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"K-kill them?" stammered Arthur, completely rattled by the command.
"Yes, that's what I just said," barked Dark Britain, vexed at having to repeat himself. "I don't want to waste anymore magic, so I need you to do it for me." He tapped his foot impatiently and looked at his counterpart expectantly.
The other Briton shifted his weight nervously. "Is there another way?"
His question just infuriated Dark Britain, who exclaimed, "Another way? Leniency is for the weak!" At Arthur's hesitation, he continued, "Do you want to know the solution for our decline? I have come across a spell that can restore my powers and even increase them tenfold! All it requires is the body of a dead nation, but not just any nation. It has to be one of the most powerful, one of the G8, and America is the perfect one! The spell allows me to absorb all of his strength and resources in order to save my country. Once I gain all of his strength, Britain will be the strongest nation in this entire world. Don't you want that? I only need one body; you can have the other to save yourself! Didn't you say you'd do whatever it takes to save your nation? We both need this. So man the bloody hell up and kill them!"
Arthur was so shocked at his outburst that he felt like he was paralyzed. He never imagined it would come to this. It was true that he said that he would save his nation no matter the consequences, but he did not know that he would have to kill someone else! But if he did not do this, his nation would fade away forever…
Alfred, recalcitrant as ever, remained guarding his trapped counterpart. They were both alarmed at Dark Britain's exclamation, and Alfred gulped. The lunatic was going to use his counterpart's body to suck out his essence? He had been in a situation like this before, at the mercy of Arthur. Back then, the Briton did not pull the trigger, but this time was different because his whole nation was at stake. Was this really the end for him? Was he really going to die at the hands of his big brother? The one who had raised him as a kid?
Eyes wide, Arthur looked back and forth between Alfred and Dark Britain indecisively, but when his gaze lingered on Alfred's one last time, the American braced himself. In that moment, he seriously thought his life was over, so he was astonished when he heard Arthur say, "No."
"Excuse me?" yelled Dark Britain, outraged. "Fine! I'll do it myself!" With that, he turned towards the Americans, raising his arm.
"I won't let you hurt my brother!" shouted Arthur. After all that he had been through with Alfred, he could not bring himself to kill him or watch him die. Sure, he was often annoyed by the American and his reckless habits, but deep down inside, they would always be brothers. So, just as Dark Britain was about to release his fatal spell, Arthur did something he did not even know was possible. He recalled all the magic he had lent his counterpart at once, though he was not sure how he did it. Radiant green light seemed to flow out of Dark Britain and fly directly into Arthur, who felt himself getting stronger at the intake of his magic. After a matter of seconds, the process was over, leaving Dark Britain totally powerless, magic drained. The dark counterpart whirled around and gaped at him for a second in disbelief. Then he grew enraged.
"You little GIT! How dare you break our bargain! You're a traitor, just like that girl Maria! I bet she was able to manipulate you and destroy your judgment! Have you forgotten what it means to be a nation? You'll regret ever betray-" His tirade ended abruptly as his eyes rolled back and he crumbled to the ground, revealing Alfred standing behind him, clutching a heavy stone. Once he was sure Dark Britain was unconscious, Alfred ran up and embraced Arthur in a big bear hug.
When he pulled back, his eyes were teary behind his glasses, but he was smiling. "A-Arthur…" He had so much to say to Arthur, but did not know how to say it. That was fine because the British nation understood and smiled back.
"I didn't hurt you then, and I won't hurt you now," he whispered.
"Hey, I don't want to interrupt, but please don't forget about me…" called Dark America.
Even though Dark Greece blocked Dark Turkey's slash, the force of his strike sent him to the ground. "Just give up already! When have you ever been able to defeat me in battle?" Dark Turkey barked. He stood before the Greek nation, his curved blade glistening wickedly in the sun.
"I won't let you take my home!" With that last word, Dark Greece got his feet and lunged in one swift motion, jabbing his enemy's forehead with the blunt end of his metal cross. The mask he wore ripped and tore away as Dark Turkey fell backwards. While he was still off balance, Dark Greece pushed forward and swung his cross like it was a baseball bat and smacked his cheek.
"Argh! You'll pay for that!" yelled Dark Turkey, but the fact that he was able to enrage him so gave Dark Greece something he really needed: hope. He still had a fair shot in this battle, and he was going to fight to free his country or die trying.
