur, if you wouldn't mind straining a little more of your energy to heal some of Lovino's injuries, could you please? I've got a score to settle." Antonio tried not to use guns, he didn't like them. They were violent, and had always seemed unnatural in his hands. He aimed it up at Tony finding him already out of the crates and regaining his balance. He pulled out another gun from his side.

"Drastic times, calls for drastic fucking measures. I'm sure you've noticed these special guns; they were made specifically for destroying your protection." Antonio shot at him, but he dodged out of the way, dashing behind a thick beam under the walkway above and shooting back. A light blue shield absorbed a few bullets as Antonio ran, however each time the shield was hit it seemed to weaken. He jumped behind a large pile of crates and reloaded. This was going to be a challenge.

Lovino:

Lovino sat up slowly, his eyes adjusting to his surroundings. He tried to remember what had happened last, rubbing his face. Antonio…

"Antonio! Where- Norway, Denmark… England? What the hell is going on, where's Antonio!?" Lovino spotted the fight across the room. He couldn't believe he was facing Tony alone; not to mention, that they had gotten out of that other situation. He was surprised he was fighting him at all really. He knew it was unrealistic, but he had hoped he would get through to Abrielle and everything would be okay. That maybe she'd let Antonio go. Lovino couldn't quite remember what happened between then and now, but he had been taken to safety. Saved again. Damn Antonio. That beautiful fucking moron. He tried to stand, using the wall as a hold, but felt a stinging sensation in his side, and fell back to the ground. He wanted to help him, protect him, something, and now would be his chance. Lovino forced himself up and stalked past Den, and England. He noted where Tony hid behind a pillar, and where Antonio hid behind a lot of crates. Lovino watched carefully. Maybe he could sneak around, and knock Tony down? Antonio barely evaded Tony's bullets as they got closer, and increased in accuracy. He watched as Tony fell to the ground holding his arm, though he didn't seem to get hit by anything. Antonio surged out from his cover and rested his foot on his neck not dropping his gun.

"Oh, god. P-please, Don't kill me. I-I just… I wanted to avenge the one I love, please! You've got to understand that?" Lovino shuddered a little. He could tell that was true, but he didn't seem to get shot. Antonio glared down at him, then his eyes softened a moment. But it was only a moment. They hardened once more, seething with rage. Lovino was very scared, and held his breath. A voice came from the corridor opposite them.

"No! Please… Don't… Don't hurt him any more. I'll do anything, just dont kill him." Abrielle murmured, pulling her bruised and singed self into the open warehouse room. Antonio looked at Abrielle, seemingly contemplating his decision. His eyes softened, and he stepped off of Tony. Lovino felt horrible. He'd put her in this position again. He wanted to leave, but just leaving would make him the monster she thought he was. He stepped forward as he began talking.

"Norge, put down the shields and go heal Abrielle. Abrielle... all I want is for you to leave this revenge behind. I'm really sorry I took those choices away from you. And I'm not going to change the ones you've made. I was a real shit head. But this is your future. If you want to continue with mafioso business, that's fine. I don't know if you'd want this, but you could even operate legally like other branches of the mafia as long as you don't hurt good people. I'm sure you wouldn't. I can't fucking change what I have done, but I can make a promise. I promise you can live how you want to. Just let go of the revenge, and violence. I know you really want to kill me, but you can't, because you're not evil. You're too kind a soul." Lovino finished, now standing next to Antonio. He watched her hesitantly accept Norways help. She didn't look at him for what felt like a long time. When she did, all the anger had dissapated from her eyes. She opened her mouth to answer him, and nobody could've expected what happened next. Surely not Lovino as he felt a sudden surge of pain, and met the floor very soon after. He and the floor were better friends than ever.