Chapter 13

Great the chapter that's meant to be unlucky, but I will get past that hopefully XDD.

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A silver sword shadowed Chibitalia's face as he screamed in terror. The only thing he heard was Holy Rome screaming, "Well then, let us see if you can see my soul after this!" Thankfully, the slash only ripped up his clothes a little. No single droplet of blood stained his beautiful white robe. "Please stop! Whatever power you were given is going to kill you!"

Holy Rome looked at his best friend, or even closest companion, and dropped the sword. "I wasn't given the power, the power already dwelled inside of me. I was just too weak to use it. So in order for me to unleash it, not only did I steal that vase, but I did murder a human being. It was all me! What are you going to do about that? You think God can give me mercy now?"

A face full of despair, guilt, and agony could only be covered from such tiny, child-like hands. No one could understand him; however, Chibitalia did understand him.

"Holy Rome! When were you ever weak?"

His black robes blocked off his face and all emotions he elicited. "Huh?"

"Listen to me, you are the strongest person I know. Everything you did for me when you left not only made me more independent, but you gave me courage I never had before. You even chased a rat and made sure that I was safe. Please Holy Rome, you are risking your life for hundreds of people in Italy."

Holy Rome was shocked beyond belief. He was in desperate need of comfort. "Well, I." His pause caused him to grab his forehead in pain. Chibitalia thought it was a bad migraine.

"What am I expected to do? Just stand there when you know others in front of you have died beforehand? The shear amount of losses I endured are thinning the lines of reality and fantasy." The blond little nation kicked his sword with a vigorous kick. All of his suffering and isolation left him broken.

He continued on while he shook his head in discontent. It was all too much for Chibitalia to see his friend suffer like that. Out of the blue, Holy Rome was met with baby-soft lips. "Why did you kiss me?"

Chibitalia kissed him delicately, like before, and teared. "It saddens me when you are so upset about so many things. Listen, let me come with you and I will help clarify everything that has happened."

"That sounds like a great idea." For once, Holy Rome smiled.

The two walked back to the heart of Italy holding hands and with brimming smiles. While they walked, Holy Rome stopped. Chibitalia got concerned and muttered incoherent noises. Incoherent noises turned into shrieks as Holy Rome kneeled down in pain and grabbed his forehead again.

"Holy Rome, are you okay?"

Holy Rome stood up, but he staggered a little. One of his breathtaking baby-blue eyes turned into a bright red color and his hair partly changed into a black color. In horror, he covered his eye so Chibtitalia wasn't scared again. "I beg of you, take my like away from me. Who knows what kind of damage I can manage to create."

A demonic voice was heard underneath Holy Rome's plea. As the country of Italy progressed, history changed. From 1591, the countries of the Holy Roman Empire and Italy were governed by one man, Charles V. His shadow overpowered Holy Rome and spoke for him. "Do not let this young mortal stop your goal. Murder those who stand in your way. Maul them all down. Kill him where he stands with your blade. Take hold of the sword again and let his blood give you the extra incentive to rid this world of the weaklings that make the world decay each and everyday. Holy Roman Empire, you will start the world anew."

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Hungary's aura astounded everyone else. She calmly and disturbingly muttered, "I was called a whore. Ha. Ha. Haha."

Her laughter caused great concerned. England slowly approached her to get her back onto her feat. "Elizeveta, you need to gather yourself before you go batty."

She swiped his hand away and looked at them angrily. "What difference does it make? I couldn't save Roderich and there is no way in hell that even God will not forgive me for not following his words." A crate was nearby as she kicked it into smitherines. "Heck, I couldn't even hit France with my skillet. I'm a woman for crying out-loud, what values are supposed to be placed on us? You men can do whatever you want without giving a damn and I always end up getting the short end of the stick."

More tears filled her face. Italy, who knew her the best as a tiny little country, tried to help her to the best of his ability. Just like England, he walked towards her to give her a hug or some sort of consolidation. "Hungary, I've never seen you so upset. It must be hard for a guy like me to understand a woman's feeling. Not just me, but all of the other guys here."

The blonde Baltic nation adjusted his glasses, "Hungary, everything will be alright. If you don't want to fight, we can all understand your reasoning."

Long brown, angel-like hair clouded her face as she screamed, "No. No. No!" She acted erratically by slamming her fists into more crates. All of the other nations gasped in horror.

"Why are you deteriorating like this?" Japan stood in front of another crate to stop her and looked at her seriously.

America stood right next to his best friend to back him out. "Let us help you out man."

England smacked America in the back of his head for being rude and inconsiderate.

When Hungary heard the word "man," she snapped her head right at the American. "Man?" A skillet was hidden under her apron and she whipped it out in front of him. America was frightened and tried to stop her fury. "Sorry, word vomit. I didn't mean to insult you like that." He tried to be kind and gently by putting his hand on her shoulder as an apology, but a dagger whipped across the room and slashed the top of his hand. Ouch!

