Chapter 17:

Sorry for updating so late, I've had so much going on in my life it's not even funny. Of course I have to deal with college-level schoolwork, but it's much more than that.

I'm not one to tell people on the internet about my personal life, but I want to dedicate this chapter to my uncle, my mom's brother and her only brother, who passed away on October 27th from Stage 4 colon cancer. He was a big part of my life and my brother's.

Anyhow, this will be part 1 and hopefully I can get part 2 done by the end of this year. Or it could change, who knows what will happen.

ENJOY!

Multiple alarms buzzed at midnight. Everyone rubbed their eyes from the makeshift cots as they get off them to prepare within the next hour. The whole warehouse was filled with unrecognizable voices, sounds, and yelling from all directions. All of the boys have on fingerless gloves and mid-arm gauntlets which all of them have a little spot for their flag.

The last one to get up was Germany. Piercing blue eyes stared up into the ceiling and the only thing he could feel was the rising and falling of his chest. This is the day. Brother.

After pondering for a few seconds, that seemed almost endless, he finally dusted himself and stood up like a proud militant. As he looks onto a broken mirror and slicks back his hair, nothing could leave his mind except the battle ahead. Many nations banding together to just fight one nation. This is not like the other wars I have been in. Millions of citizen's lives lost. This is different, it's not just one nation. One nation who was able to get others wrapped around his finger. Our closest friends.

Italy bursted into the room and broke Germany's contemplation. "Germany! Why aren't you with us?"

"Oh, that's right. I didn't know how long I was. I'll be there in a moment." As Italy left to be with the others, Germany finished up by slipping on black jeans and combat boots. He presumed to leave, but something hit him like a ton of bricks. The Greatcoat and dagger. He puts it on fast and runs out to see all of the other nations smiling. Except one wasn't as ecstatic.

Concern and fear filled Lithuania's head, "I can only wish that everything will work out in the end. I'll take Belarus on another date. She really deserves one." His face shuddered at the thought of fighting her.

Blonde hair and green eyes were forced right into Lithuania's face, "Come on Liet, you can't think like that. It's not going to help you or anyone. Remember, besides having me, you got everyone else backing you up. Everything is going to be just fine."

The petulant south Italian tried all of his might to appear mature and not let his anger show. "I know most of the time I get pretty darn mad about things, but this is not the time. It's no longer about whose revenge we want, but redemption for everyone. Antonio, please forgive me if you can."

All of a sudden, time hit them as Germany tilted his head and looked at a nearby clock, "Ladies and gentlemen, time to go."

They all dispersed into one giant circle. Norway stepped towards the centered and tipped his head downwards ready to chant an incantation. "Here, let me summon some of my magical friends to get us there."

Predominantly, Iceland was still creeped out by his older brothers "talents" and he was very uncomfortable, "Okay fine."

Norway slowed his breath down and slowly chanted, "By the inhabitants that live as apparitions and spirits, I summon thee." Multiple gates opened along with multiple nisse. One recognized his owner as Germany tagged along with Norway. As soon as he got on, he ultimately realized the severity of it all. "It's a shame that the final battle will take place in my home turf. Gilbert, brother, I'm coming for you."

As the nations were being swiftly carried towards Berlin, some of them took the opportunity to take a nap. Sealand barely slept a wink and the only thing that could calm his nerves down was a little, cute stuffed teddybear. However, that gave Germany the opportunity to let all of his doubts and concerns outside of the battle field.

The thought of a battle between fellow comrades and friends. Russia and Belarus, I feel really bad for you guys. Spain, you mean so much towards Romano and that in turn affects Italy. Austria and Hungary, you two will be back together, but in peace and harmony. France, you may be a bit of a perv, but all of us enjoy your company. Canada, everything will go back the way it's supposed to be.

He sighed for a brief period of time. The only thing he could hear was the wind and his thoughts.

Gilbert, older brother, I will vanquish all of that dread that is holding you down and I promise that you will never feel lonely again.

The nations quickly approached Berlin and Latvia used a pair of binoculars to look on ahead, "Wait a second guys. No you have got to be kidding me."

This can't be right, why are they here this early? We were supposed to be there first.

His binoculars almost fell off as he ran to the closest edge of the nisse yelling, "Germany, they're already here!" Unfortunately, he revealed their location.

"Canada, ready, aim, fire!" Those words came from Prussia on the snowy and windy grounds of Berlin as Canada honed in his skills and a bullet from his Lee-Enfield rifle whipped right by Latvia's blond, fluffy hair.

"Sūdi!" He ducked, "Ok, you asked for it." In a turn of events, he pulled out his Korovin pistol and fired his own round.

As the bullet's velocity travelled downward, Spain took his Halberd and struck it at the right angle to aim at Germany.

