Chapter 4

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Those belong to Andrew Hussie and Hidekaz Himaruya, respectively.

"What just happened?" America wondered aloud as he walked out of the building the meeting took place in. He was confused as to what the Hell he just walked out of. He had sort of blacked out for a few minutes and when he came to, the meeting was in a state of absolute pandemonium. He walked a bit further on, until he got to a bench and sat down. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what exactly had transpired. That was the most chaotic he had seen a meeting since the summer of '82… so he had just left, since there was no way anything remotely productive was going to happen now.

"What the bloody Hell was that!" An angry voice from behind him pulled him out of his musings, and he turned around to meet the angry glare of the Brit behind him. France was a little ways behind him and America thought he saw someone else, but passed it off as part of his imagination.

"Oh, hey England!" America responded, as cheerful as ever, seemingly immune to the other's tone. "That was some meeting wasn't it. Almost reminds you of '82…"

All four countries suddenly looked up nostalgically into the distance at the mention of the past meeting, until England snapped out of it and brought everyone back to the present with, "Some meeting? You call that some meeting? You showed up late, goofed around, and then delivered the most bloody brilliant and inspirational speech ever, of all time!"

"Whoa, calm down, dude!" America responded, startled at England's reaction. "What are you talking about, me giving a speech? I don't remember that. Actually, I don't remember anything that happened from when I went up to the podium until the room was in all chaotic. Weird, huh?" That stopped England. Whatever answer he was expecting, it wasn't that.

"What do you mean when you said that you didn't remember anything?"

"I mean, it's like there's just a sort of black void where you're supposed speech would be."

"That is strange," France chimed in, tired of being a spectator. "And now that I think about it, his eyes did look kind of blank."

"Yeah, but when do they not look like that?" England said.

"True."

"Hey!"

"Well guys, I don't know about you, but to me this sounds like black magic!" England said, shouting the last words with a devilish smirk on his face and a black cloak appearing on his shoulders.

Both France and America sighed.

"It's not magic, dude." America said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, the other option is that you were possessed by spirits." England smirked, knowing he had won.

"Alright, let's go with your weird majyyks theory!' America said hurriedly, his face pale.

"Perfect!" England said. "To the basement!"

America: Facepalm X1

-Superhero time skip music-

As the plane touched down on the runway, America woke with a jolt. He had dreamt on Prospit again, this time learning about God Tier, Quest Beds, and more about his class of a Knight. He also learned about the Sacrificial Slabs hidden within the core of the planet, and how they were used as a sort of backup God Tier mechanism. America pushed Prospit to the side though, as he looked over to the seats across from him and saw England and France bickering yet again. He considered telling them about his dreams and Prospit and all he had learned, but they were too deep into their argument and it probably wouldn't do any good to try and stop them now. America sighed and prepared to disembark the plane, not even noticing that the empty seat beside him actually contained a familiar face.

-Time skip again-

The nations had finally arrived at England's house and he was making them research spell books that none of them cared about, for an answer that probably wasn't even there, and it was well past midnight. Needless to say, the countries were pissed.

"Angleterre, we're not going to find anything. You're black magic theory is a load of crap. I need my beauty sleep." France complained, tired of reading books all night.

"Oh, shut up, Frog! It's not like you have a better idea! And what would you know abouit magic anyway?" England retorted. America sighed, knowing where this was going, and brought a hand to his face.

"Actually, I do know a thing or two about magic. And at least I know how to cook without setting fire to anything I come into contact with." France said, not missing an opportunity to insult his rival's cooking.

England gasped. "You take that back, you cheesy monkey!"

"Never! So it has been said, and so it shall be!"

"Stupid, bloody Frog!" England said, standing and drawing his sword, tired and fed up with France.

"Black sheep of Europe!" France said, also standing and drawing his rapier, preparing to duel.

America: Facepalm X2 Combo

The two blades clashed together, the sound of connecting metal reverberating throughout the basement. It was an intense match, with both nations of about equal skill.

America: Facepalm X3 Combo

Canada reaches over to place a hand on your face to complete this gesture, but you are completely unaware of his presence.

Canada, sick of the arguing and sword fighting, stood up and edged toward the two dueling rivals, wary of their blades and trying to gain their attention. Finally, he just shouted, "Please! Stop!"

France turned towards the somewhat familiar sound he had heard, and in his moment of hesitation, got his sword knocked out of his grasp. Said sword then flew across, and with an audible thump, landed dead center, right in America's heart.

"GAME OVER KID."

Author's Note:

I know, I know, I'm cruel *devilish smirk*. Doesn't update for two weeks and then gives you that ending. Sorry! Please don't hurt me! In all reality though, I am truly sorry for the wait, although not for the ending :] Don't worry though, I do have a plan ;) Anyway, since I forgot this before, let me say this now- Thank you to AzamiBlossom, Anime Alert, Guest, and Who knows for reviewing! I appreciate it so much and would love if more people reviewed, not to sound greedy. To TheFandomMaster : You damn Communist. I better leave now though, before you start hunting me down, so this is Rouge, signing off. Bye! ^u^