Chapter 6

Canada's POV

I looked down at the body I had just killed. Did that just happen? Had I really seen that? Had I really felt that? This all seemed new to me. I knew that I hate killing Italy, but after I finally killed him, his soul, seemed to come out of his body, and then going to me. Then I didn't really feel that bad about killing him, in fact, I felt great. I felt strong and powerful.

I heard as Alfred laughed across from me, it was a dark mock of the careless happy laugh that he used to have. "He did great," he said talking to himself again. "This is only the start! We will soon become an unstoppable force!" he walked over and stood behind me and examined Feliciano's lifeless body. "Oh wait till the other nations see this, we'll get them right where we want them, quivering and hiding in fear, like children." I saw him pull out his cell phone and take a picture. "Now, who to send it to…" he thought out loud. Then as if answering him Italy's phone began to ring. "Huh," he said sitting next to me searching Italy's body for the phone. It was in his front shirt pocket, the screen was blood covered. Alfred wiped it off with his jacket. The screen lit up as it played some weird song, I saw as England's picture popped up.

Germany! Germany! Germany is a really really nice place…

"You aren't going to answer it are you?" I asked as he held the phone in his hand.

"No," he answered. "We could get some valuable information if we just wait."

Even the girls that are from Germany are way more rugged than I am. Yahoo~

With that the song finally ended, and it was followed by a beep after a few seconds, a message popped up on the screen.

New Voice Message

Unlock phone to listen to it now.

Alfred slid his finger across the touch screen unlocking it, and we both listened as it called Italy's voice mail.

"This mailbox is password protected. Please put your password," the automatic voice on the message machine said.

"Uhh?" Alfred said guessing. I don't think he thought far ahead enough to know that most phone voice mailboxes were password protected. I watched him enter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

"Password accepted. Welcome," the phone said again, lucky guess. "You have one unheard message. First unheard message:"

"Hello, Italy," England said. "It's England; I am calling to let you know there will be an emergency world meeting at France's house tomorrow. I have found some information on the American Empire that I think everyone really needs to know about it. This meeting is mandatory, for the safety of all the nations. The meeting will start at 12 so please be there, Good Day."

Alfred chuckled.

"Well it seems England is spreading the word of our secret weapon," he said.

"Should we worry?" I asked

He laughed again. "Not really, if I know England, he will want to start a new alliance to fight against us. Not that that will stop us, I doubt there is a way for them to stop us." America stood up and dusted himself off. "I guess I will send them that picture of Italy while everyone is at the meeting, help spread the news." He started to walk to the door. "Well I won't spend too much time thinking about England, we still have to plan the attacks on Belarus and Ukraine. We will start planning first thing tomorrow morning."

"What? We are still doing the attacks?" I asked standing up and turning towards him.

"Hell yeah, you don't think I'm just going to let Russia get away with this?" he said. "So make sure you get a good night's sleep." He stopped in the doorway for a second. "Oh and Matt, could you do me a favor?"

"Yeah," I answered looking at him questioningly. What else did he want from me?

"Untie Italy for me," he said tossing me a key before leaving the room. Untie Italy? I thought as I turned around to look at them dead body "Ahhhhhh." I screamed as I was met with another one of those soulless beings, instead of dead body. He just laid there staring at me. How the hell did Alfred do this? I was sitting next to him the whole time? How could he have done it without me seeing?

I sighed as I began to untie Italy. He didn't squirm or even get impatient; he just sat there as untied him, staring at me with those cold, dead eyes. When I finally ripped the duct tape off, he didn't even cry out in pain like he would have if he were alive, he just continued to stare. I looked him over, all his blood was gone, there wasn't a single drop of blood cover on the floor, and his blue suit still looked stain free. I stared at his neck. That is where only a few minutes ago I had made a fatal wound, now there was nothing, not even a scare.

I looked up at his face. All blood and color was gone, his brown eyes were grey, his chocolate hair was now a dull shade-less brown and his skin was as pale as a corpse. This was the first time I was actually looking at these soulless beings up close. It felt like for the first time I was actually seeing them. I saw on his cheeks, all the blood that had splattered on to face, all the blood that had puddle the floor and then soaked his hair was now gone, however the tears that he cried right before he died were still on his face. I slowly lifted my hand to his face and touched his cold skin, it felt like stone underneath my hand.