Ivan exhaled at the turn of events in his match with Dark Hong Kong. Ivan had evaded most of his ammunition completely except for one, which he cut to close and was left with a burning wound in his side. However, he was still standing and now his opponent was out of explosives. Now Ivan was at the advantage having much more brute force but Dark Hong Kong was not going to give up so easily. The Asian adversary unsheathed his curved dagger, etched with a dragon design along its uneven blade. He stabbed forward quickly, making fast strikes continuously and managing to break through Ivan's guard every so often, but the knife could not push deep enough to cause any real damage. It would take a much more lethal weapon to injure a Russian nation.
However, landing a crucial blow on Dark Hong Kong was not easy to do either. Because Ivan swung his pipe so hard, he was able to anticipate the strike seconds before it happened, giving him just enough time to move out of the way. But concentrating on the movements of the pipe was also a big mistake. As Ivan swiped his weapon at his temple, Dark Hong Kong ducked and Ivan threw his free hand into his stomach. While he was off balance, Ivan punched him one more time in the cheek, knocking the Asian out cold.
Dark China saw his comrade fall in his peripheral vision, and broke away from his fight with Dark Russia at once to run to his side. "Hong Kong!" he cried, worried that Ivan would try to finish him off permanently. But Ivan did not move, and Dark China stood over his unconscious friend, ready to defend him. Now the two Russian nations were on opposite sides of him, the odds of his survival terribly bleak. Dark China could not fight one without turning his back on the other.
"Now, Ivan," called Dark Russia, "Let's end this quickly!" But once again, Ivan did not budge. His counterpart wanted to kill them, but why should he? Even if he had been brutal in the past, Ivan had never really killed another nation, not like this. He thought back to his promise with Maria. True, these were Dark Nations before him and the promise did not apply, but still… Ivan had only ever wanted others to become one with him, and kill Dark China and Hong Kong would not help, so there was no point. Didn't he say that two versus one was not fair? Dark China was just trying to protect his comrade, and he did not deserve to die for that. When he and Maria locked pinkies, he told himself that he might not have to be lonely anymore, because he might actually make a friend. And making the right decision now could be the first step away from the cold and lonely world he had always lived in.
"No. You can do it yourself," Ivan replied, taking a few steps away from Dark China and Hong Kong to clarify his intentions.
"WHAT?" Dark Russia burst out in rage. Then he shook his head angrily. "Maybe I didn't hear you correctly. Why don't you say that again?"
"You heard me crystal clear." To prove his point, Ivan dropped his pipe, which clanged as it hit the ground. Dark China gawked at him, dumbfounded, but still on guard in case it was all a sham. But Dark Russia looked ready to blow an artery as Ivan turned and walked away.
Even with his shoulder hindering him a bit, Ludwig found himself easily overtaking Dark Taiwan and Vietnam. History had given him more experience with full scale war, so it was to be expected. His opponents just could not find a way around his stinging whip, but they tried anyway. Dark Vietnam made the mistake of blocking with her spear, and the whip wrapped itself around her weapon. Ludwig was able to disarm her without really trying. Now that he had her spear, he used her own weapon against her while she was defenseless, slapping her temple with the blunt side of the long stick. As she fell to the ground, Dark Taiwan saw her chance and attacked with her tonfas. However, Ludwig saw her coming and sidestepped, parrying her jab out of the way. She had thrown too much of her weight into the attack and with her target out of the way, Ludwig was able to knock her off her feet and she slammed onto the ground face first. While he did not enjoy thrashing girl opponents around, they were the ones who attacked first. Ludwig could not remember the last time a battle had gone so well for him. Normally something went wrong because he had to rescue Feliciano from their enemies. Feli...
Meanwhile, Kiku overwhelmed Dark Thailand, striking so fast his opponent barely had time to breathe. Dark Thailand was lucky he had dual swords or he might not have blocked all of Kiku's slashes. With his signature katana, the Japanese nation fought with a deadly finesse; Dark Thailand did not stand a chance by himself. The Dark Asian nation panicked and lost his fighting stance form, concerned only with checking Kiku's blade. But this only left him even more vulnerable to calculated strikes, and Kiku was able to kick one of his swords away from him and use his katana to knock the other from his adversary's hand. Then the Japanese nation spun around and caught Dark Thailand in the cheek with the heel of his foot, a decisive defeat.
