Ch. 37 Ultimate Fights
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There is an old saying near the US-Canadian border; there is nothing more epic than and seeing a Brooklyn Rage v. Hockey Rage fight.
It's rumored to be even cooler than a bar fight between an Irishmen and a Scotsman.
The twins were accidentally the ones responsible for this epic showdown.
It started after the Burning of York and the White House.
The teens would get seriously drunk, meet up at a bar near their borders and beat the Hell out of each other.
As they matured they agree that this was reckless and decided to try and work out their differences in a civilized manner.
…
And if that didn't work then they would beat the Hell out of each other.
Try as they might to keep these private…one day they were discovered.
The UN members were in silent shock at the scene before them. Just moments ago Alfred had been yelling at them to shut up and actually listen to Matt's idea on what to do about global warming when he told his nearly invisible twin to stop being a pansy and speak up.
Then everything went pear shaped.
A skillet went flying out of nowhere and decked Alfred right in the head. Then right after it was the angry Canadian.
Alfred snapped into what Lithuania could only describe as 'Brooklyn Rage' and went New Yorker on his brother. In a matter of seconds the two brothers were in a brawl that made Arthur's brother Alistar freak out and hide behind Gilbert, who was hiding behind Feliciano and Ludwig.
That's how epic it was.
Shirts were ripped off, knuckles were bleeding, and Francis was pretty damn sure the Matt bashed his brother's head through the wall so hard you could see through it.
"They'll tire out soon." Roderich commented.
-Three Hours Later-
The fight was still going strong. The entire floor was in ruins except for the room were the other Nations had barricaded themselves.
Arthur sighed.
"This calls for extreme measures."
Francis paled. "You don't' mean-"
"No! Not her aru!" Yao screamed and hugged his siblings close to him.
"Let go…" Kiku choked as he tried to loosen the man's grip.
"She'll kill them!"
"SHE'LL KILL US!"
Ivan just smiled and hit a number on his phone's speed dial. "I'll call her, da."
Tino and Berwald had no idea who the others were talking about, but for some reason they had the urge to beat Ivan into a bloody pulp, or in Tino's case run his down with his sleigh.. repeatedly. So did the other Nordics for some reason.
Ivan was talking in rapid Russian on his phone. The person on the other side said something that made him blush.
Now the Nordics really wanted to hurt him without knowing why.
"She is coming."
A minute later the sounds of fighting stopped…and were replaced by screams of horror and fear, gunshots, and two loud thuds.
They opened the door…only to see a hooded figure dragging the twins away, and leaving a trail of blood.
The figure paused and turned to them. All they could see was the lower half of the person's face under the hood.
"See you tonight."
The nations all had the same thought.
Ivan was dating the devil.