"What is it master?" he asked. "Does something upset you?" I didn't answer. I just continued to examine the tears on his cheeks, coating his eye lashes, in the hollow corner of his eyes. I picked one up with my finger, careful not to poke him in his eye. He stayed perfectly stead and didn't pull away or flinch. I pulled my finger, holding the tear drop closer to me, trying to get a closer look. It looked like a regular tear drop. I had it about half way between us when the drop of water finally fell. I watched as it splattered on to the concrete floor. I gasped. That was the last human piece of Italy, that last piece of the living happy, high spirited Italy. There was nothing left, nothing but an abyss of grey.

I felt myself fall in to him, tears rolling down my face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed in to his chest. He was stone underneath my touch as I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. "Please forgive me! I am so sorry"

"M-master?" he asked, and for a second I could have sworn his voice had a tiny mix of sadness and surprise. I could have sworn his skin became slightly warmer and softer. I felt as he slowly moved his arms and wrapped them around me, he was comforting me. I pulled away slightly, enough to look at his face. It was still in the emotionless mask that all the servants wore, but at the same time his grey, blank eyes seemed to have a deep sadness in them. I hugged him closer, not wanting the emotion to leave him again. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to him again. "Just please don't leave me." I sat there, with Italy holding me, for most of the night, until eventually I fell asleep, right there in Italy's stone embrace.

England's POV

I watched as loads and loads of nations sat there, talking carelessly in France's conference room. Unaware of what was really going on in the world. Even France seemed chat happily with nations like Monaco and Seychelles. I saw as most of them smile and laughed.

They were all fools. They didn't know what was really going in the world. They had no idea of the true danger they were in. The only one who had seen the evil that America possessed and lived to remember the sight was me, none of them would ever know, even when I told them they still wouldn't understand. They didn't know magic like I did. They all thought it was some sort of silly little fairytale, none of them actually feared and respected magic like I did, and because of that some of them would soon die, they would fall to the American Empire, all because they are too ignorant.

I had spent my entire day yesterday searching information on this being that America was becoming, and preparing to warn these people of the danger they were in. I knew they would all doubt me, I knew most of them would laugh in my face, but I still had to warn.

I sipped my sugar filled coffee as I waited patiently for them to quiet down. I was not much of a coffee drinker, in fact I more preferred tea, but I had not been able to get a wink of sleep last night, so it seemed coffee wad my only means of staying awake.

"Is everyone here?" I asked France, walking over to him.

"It seems all the countries have arrived, except for Italy," he said.

"Dammit," I said pulling out my cell phone. I dialed Italy's number. I waited as it rang and rang and rang, no one answering."

"Hello you have reach Italy Veneziano Feliciano Vargas, I can't come to the phone at the moment because Germany is being a big meanie pants and making me do training, so please leave a message at the pasta~." I sighed as I ended the call. He wasn't answering his phone. "Looks like we will have to start the meeting without him.

"Excuse me," I shouted after eventually getting annoyed at how none of them cared. "Excuse me, if I could have your attention." I heard as the volume of people's voice gradually began to lower. Everyone, including France had taken their seats, and now I was standing in front of them all. "For a while now the Rise of the American Empire has been affecting the world greatly. The best thing for anyone to do at the time was to stay neutral, but to also get ready by arming yourself for an attack, mostly because we had no idea what the American empire was up to but, after immense research I believe I may have found the answer."

"We all know what America is doing; he is out for world conquest!" I heard Austria shouted.

"Ja, we have been aware that for awhile. What we really want to know is what is up with those lifeless beings that seem to be doing America's dirty work?" I heard Switzerland yell.

"Yeah, I wanna hear more about those things Canada was talking about!" Denmark shouted.

"Yes, where is Canada-san?"Japan asked.

"That is part of the reason I called you here." I told them. "Canada has become part of the American Empire." I heard gasps pass through the group of countries, this was to be expected, Canada had become more recognized as he was the only allowed to attend the meetings from the continent of North America. What I did not expect was the bang that followed as Ukraine slammed her hands against her desk standing up.