Maria thought she had the right to say she was fighting like a true warrior. She received nothing more than a few minor cuts from Dark Korea and his tsukurigama. Frustrated, her foe began to make rash moves, not thinking before throwing each strike. As a result, he could not keep a cool head and control his weapons, losing his vital accuracy. Once more, he threw one of his chain scythes at her, and Maria nimbly sidestepped and caught hold of the chain as it flew by her head. Then she yanked it towards her, pulling Dark Korea into closer range. After driving her foot into his stomach, he bent over involuntarily, allowing her land a solid elbow into his unguarded cheek. Positive he could no longer fight, she counted herself lucky that he fell for the same trick twice.
Dark Germany knew his Italian opponents had no chance of defeating him, and Dark Italy and Lovino knew it too, but there was no going back for them now. But his whip prevented them from getting close enough to fight back without receiving a painful lash or two. Then Dark Italy remembered what his brother had said before he died. "We can have those kinds of times again; we just have to win their war once and for all." Those kinds of times again. The times when he and his brother could just relax, have fun, and even argue for the sake of arguing. Before the war, Dark Italy never thought he would miss his brother's vulgarity. But now they would never be able to tease each and he would never hear his Dark Romano talk about better days in the future. All because of this bastard with a whip.
Dark Italy began to make his way forward again, and Dark Germany smirked and cracked his whip. A vicious lash to the cheek made tears spring in Dark Italy's eyes, but he continued to press forward. Another lash to the chest tore his clothes, but this time he endured the pain. This pain was nothing compared to the pain of his brother dearest. Another lash, then another, but he did not stop moving toward the blonde. Soon he was almost close enough to use his double edge sword, and another lash hit the side of his neck. It was the harshest sting, but Dark Italy too close to let that stop him now. He leapt, propelling his sword at Dark Germany, who tried to evade his attack. The blade sliced his shoulder, leaving a deep red gash. But while his arm was still extended, Dark Germany used his free hand to grab Dark Italy by the forehead and slammed him to the ground with all his strength. Dark Italy cried out as he hit the ground, and blood trickled from the sides of his head.
Dark Germany laughed sinisterly. "That vas a nice slash, but there's no vay you could kill me." He pulled out a knife from his belt and look down at his prey wickedly.
"Don't forget you were fight two of us!" called Lovino as he charged the German, who checked his strike with his knife.
Feliciano, who was watching from behind a Vertex Union tank much like last time, knew he had to help his brother and counterpart before it was too late. He ran as fast as he could from his hiding spot, but by the time he got there, Dark Germany had knocked Lovino's weapon from his hands. Before Lovino could do anything else, Dark Germany had his hands around his throat, strangling him.
"Lucky me," Dark Germany smiled cruelly, "I get to kill Romano twice."
"Son of a bitch…" Lovino choked out as he gasped for breath.
Feliciano could not take it anymore. He could not just stand by while his brother suffocated to death. "Ve, over here!" He picked up a rock and threw it at Dark Germany's head. The German turned and dropped Lovino at the sight of Feliciano. "You said your problem was with North Italy, and I'm North Italy too, so leave my brother alone!" When the blonde took a few steps towards him, Feliciano lost of all his wits and turned to run, but instead the whip wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, sending him crashing to the ground.
"You're not getting avay from me this time," growled Dark Germany. And just to make sure of that, the German nation stomped down hard on Feliciano's leg. A sickening crunch could be heard, and excruciating pain shot through his body. Feliciano let out a desperate, agonized cry that pierced the battlefield.
Ludwig knew his best friend's scream anywhere. He looked in the direction it came from and his heart stopped. His counterpart was about to murder him, and Ludwig did not know what to do. He could not stop Dark Germany because they were counterparts, so they could not touch each other. But Ludwig was not the only one who heard the scream.
Kiku acted as soon as he heard his old ally's cry of pain, dashing instinctively. As Dark Germany raised his knife, the Japanese nation slid in between him and Feliciano. Without another thought, Kiku drove his katana through Dark Germany's midsection before he could use his knife. When he withdrew his katana from the body, blood stained Dark Germany's uniform and dripped from the tip of the blade.