China looked where the dagger came from and, of course, he saw France and his entourage again. "Those guys again? Are you kidding me? Leave Hungary alone."

Japan aided to America's wound. "You guys are completely outnumbered. Don't even try something foolish."

Before France thew another dagger, he realized something, "Oh crap. My aiming is off today. Too bad." The bad guys slowly approached towards Hungary.

Their main leader smiled cruelly at them and laughed. "You think numbers can beat us? Heck, I can crush all of you under my hand right now. However, I think it is fun to delay your downfall."

All of his words of violence and anguish made Liechtenstein upset. She stepped in front of her older brother to prove her point. "Prussia please stop. Too many people have been injured. I don't want to see anyone else in pain or misery."

Spain stood directly next to Prussia with the Halberd and quickly dashed with the blade right close to her neck.

Switzerland fumbled with his K31 to protect her, "Little sister!"

"No." She looked back at him to reassure him. "I can manage this by myself." The Spaniard's red aura intensified his malicious simper.

"Are you willing to behead a young lady? If you want to, do it right now." The other nations exclaimed in disbelief. Horrible thoughts rushed through her brother's head. What is she doing? She's crazy.

Not only what she did was dangerous, but brilliant enough that made Spain back off a little bit. However, Spain changed his route towards Hungary where she kneeled. Poland stepped in front to guard her, "You want to mess with me?" He pulled a cocky smile like he always did, but Hungary did the unthinkable. She smacked him with the skillet and he hit the ground hard. Lithuania ran on over, "Poland are you okay?"

He put his hand on his back as he looked at Hungary with frustration. She had the nerve to walk on over to Prussia.

The whole commotion made Germany think on his toes, but too hastily. He stepped in between the two to stop her. "Enough! If you want Hungary, take me instead."

"This same song and dance again brother?" Albino red eyes leveled with bright blue eyes, "Honestly, no one ever listens to you. Now then, if you wouldn't mind, get lost." With the skillet still in her hand, she smacked Germany too (In the back of the head of course).

Italy ran over to him. "Germany are you okay?"

While Germany was down, Turkey, Sweden, and England attempted to stop Hungary however Prussia snapped his fingers to send Spain, France, and Canada to take care of them. The three pinned them down on their shoulders and the other nations were placed under a straining spell that pinned them to the floor.

Prussia caressed her chin and tasseled with her hair. "Oh my sweet Elizeveta. Let me join you and Austria back together, but under my rule. You understand?"

She nodded her head. Finally, I'll be able to be with my love again. I don't have to worry anymore.

Her silence was the next step for Prussia. He put his hand on her head and kissed her. As he kissed Germany yelled, "No. Please. Reconsider." Germany's bantering was not enough to stop Prussia's full kiss. Everyone else was horrified. They all screamed, "Hungary!"

Before he pressed his lips against her soft lips, he gasped for a second to slow down his breath to chant, "Elizeveta Hedervary, you will be a great asset to my team. Not only do your physical appearances of a woman, but your manly instincts will set them apart from anything else." The aura intensified to a green candy apple color and her delicate apron turned a black color. Black was the new red for Prussia and his crew. After her transformation she finally stood with her husband and hugged in relief. In return Austria, forcefully, grasped her waist and kissed her hard. He cocked his head back to the "losers."She walks to where Austria is standing and hugs him. In return, Austria kisses her on the lips and cocks his head back to where the "losers" are.

"Honestly, you guys have no chance against the seven of us."

Russia rubbed his hand against the drywall and smashed a hole in it to grab a water pipe. He held it down towards his thigh with a tight grip and raised it in the air towards Germany's head. "You should all just go home before we have to kill you."

One nation thought otherwise, it was Estonia of course. "Technically we are countries so we can't die from physical attacks."

The water pipe frayed against blonde hair and knocked his glasses off. Russia crouched right by his head, "How about I chop your head off? What will happen then?"

The three that held Turkey, Sweden, and England down walked away and Prussia continued his spell onto them. Canada realized that Russia could foil Prussia's plan, so he took the water pipe away. "It is time." All of a sudden, France sneaked up on Canada and gave him his own country's kiss. The quiet nation wiped off the saliva and was disgusted. If there's any country I'll give a what for, it would be the perv. But I guess for right now, I'll punish him severely after Prussia's plan is complete.

Prussia snickered, "This is absolutely fantastic!" As they all left through the same portal, the spell was lifted.

I personally like this chapter. No, Hungary!

If you are all wondering who will be the next target, that's it.

So just a recap:

1st: Canada

2nd: France

3rd: Belarus

4th: Spain

5th: Austria

6th: Russia

7th: Hungary

If you can figure out the reasons why I picked them (Not just because of the pairings from here), free virtual cake is your prize and internet hi-fives as well.

Thank you so much guys! Please R&R! ^_^