Sorry for updating late!

For chapter 15, I will finish the Holy Rome and Chibitalia segment. I thought it would be appropriate to finish this before the last couple of chapters which will be the final fight.

I'm sorry if you were hoping to see what happened next with the major nations.

Holy Rome wallowed in pain and distress from the near shadow of Charles V. He continued to cover his eye. After a couple of moments, he lowered his hand. It trailed along his baby face and the soft evergreen. "Italy, please smile. That's the best thing you can do for me now."

More black shadows swallowed him and the transformation took full form.

Chibitalia was mortified to see his best friend changing into something he feared most. A monster. He uttered, "No this can't be happening."

He was all worked up and terrified that someone had an ability to change a person's personality and soul. Charles V chuckled and found it satisfying and pleasing to him. This made Chibitalia disgusted and made him angry. "Charles V, why have you done this to Holy Rome? He's my best friend and you treating him like this is just cruel."

The little, adolescent meant nothing to Charles V, "You mortal couldn't possibly understand the power I have. I only gave this pitiful earthling a fraction of my power."

"Whatever power you gave him is meaningless and worthless; one person doesn't drive on shear power, but support from people that care about him." This whole time Holy Rome was deadly quiet and that frightened Chibitalia even more.

"You want to tell me then that friendship conquers all? Bonds between man must never exist, the power of god shall decide who lives or dies."

With of all his might in his tiny little body, he tried to convince Charles V otherwise. "But God doesn't punish people like that easily. Only people who have committed sins and not confess for them are punished. Holy Rome realized his mistake and wants to make up for in. In fact, I don't blame him," Chibitalia pointed his finger and yelled, "I blame you for everything that's happened!"

"Hold your tongue. How dare you talk to a former ruler. I have drove this country into great success and you think you can do a damn thing to me. You insolent little piece of trash called a boy. Devil would be more precise to exemplify you and your actions."

Whatever Chibitalia tried didn't work, but he stuck up for his best friend to the very end. "Sticks and stones may brake my bones, but words won't hurt me. I will drive your power out of Holy Rome's body." Hidden in his pristine white robe was a sword known to legend, the Condottiere. He nervously pulled it out. Ok, I know I can do this. Holy Rome, friend, I will save you.

In a matter of a flash, he forced his legs forward and yelled his way over to Charles V. "Take that you bastard!"

The once-former ruler was not amused. He raised his hand in the air and flicked his finger at Chibitalia. The little Italian flew and crashed onto the ground. "While he's down, finish him."

Black and purple shadows clouded Holy Rome's sword from the ground and floated into his hand. He stared at the sword while Charles V whispered, "Take this blade and eliminate him for good."

More black fabric hid his face, "Yes my lord." He started to walk forward and stopped suddenly.

"I the Holy Roman Empire cast my existence as a country. Right now, I consider myself as a fellow commoner who has committed sins beyond mercy. I shall raise this sword and stain this sword with my own blood." As he raised the sword in the air, despair filled his face as he cried, "Italy, I'm so sorry. I love you."

"No Holy Rome!" Chibitalia groaned in agony as he ran. Tiny little feet couldn't carry him far enough by the time Holy Rome stabbed the sword though his hear.

He went limp and blood dripped down towards his face. His best friend tried to get some sort of reaction out of him. "No this cannot be! How is something like this possible?"

When Holy Rome stabbed himself, Charles V yelled in rage and that gave Chibitalia the perfect opportunity. "Maybe you'll think after this."

He held the Condottiere again and, this time, speared it into ruler's head.

"No!" All of the shadows dissipated and Holy Rome returned to normal with his babyish features. Chibitalia was relieved as he dropped it to the ground making as it made a plinking noise.

"No, this can't be happening." He ran to him and held his friend's hand. His pulse started to fade away and tears formed. "You can't die like this, you would've died if your people were gone. Why did you cast away your existence?"

Blue eyes twitched a little, "It was the only way to expel the evil dark force inside my body. Plus, I wanted to let you know that I can finally rest in peace."

"Oh Holy Rome." More tears fell from his face as the pulse came to a standstill. One of his tears landed on Holy Rome's forehead and a glimmering whitish-yellow glow appeared around their bodies.

"Your tears can purify anything. No," Holy Rome finally awoke and tightened his grip, "it's your soul that is pure. Italy, I really appreciate everything that you have done."

A wide smile was on Chibitalia's face and he exclaimed in pure delight. "Holy Rome, you mean so much to me, I can't ever see this world without you. Here let me help you out, a doctor has to look at your wounds. I will help explain everything that has happened."

As the sun set down, they walked towards the horizon holding each other's hands.

So cute!

This story is going to reach it's end soon.

Thanks so much and please R&R! ^_^