Dark Spain had lost. Now this was the end for him. Dark Prussia had disarmed him skillfully and now the Spaniard found himself on the ground looking up at the Prussian, whose red eyes shone with bloodlust.
"I must admit, you've been a formidable opponent, but in the end, I always win," Dark Prussia said as he put the tip of his sword at Dark Spain's throat, about to take his life. Only one thing could stop him from claim his life. Dark Prussia whirled around when he heard his brother's cry. He turned just in time to see Kiku remove his bloody katana and Dark Germany's body fall. Dead. Dark Prussia roared in pure rage, forgot about Dark Spain, and attacked Kiku.
Dark Prussia unleashed all his fury with every strike. It never once crossed his mind that his brother would die, but now that he was slain, the albino could only grasp one thought. Kill. Even though Kiku was supple and swift, he still had a hard time keeping up with the vehement Prussian. He had been given barely enough time to process that he had actually killed another nation, but right now he had to concentrate on the current threat. One wrong move and Dark Prussia would destroy him.
Ludwig knelt by Feliciano's side. "Are you okay?" He bit his lip as he examined the Italian's leg, which was bent in an unnatural angle.
"L-Ludwig…what are you doing? You're on the Genesis Powers, aren't you?" stuttered Feliciano, voice still wrought with pain.
"That doesn't matter. Don't you remember that ve made a promise? Vhen I said that I'd be there vhenever you needed me, I meant it."
At this Feliciano sniffed, but smiled. He threw his arms around his best friend. "I knew it! I knew you'd always be there for me!"
The German smiled back, "I'm glad you're still alive."
Kiku knew he could not hold out much longer, and he was right. Dark Prussia slashed his sword with all his strength and anger, and even though Kiku blocked it, the force of his strike was too much for the katana to handle, and the blade snapped in half. As his katana split in two, Dark Prussia threw his fist into Kiku's temple and then roundhouse kicked him in the gut, and Kiku tumbled back a few feet. When the Japanese nation tried to get back on his feet, he stumbled dizzily and his vision was diplopic. The Prussian had hit him in the head so hard that he was suffering a concussion. He fell on his hands and knees, trying to reorient himself.
"There's no way you can continue fighting. Now you'll pay for killing my brother, you traitorous bastard!" Dark Prussia snarled. But before he could come any closer, Maria stood in his way.
"Why don't you fight someone who can actually stand?" she shouted crossly, "You don't have a right to talk about traitors or even revenge! Not after everything you've done, everyone you've killed!" She brandished her twin knives, ready to defend Kiku.
"Stupid girl," he hissed back, "I've taught you everything you know about those weapons, and yet you still challenge me? Do you have a death wish?"
"This whole time, I couldn't stand you! You're a monster, a demon. Now it's time you got what you deserve!" Her words pushed the Prussian over the edge and he lunged at her wrathfully. His attacks were so fast that both her knives were needed to check them. She had sparred the Prussian before when they practiced before the battles, but now that they were fighting for real, Maria knew she could not match his ferocity. He truly did fight like a demon.
Aware that once he had killed her Dark Prussia would go after Kiku, Maria subtly drew her foe away from the others and into the city. With each block, she would take a couple steps back, slowly but steadily making her way through the deserted streets of the ruined Greek city. Dark Prussia did not even notice; he was too focused on his duel. She had to be extremely careful not to back into any fallen debris or into a wall. Between her own carefully planned retreat and defending herself, Maria could not make any counterattacks. Once she could no longer hear or see the nations' battlefield outside the city, Maria stopped backing up and tried to fight back. Hopefully she had given the others enough time to regroup.
Thanks to her elfin, agile form, Maria evaded most of his slashes and thrusts, but still could not land any blows herself. It was true that the Prussian had taught her how to strike, so he easily anticipated where and how she would attempt to stab him.
"Once I've killed you, I'll bring your body back to that bastard Kiku. Then I'll relish in his pain over losing you. When I'm done with him, he'll being crying tears of blood during a slow and painful death," Dark Prussia growled as he swung his sword, tormenting her with his plans. "Too bad you won't be there to see it. His death will be quite the show."