Thankfully, Germany ducked from it, but suddenly Canada lurched forward into the air, "Take this you maple bastard!" As he tried to fire another round, the strong German put so much force in his front kick into Canada's stomach. It appeared that Canada fell down back to the ground.

Latvia knew it was a trap, "Germany, watch out!" His hands started trembling as he couldn't move fast enough. A shadow appeared right around the Latvian's neck and he felt a hand on top of his head, "You little piece of worthless trash, don't you dare try to test me. I'll have Russia snap your little, insufficient neck and he'll hang you by his scarf."

A couple of painful minutes passed by and little Latvia was just frightened. "Oh, Latvia, your hair is so fluffy. I wonder what would happen if I ripped it out of your head?"

"ENOUGH!" As Latvia freed himself from the mysterious shadow it was too late for him to do anything as it dissipated right in front of his face. The shadow floated right behind Germany. White hair and red eyes quickly slithered from the shadow right behind his neck. England noticed it not too far behind and tried to warn him, "Germany! Behind you!"

Just as Germany turned around, he met with a black foot right in the face. "You bastard brother!" His blonde hair fell out of place as he plummeted towards the ground.

"No, it's not going to end like this. This isn't a fair fight." England knew something quick must be done, "I'm not going to let an ally of mine get hurt this early." A spell book was under his cloak, "Dark magic, allow me this one time to use it for something great. Please, make sure my friend is safe." A black aura surrounded his bright, green eyes.

"You will not interfere with my большой брат." A Vorpal blade suddenly flew through the air, "What the bloody hell? Belarus!" The blade slashed over his pale skin and broke his concentration. "No, Germany!"

Nothing could be heard in the dense, foggy air. The only thing Germany could hear was just the wind. His hair tussled all over and he finally hit with reality as he crashed into the ground. Hard. He couldn't do anything. His lifeless body was covered by the snow and fog. Just a couple feet away, he heard some footsteps. Are they my friends or my enemies? I can't tell. I can't even move.

"It's about time that the German learns what pain truly is." Austria slowly approached Germany and secretly revealed a needle full of black liquid, "Don't worry, you'll just feel a prick. Nothing more and nothing less."

"I don't think so! I'm sorry. I won't another friend fall victim to that." Switzerland yelled as he ran off his nisse and took his weapon of choice to bunt it right into his former friend's face. It forced Austria to back off and knocked him out of his senses for a little. This gave the window of opportunity for Switzerland to get Germany back onto his feet, "Come on man, wakeup." Blue eyes slowly opened against the cold, frozen snow with a blurry vision of seeing his friends ultimately landing onto solid ground.

The only thing he could see was auburn hair with a familiar curl and barely heard a familiar voice, "Germany are you okay?" He helped his friend right back onto his feet as he groaned a little, "I've been better," His vision finally got clearer and he was able to see his brother head on, "you know, brother, that was a real cheap shot."

Red eyes gleamed with pride and glory. Prussia couldn't resist the urge to laugh, "That's what makes things interesting."

Suddenly and unexpectedly, amongst Prussia's bantering, Greece shot at at the needle in Austria's hand with a M162A Automatic Rifle.

Black blood tainted the pure white snow and Austria's coat. He scoffed as he pulled out a handkerchief, "Really Greece? I thought you were supposed to be the one who likes to sleep all the time. Lazy fool."

Most of the time Greece liked to sleep a lot, but he had to put himself on the line to help his comrades. "Say what you want, but I'm here to stop you and the others."

The mood was completely silent. Of course, Prussia's loud voice and personality broke it, "My my, what have I done? This is just too much I just can't contain it." He found the whole thing to be amusing.

His laughter was sickening to everyone. However, Turkey's rage, even behind his mask, was felt. His body tightened up and his tone matched as well, "Can't you understand that your excuses are the cause of all of this? I'm sick and tired of this."

Another dagger was hidden under Prussia's coat and he kept on tossing it into the air waiting for time to pass, "I wish I can answer your question, but I won't. It's time that all of you are killed today, I'm getting bored."

Glasses gleamed white as the snow, Estonia's pale blonde hair tussled in the wind, "All of this talk about your spell that will 'kill us' has been rendered meaningless. I can see through your façade, all of it. You like to use psychological tactics to get us scared and try to step up on the ladder. The strongest will survive regarding your theory. No, a person who thinks logically will always win. You're careless and don't follow things through to the end."

Austria finished cleaning his coat and readjusted his glasses. It seemed very natural to always prim himself and, "Can't all of you take Prussia seriously? The spell has been in effect when you arrived. Your immortality means nothing anymore. You see, any wound that any of you are inflicted with will be permanent and cannot be reversed. How can you deny that Estonia? Let's see if you can outwit me."