"You lie!" She shouted. "He promised me, he wouldn't let his brother take him! You are a liar!"

"Syestra," Russia said trying to calm her.

"He promised me!" she said as tears began to fall from her eyes.

"I saw it with my own eyes, mon ami," France said. "We fought to save him, but it was no use, we could not defeat America."

"No, no!" Ukraine said standing there crying. Russia stood up and hugged her, comforting her.

"Syestra," he whispered hugging her. "We will help him."

I doubted Russia's words, I wasn't sure that we could help him, but I said nothing. I knew he was simply comforting his sister. Hell, he might not even believe the words himself.

"Ms. Ukraine if you need a minute…" I gestured to the door, I wasn't trying to be rude, but I had more pressing matters to get to, and it was obvious she was close to Canada, it might be better that she leaves the room while I tried to break it to the other countries, just what happened to Canada and his brother.

"No," Ukraine said wiping her eyes. "No, I want to know what has happened to him!"

"Sysestra," Russia begged.

"No Vanya, I can handle it. I want to know," she said pushing him off of her while she sat back down at her desk.

"Alright then," I said. "With the fall of another nation to the American Empire, I think it is only a matter of time till their entire focus becomes claiming European and Asian land. Russia has recently declared war on the empire, and we believe now, because of the size of his land he, and surrounding countries will be easy targets for them. I believe rather than just having countries send troops and help protect the countries, we should form an alliance against the American Empire. I am asking everyone to join, you don't have to, but I think it will be best for everyone's safety."

"Why should we join?" Bulgaria shouted, "You tried to help Canada and look what happened! Spain and Poland are dead! If we get involved we are just going to put ourselves on the radar. Then we will fall as well!" Some nations began to mumble in agreement.

"That maybe true, but are you prepared to fight the Empire all by yourself, Bulgaria? You don't even know what you are up against. I have seen it with my own eyes. America is not just using force to take countries, he is using magic," I said seriously. I saw tons of emotions flash across the surrounding nation's faces. Some laughed, which I expected, others looked as if they were concerned for my mental health.

"Magic? I think I can handle a bit of pixie dust," Bulgaria laughed.

"No, I know I sound crazy, but you must understand, I have seen it he uses this," I gestured to the projector behind me which switched to a picture of the Soul Sword. "This is what he uses to make the nations as lifeless as we have seen, this blade is a blade made by the Choctaw Indians tribe. They believed in many shadow and devil-like beings, these being were said to have prayed on the Choctaw people, they tried to fight them and kill them, but it was no use, nothing they used could kill the creatures, until the gods blessed them by giving them a blade that could kill anything with one fatal swipe. They used this to fight the shadow beings, and it seemed to work greatly, the shadow things were dying. There was one warrior, whose name has faded over the years, who was the wielder of the sword, he killed all the beings and became a legend, however many legends told that the sword was not suppose to belong to one man but to the entire tribe, the warrior however became so clouded with his new found power that he did not want to give the weapon up. He became obsessed with the blade, and it got to the point that he began killing his own people just to keep it. This is when he noticed that the power of the sword worked on humans too, and instead of just killing the people, it also removed the soul from their bodies. He took the souls and fed his power, however he was nothing but a mere human, the souls went to his head, and he went insane and killed himself because he couldn't take being in his own mind." The projector switched to show pictures that went a long with the legend, picture of the warrior using the sword on his people, and their souls exiting their bodies. "I believe America is using this as well as a few Native American spells of raising the dead, which is what is making the nations so lifeless and zombielike."

"Well, England, that was a great book report and all, but how exactly do we stop the American Twins?" Australia asked.

"I don't know, I nearly went out of my mind looking for information, but I couldn't find anything," I said sadly. "I do not believe it is their fault though, Native America, Canada and America's birth mother was the last one reported to have the sword, and well they had to get the sword somehow."

"So you think maybe she is behind it?" Hong Kong asked.