"SHUT UP!" she shrieked as she jumped back to avoid his slice. The images he was planting in her head were too much. In her hysteria she swiped both her knives at his head impetuously, leaving her torso unguarded. Seeing his opportunity, Dark Prussia ducked then thrust his sword. Maria tried to dodge, but not fast enough. The blade missed her navel but still pierced her side. Blood flowed from the wound, hot and sticky, and a pang of pain made her want to scream. Just looking at the abrasion made her nauseous.
Dark Prussia laughed maniacally, knowing he had put her in a critical condition. All he had to do was finish her. Suddenly, a tall building near them exploded and began to collapse upon impact of a dropped bomb. The ground shook violently, and Maria did not waste a second. She threw one of her knives while Dark Prussia was distracted, but due to the rumbling, her aim was a bit off. As the blade sank into his shoulder, Maria turned and ran as fast as she could, clutching her wounded side, racing through the streets. Dark Prussia started to give chase, but the crumbling building forced him to take a different route to head her off.
She ran without direction, without knowing where she was. But she could not keep running forever. The wound in her side sapped her strength, so she hid in an abandoned apartment building. Half of its structure had been destroyed and most of its roof had caved in, but all the other buildings on the street had been decimated. Leaning on the wall, she rushed through a hallway and ducked into one of the rooms. Unable to move any more, she leaned on the wall next to the doorway and slid down into a sitting position. Maria could see the ashen sky through a gaping hole in the ceiling, and large cracks in the walls proved the building to be highly unstable, weakened by the bombings. She seemed to be in a bedroom, but the bed had been crushed by a chunk of stone that left the hole in the roof.
Glancing down at her side, all hope of surviving left her. The wound was taking a heavy toll on her body already. Her breaths were raspy and she felt lightheaded from the loss of blood. Even if Dark Prussia did not find her, she would just bleed to death here. But he would find her, she was certain. All he had to do was follow the trail of blood she left behind. She hoped that when he found her, he would grant her a quick death, but that was doubtful. Gulping, she tried not to picture what he would do to her. She did not want to die, and the notion frightened her.
Before being trapped in this strange world, she had forgotten what genuine fear felt like, but very recently, she had gotten her fair share of near-heart-attacks. Now, her heart pounded against her rib cage once more, and she shut her eyes tight, praying that he would not find her. She pressed her back against the cold, crumbly, cement wall, and then took a deep breath to try to slow her heart rate. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming down the hall, getting closer, and her eyes widened as she clamped her own hands on her mouth to suppress a startled gasp.
If he found her, it was all over. Or maybe it wasn't. The others were still alive…she hoped, but could not be sure. The footsteps were drawing nearer at an increased pace, and so she rested her head on the wall as well. She was going to die, but now she found herself accepting the thought. Soon her pursuer would be close enough to smell the mixture of sweat and blood coming from the wound he inflicted upon her.
Glancing down at her long, wavy, deep brown hair that was tangled and matted, she remembered the last time she had spent so much time perfecting it. It saddened her, and she reflected upon the last few days. How did things end up like this? The situation had gotten so complicated, the circumstances so dire. Without meaning to do so, her mind wandered to when the terrible things first started…
But the sound of the footsteps right outside the door way snapped her back to reality. So this was it. She closed her eyes and waited. If he was going to kill her now, then she did not want the last thing she ever saw to be his twisted, bloodthirsty red eyes. Maria heard the footsteps reach her, and stop before her…but the last thing she expected to hear was her voice.
"Maria! Wake up! Please, please be alive…" It was her own voice, yet Maria had not spoken. When she opened her eyes, there was the Dark Philippines, crouching in front of her. "Thank god I found you first!" The other girl talked in an urgent whisper.
"W-what are you doing here…?" Maria murmured weakly.
"Never mind that," her counterpart said as her eyes surveyed the room. "Maria, I need you to get up. There's a closet over there." The other girl pointed to the opposite end of the small room. So there was a closet. Maria could not believe she missed that when she stumbled in, but then again she was disoriented. "Please get up, I can't help you since I can't touch you," the Dark Philippines pleaded.