All of the nations shuddered in fear except one. Piercing blue eyes and glasses gleamed as Sweden firmly grasped a weapon he used before. The Viking sword of his country and age. He tilted his head downwards and prepared himself, "Whether or not Austria what you said was true, I'm here for Germany to stop you."

A sound of the sword being removed from the scabbard could be heard as Sweden suddenly lurched forward towards Austria.

No one expected Finland to chase after him. Germany couldn't do anything, "Finland, stop! This is foolish!"

It didn't matter to him anymore. The only thing on Finland's mind was to keep his closest friends safe, "Sweden stop!"

Finland wasn't fast enough to catch up to Sweden as he attempted to throw a right hook. All of Sweden's force and strength was put into this one punch and completely dropped his sword along the way, into Austria's face. The trajectory of that mere punch, allowed Austria to gracefully avoids the hook, and secretly hidden in his coat was another needle and injected the contents into Sweden's hip.

As Finland ran, everyone else followed behind him. The sudden injection forced Sweden to kneel on the ground and he coughed incessantly. Finland could taste the bitterness of the air, "Berwald, Are you okay?"

"I've been better." His limbs were stiff and he tried to stand up, but the pain was too much for him to handle. Germany was frightened by Sweden's appearance, "Finland, make sure Sweden is safe."

Finland nodded, but Russia's face was full of malicious content. His smile wide and eyes narrowed, he focused all of his eye contact onto Germany. "So Germany, great conqueror, is this going to happen for this battle? One of you idiots comes running and we will hit you one by one until all of you can't stand up anymore. As Prussia said, we want this battle to be fun. It's no fun, I want to enjoy seeing people suffer at my hands," He paused and realized something. A special message for everyone to witness. He snapped his fingers, "Could I have your attention please? I would all like to present to you a gift from Belarus and I."

Her younger sister was quite shocked, "Oh big brother, what is it? I want to know."

His oversized hands were delicately placed on her porcelain skin, briskly touching her platinum blonde hair. He gently caressed her chin and leaned into her for a passionate kiss. The sight of two siblings showing romantic affection made Ukraine sick, "Russia stop! This is disgusting. You, me, and Belarus, we're siblings. This is not natural."

She tried with all of her willpower to intervene. It was nightmarish. However, that was not the case with Spain. "You know Ukraine, now that I've thought about it for sometime, seeing two siblings hold each other so romantically makes me happy. I'll make sure that you and the others don't interrupt their love."

Romano couldn't believe what he just heard. All of his anger trickled throughout his body, but he knew that it wasn't right. He needed to remain calm and reserved. Nonetheless, it bothered him greatly to see a different side of his closest friend, "Spain, enough."

All of the arguing rived on Hungary's nerves and tried to ignore, what she believed, were minor and insignificant statements, "I've had enough from you Romano. Prussia would you please?" She stepped away from Austria and leaned on Prussia to give him a kiss.

"Fine, fine. Enough talking, let the real battle begin. And, it starts with you Liechtenstein. Latvia could I borrow your gun?"

The two younger nations gasped, "What?" A black aura surrounded Latvia's gun and he tried with all of his might to not let go. Prussia's telepathic power was too strong and Latvia lost grip of the gun. The gun swiftly traveled right into Prussia's hand and he fired a bullet point blank into Liechtenstein's head.

The sudden impact flung her lifeless, tiny body. Her pretty purple ribbon untied and flew away right into her brother's hand. A simple ribbon felt warm and comforting, but stirred Switzerland into rage. "No little sister! You bastards!" Hot tears strolled down his face while he fired with his K31 while holding her ribbon. As Spain ran over to intercept the bullet with his Halberd, Latvia took off his coat and lied it on Liechtenstein's chest. "Lichtenstein, if you can hear me, I'm right here. I will protect you, your big brother is busy right now fighting for you. He's such a wonderful brother to have. I wish I could have someone that strong to defend for me." The blood from her head seeped into the snow and Latvia gently held her head while he softly singed a familiar folk song to keep himself calm.

I just know that Germany must win. For once, I can believe in someone who's stronger and more confident than me. Please, you need to win for Lili's sake. I'll be right by here until we're the last ones standing.

Wow! It's been way too long since I've updated and I loved how this chapter went. Man, I gave Latvia some awesome parts here. He deserves the spotlight every now and then. Poor Liechtenstein, she was innocent and Prussia thinks he can play with people who he deems as worthless and weak. Nope, just wait until Germany deserves justice, but will Germany be able to bring himself to terms and serve the right justice?

Quick author's notes:

Greece's weapon is the M162A Automatic Rifle, a special weapon used in the Hellenic Army, the army for Greece.

The Swedish Viking sword is a sword that was used, obviously, throughout the Viking era. It's quite awesome to look at when you have the chance to google it, with a massive 32 inch blade! Wow!

Hoped everyone enjoyed this chapter! Please R&R! ^_^