"Yes," I answer. "Well, kind of, I think maybe the many of years she has spent with a sword may have done something to her, but I am not sure, she has disappeared ever since the taking of her land, I'm not even sure if she still exists."

"Well Gilbert still exists and he lost all of his land to his brother," Hungary said. Everyone turned to look at Prussia who was absentmindedly doodling on a piece of paper, while his younger brother, Germany, sat next to him taking notes.

"Well Prussia still has people that live under him, not all may not consider themselves Prussian, but he still has people. Native American culture has changed drastically, while some will stay true to their culture they are still not believing as they were before we invaded their land," I said.

"So how exactly are we supposed to beat her if she does still exist?" Iceland asked.

"Well I…" started to say before I was cut off.

France was looking at his phone.

"Angleterre, « he said. "Italy has sent us a picture from his phone, he said it was really important, but my phone is having trouble loading it."

"Alright," I said. "Post it up on the projector." I really hope this isn't just some sort of Pasta recipe like last time, I thought.

I waited as France plugged his phone in to the computer and opened the file, it took a few seconds to load, but it eventually did, gasps of shock and horror filled the room as the picture finally loaded.

It was Italy's body, lying on the ground covered in blood and bond by handcuffs, rope and duct tape. I saw as some of the nations got up covering their eyes as they left the room, they could not handle the gore, which was to be understood.

"Italy?" I heard Germany gasp. He was standing now gazing at the picture on the screen. His face looked broken and his eyes looked sad.

"Take the picture down," I ordered France. I gazed at the picture waiting for it to go black, but it didn't. I turned to look at France and I saw him, standing there, frozen, crying. "Take the Fucking picture down!" I said as I walked over to the plug of the projector. Everyone still stood there frozen.

"Feliciano?" Romano whispered, a few seats away from where I stood, he was also standing, I watched as he fell on to his knees and began to bawl his eyes out.

Ukraine's POV

I left the meeting room in a rush after the Italy picture had come up. No, no that can't be, I thought. I was terrified when I saw the picture of Italy, but after looking at it enough I noticed something that broke my heart, a familiar hand, coming out of the sleeve of a familiar red sweatshirt. I couldn't be Canada! It couldn't! The Canada I knew would never kill anyone! England was a liar! He was lying!

I gripped my steering wheel as I drove to Canada's house. He would still be there! He'd be there, sleeping! That was why he missed the meeting, I told myself. He missed the meeting because he overslept. It was a long drive, but I eventually arrived at his house. I felt a small part of my die as I gazed up it. It looked empty and abandoned. I walked on to his porch.

I know he keeps a spare key here somewhere, I thought as I searched his porch, I finally found it underneath his welcome mat. Matvey really need to find a new place to hide it.

"Hello?" I called when I walked in the house. There was no answer. "Matvey?" I searched the quiet, dark house finding nothing. It was obvious that someone was here, but not recently. Kuma wasn't even here, further proving that Matvey had left.

I groaned as I left, locking the door behind me, but keeping the spare key in my pocket, maybe he went out for a walk or something, I doubted it as I saw no foot prints in the snow, but I still continued walking away from both his house, and my car. I walked for a few minutes, finding nothing, I was about to turn back, broken heartily, when I slipped on some ice and fell down the hill that I had just been standing on top of.

I groaned at the bottom of the hill, this was not helping my already sore back.

I stood up and clean myself off. I stood there for a minute gazing out at the snow, I felt a tear roll down my cheek, he really was gone. I turned around and started to walk back to my car. I had taken only a few steps when suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind. He locked his arm around my waist and covered my mouth his hand. I fought as hard as I could to escape but I couldn't he was too strong.

He chuckled. "Nice of you to join us," he whispered. That voice, I knew that voice, but what was he doing here?

Wow another exciting chapter! I actually started tearing up when I wrote the Canada, Italy part. T_T leave a review and tell me what you think.

Also the legend, Iggy is talking about, yeah it's fake, I did find out that the Choctaw Indians believe in dark soul eating creatures, but it didn't exactly fit what I needed, so I may have edited it a little, I'm sorry if I offended anyone who may be Choctaw, I meant it all in fun, not to insult you or anything.