Maria nodded and used all the energy she had left to pick herself up and limp to the closet obediently. Once she was inside, her counterpart shut the door. "Stay here," she instructed. Maria cracked open the door just enough so she could peer into the room. The Dark Philippines took out her hair tie and let her long locks tumble down past her shoulders. Then she went to where Maria had sat by the doorway and dipped her hand into the pool of blood left over. With her bloody hand, she smeared the red liquid on her cheek and then cupped her hands to scoop some more blood to rub on her side. After that she stood in the center of the room, faced the doorway, wielding one of her knives.
After a moment, another set of footsteps could be heard from the hallway. As they grew louder, the Dark Philippines tensed and she got into her fighting stance. That's when Dark Prussia strode into the room.
"There you are, little bitch," seethed the albino. "Now there's nowhere for you to run."
"Wasn't planning on it," her counterpart said back. It was only then that Maria, who still hid in the closet, realized what the Dark Philippines was doing. She was impersonating Maria!
"Take a good look, Maria," Dark Prussia told her counterpart, "Because I'm the last thing you'll see."
"Not if I kill you first!" exclaimed the Dark Philippines. She attacked the Prussian, surprising him with her ability to move light on her toes. The two dueled, moving in a tight circle around the small room, each trying to back the other into a corner.
"I'm impressed," Dark Prussia said as they crossed blades, "After that wound I gave you, I didn't expect you to have much fight left."
But then the Dark Philippines attempted to stab at his throat, and Dark Prussia grabbed her wrist before the blade could reach him. Her eyes grew wide and his lips curled into a devilish grin. Then he ran his sword right through her chest. Maria saw the whole thing from inside the closet. The Prussian's back was to her, concealing her counterpart, but she saw the blood splatter on the walls behind them.
Adrenaline coursed through Maria's veins and in her mirth she lost all reason. It was as if she had reached the breaking point to her sanity. Everything was lost to her: logic, feeling, pain. In that moment, she burst out of the closet, and while Dark Prussia's back was to her, she plunged her knife into the back of his neck.
The Prussian only had time to turn around and meet her chocolate brown eyes with his wide red ones before he fell. Never to harm another person again. But Maria did not stop to ponder what she had done, but immediately ran to her counterpart, who had also fallen backwards after the sword left her body. The other girl was still alive, but only just. "M-Maria…"
"I'm here. He's dead…" Maria replied softly, but then a wave of guilt and desperation crashed over her. "Why'd you do it? Why did you sacrifice your life for mine?"
"Because…" the other girl paused to cough out blood, then continued, "Because I could never be like you in this world. I could never be…happy. This Earth…it's lost. It's beyond saving. But yours isn't…that's why I want you to live and go back to your home with your friends. Live a life I could never have. Stop this war from happening on your Earth."
By now tears were flowing from Maria's eyes uncontrollably. Her counterpart did not have to do that for her! It wasn't fair! "Don't die, please don't die!"
"It's okay…for once, I got to make my own decision, and I'm glad I did. Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Promise you'll live for both of us now?" Her voice was barely audible, nothing more than a whisper.
"I-I promise," Maria replied. The other girl smiled. It was a real smile, a beautiful one. Then she closed her eyes and her arms went slack. Maria wanted to take back any negative feelings she had ever felt toward the Dark Philippines. It was as if it was not just her counterpart that died, but a part of herself died with her. The two of them had so much in common yet acted so different. But they were both the Philippines, they were the same nation. Were they just two sides of the same coin then? Perhaps. "To the darker side of me…" Maria whispered. "Your death will not be in vain, I swear."
Maria wiped her tears away. She had two promises to keep now. To do that, she had to return to the battlefield and make sure her friends were alright. But when she stood up, she staggered, and fell to her knees again. "No, no, no!" Maria hugged her side, but could not stand. Now that the adrenaline was subsiding, all her strength was gone. Her vision blurred, and she tried to hang on to her consciousness, but she had lost too much blood. Everything faded away as the darkness engulfed her.
From the Author: Before you yell at me, I can assure this is not the end, there will be one more chapter! I would not be so evil as to end it like this! :P Wow, after writing this, I'm totally brain dead. But when I said this would be the craziest chapter yet, I meant it. The next chapter will be falling action and epilogue, so I hope this chapter was very climatic and gripping! I put everything I've got into this chapter, and if that wasn't enough, I'm truly sorry. But if you liked it, tell me please! I really wanted to test my writing skills when I made this fanfic, so I want to know how I did!
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