Butlers and Nations
by RavenExpert
A Hetalia and Kuroshitsuji crossover.
Chapter 22: Those Memories Part 2 (England and America)
Be careful of possible bloody scenes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own both Hetalia or Kuroshitsuji. Every rights go to their respectful owners.
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Inside the audience hall, sounds of gunshots and clashing sword could be heard.
America kept his distance from England by shooting a lot. While England was blocking the bullets, he also prepared his black magic for more attacks.
However, England was having pretty much a hard time. He had to evade the bullets while casting magic. Then he paid less concentration to his blocking, which caused one of the bullets went through his right shoulder. Out of reflexes, he quickly grabbed his shoulder.
At that moment too, America stopped shooting.
"Oh, yeah! Looks like I got you!" America pointed his handguns towards England again.
"You're still a kid, America. A kid like you used to be."
America shot England using his handguns again. However, England seemed to neglect the magic circle he was working on and ran around the area to evade the bullets, despite the wound he had on his shoulder.
Then, America stopped shooting again.
"Dude, this is not cool. Maybe I should be serious for once."
England stopped running as he released his grip on the wound. He looked at America seriously, intrigued on what he'll do next.
America returned the handguns to his pocket, and walked towards a pillar on the hall. He grabbed it, and took it out from the floor, cracking it. The pillar was not small. It's big. VERY big.
The glass-wearing nation carried it on his shoulder like it was nothing. He relaxed his neck, before his Prussian blue eyes were gleaming a bit.
"Alright... Let's start again!"
"Oh man... I knew that that superhuman power is a bother when dealing with you..."
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Russia was wandering around the rooms in the palace. He was checking the rooms in order to find the Queen. Tired of running around, he stopped at a hall and leaned against the wall to take a small rest.
"I've checked all the rooms available, but still no sign of the Queen. Where could she be..."
While Russia was thinking, suddenly, the wall that was across him, blasted off to pieces. He didn't look shocked at all. He just made a "oh" looking face, and quickly took his iron pipe to destroy the brick pieces that came to him.
Smokes and dusts were flying in the air, as the result of the blast. He looked through the big hole in the wall, and he could see the Prussian blue-eyed America was swinging a giant pillar around.
He also saw that England was evading America's attacks.
"Whoa... England. I bet you'll have a hard time dealing with this. If you weren't able to save him, then I can kill him, right~? Kolkolkol..."
After Russia emitted purple auras and his evil smile, he ran towards another hall to meet up with Ciel and Sebastian.
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America kept on swinging the pillar, while England kept on evading it. Then, on one moment, America went bored of swinging around. He was sweating for a second.
"You know, this is getting old."
America put down the pillar, and destroyed it by punching it.
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"This is why I said you're still a kid, America."
"What?"
"Have you ever noticed that I haven't sheathed my sword yet, even when dodging all your attacks?"
"Why should I-"
America looked at the floor, and he became shocked.
England had a plan after all. He didn't sheath his sword for a reason.
There's a giant magic circle on the floor.
"You-! So the reason you kept on avoiding me is-!"
"Bingo. I was making the magic circle, while you were busy using that stupid power of yours."
England gave a thumb down, pointed towards America.
"The end."
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In an instant, the magic circle started to glow and emit weird lights.
The magic circle didn't seem to have an effect to England.
"Hey, tell Jack this: I was able to remember the magic circle back then, even though just a bit."
"What the-! The magic circle back in the altar!? You remembered it!?"
"Just a bit. So this magic circle is enough only to make you unconscious. But it's enough time to kill you."
"...This is getting fun, England!"
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England? Lately, I've seen you drawing in the floor sometimes. What exactly are you doing?
Oh this? Well, America, you might not understand it yet.
But I'm curious! Tell me!
This is what they call "magic" in my homeland.
Magic?
You know mythical creatures, right?
Oh! Like those pixies you told me, right!?
Yup. This is called a "magic circle". If you could write a correct one, then all your wishes will come true by using the correct incantation.
Umm... I'm kinda lost here...
Hahaha... It's still a little bit early for you. You'll understand soon enough.
England! Why don't you teach me sometimes!?
I'd like to, but I don't think I can. This is a magic exclusive to my homeland. But, I might be able to let you see another magical creatures. How about it?
That's fine! This is awesome! Thanks, England!
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"Sometimes... I really wish I can turn back time..."
The magic circle's power became greater. And then, America yelled in pain and fell down to his knees, clutching his head, similar to how England reacted back then, in the altar.
While America's vision was starting to blur out, England dashed towards America and prepared his sword. With a little strength left, the glass-wearing nation took out one of his handguns and shot England. However, the latter was able to block it.
England used his left hand to create another magic circle in front of him, and that circle created numerous of thunders, strike forth towards America.
The foe was knocked backwards, towards a ruined wall, piled with rocks and stones. He could barely let his consciousness alive.
When he tried to see what's ahead, England wasn't in front of him.
Where did he go!?
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He realized a shadow atop him, so he looked up.
It was England. He prepared his sword, and he did it.
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He stabbed America through the chest, injured him severely.
The latter coughed out blood, and blood also came streaming out of the injury.
England distanced himself, leaving the sword still intact to America's wound.
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The glass-wearing nation could barely move anything. The sword stabbed through the body, and was stuck on the ground, which means America wasn't able to move. At all.
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"I finally got you..."
"Heh... Hehe... So... this is the end..."
After England breathed to relieve his body, he walked towards America, and got down to look at him.
He could see America's face, sweating and blood still came out from his mouth. The stabbed nation was breathing hard, as he couldn't move, due to the sword.
"I didn't... think of this..."
"What do you mean?"
"I was... so sure... of my win... I... thought that... you won't be able... to hurt this guy..."
"I'm Arthur Kirkland, and United Kingdom. I won't show any mercy to my enemies."
"So, you... consider me as... an enemy too..."
"Yeah. But not the other you."
"That guy, huh...?"
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After a small silence, unexpectedly, the Prussian blue-eyed America chuckled a bit, despite the fact that he even had a hard time to talk.
"England... this is getting... interesting..."
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After those words, he closed his eyes, and didn't move at all. Not even a finger.
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England touched America's hands and his cheek. He showed a sad face after that.
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"In the end... I couldn't save you after all..."
He stood up and prepared to take the sword out of the wound.
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When he was about to, he noticed that the fingers in the dead body twitched a bit. He widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what happened.
America was supposed to be dead.
The wound is quite fatal.
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Then, he noticed that the seemingly dead body, started to move his lips a bit.
"Eng...land..."
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Hearing this, he was more than sure.
"AMERICA!"
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Author's note:
Alright. So this is chapter 22. Dude, I can't believe that I finished this. This is one of my favorite chapters, again. Well, maybe my most favorite too.
Uhh... Am I too exaggerating in this chapter? Am I writing this too dramatic? Please answer!
I honestly am not really sure about this... I know that you all didn't want America to die (OF COURSE, CUZ ME TOO! ;A;), so, I'm actually not sure how to expect from this chapter...
Oh and the memories about the magic circle is made up by ME! So don't think that it really exists in the strips or in the anime.
And, by the way, FIFTH SEASON OF HETALIA IS UP! DUDE, I CAN'T WAIT!
*ahem* Reviews are appreciated!
From: Yours Truly.