Chapter 12

Canada's POV

I groaned in pain as I continuously felt the pain grow and grow. I felt him remove the sword from my shoulder blade, and the pain seemed to float back even more like a sudden rush.

"What the hell are you doing?"America shouted, without even hesitating he kicked me in my stomach, and the air rushed of me, I fell and tried to catch myself with my arms but the gaping hole in my shoulder screamed in protested and pushed me down further, and I was now laying on my stomach. I groaned as the pain rang in my ears like bad music.

"Watch it, America!" Britain shouted behind me, I could barely hear him over the ringing in my ears. His voice sounded cold and strong but I could also detect some fear and insecurity in there.

"Or what, you make eat some of your cooking," America sneered a bone chilling smile on his face; his eyes so heartless and cold seemed to shine ice blue. "Face it Arthur, you've got nothing on me, and you never did, now if I were you I would gather your troops and men and all those people and get the hell out of here before I turn around and kill all of you." He looked down at me, his eyes growing colder. "I would kill you right now, but it seems I need to take up a few issues with my dear twin brother. I saw him stab the sword straight down, and felt as it pierced through my leg. I screamed out in pain.

"No America, I am not leaving!" Britain shouted. "Not without you and Canada, you two are my responsibility, and I will see to it that both you are put to justice." England's face looked as steady and strong as a rock, and while anyone would find that kind of emotion scary, Alfred found it amusing, his glared into an evil happy grin. He looked as if he were excited to see a challenger, and as if he had been waiting for this battle with England, for a very very long time.

"Silly England," America laughed. "You've really think you have won, that you have in convenience me, don't you? Well I have news for you Red coat, I am nowhere near losing. This is only the beginning of the game, a game that I cannot lose. I saw America stand up, I knew he was now forgetting me lying here on the floor, he had gotten both an arm and a leg; he knew there was no way for me to escape. He knew I was trapped here; he would go after Britain and show him just how capable he really was.

"Go…just leave!" I shouted to England and Russia. "I'll be fine, just go!" I want my mind to believe that those words were a lie, but something in them held true, I knew America would not kill me, I knew I had something protecting, something that America didn't want me to know about, I knew that there was some way to beat him, and something told me that I had a big deal when it came to it, the only thing was I didn't know what it was, and how I could beat him with it. I searched through my looking for anything that would click but nothing came. All I could come up with were questions. Why me, why was I the key? Why did America want me so badly? Why hadn't he just killed me already? Surely he knew that I did not like this? He had to know how much I hated being involved! So why has he worked so hard to keep me? It couldn't simply be because I was his twin brother, because France and England were the two men who raised him, and many times he has shown no hesitation towards him them or any friends he had back when he was the normal America. It was like as if he could not feel anymore, as if he just couldn't care. Many people have already died because of him and rather feel regretful about it he simple looks forward to all the more people he can kill and corrupt. He has gotten to the point that it no longer matters to him who it is, he will still simply take their soul, but why not me? Why was I the only one he hesitated with? He said before it was the souls that made you want to kill, and I will admit to feeling a yearning inside me, a want for more souls, but I still am horrified with the thought of another person dying because of my hands, I still have no bloodlust to kill.

America glared down at me hearing my words, "you really need to shut up there, bro," he said as he hit me in the head with the back of the sword. I winced but kept my gaze on England.

"Please, just go!" I yelled at him, and England look unsure, but seeing America beat me up seemed to make him want to stay anymore. Al seemed to notice this as well. He smiled, loving that he had an audience. He raised his sword up above his head, ready to bring it down on me. As I stared up helplessly at the point I was only a little conscious of England and Russia who stood only a few feet away. Once again I began to feel like everything was moving in slow motion. As the sword inched towards me I could quite literally see my life flashing before my eyes. I wanted to believe this was the end that I would no longer have to put up with any of this, that I would just be a soulless servant with no real idea of what was going on. I wanted that, it seemed like a peaceful rest before death, but something in my head told me this wasn't the end, and this was the same something that told me I could beat him.

As the blade flew closer to my body I closed my eyes, and thought of Ukraine, he smile, her laugh anything I could, and then when I opened my eyes to finally meet death, I saw a bright light.

Native America's POV

I watched helplessly as America raised his sword over my poor u-we-tsi*. This was not supposed to happen; they were supposed to work together. The legend told me that this would happen, but I worked so hard to stop it, this couldn't be happening not after all the work I had done to prevent it. I materialized next to America, I had to try and warn him, if the stories were correct then I would need to save my poor A-me-li-ge (America) before he locked in his own death.

"My son, you cannot do this, you not kill him with that sword," I warned him, praying to the gods that he would for once listen to me. I could not allow my son to perish. He rolled his eyes at my words, but made no move to stop his attack. "America, you must listen to me! This is wrong, you have proved your power, now please let your brother up, please before it is too late! You cannot do this!"

"Watch me," he sneered under his breath. I watched the blessed sword of souls cut through the air nearing the body of my little Inuit. It got closer to his body, only now it was no longer aimed at nonfatal places, like his shoulder or his leg, it was head for his chest, he was going to slam the sword in to his heart. I turned away in horror and I heard the blade cut through his skin, I hear Matthew scream out in pain. My poor son, I began to count the seconds on my fingers

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

A beam of light then filled the room emitting from Inuit's chest. The light was a white one, the purest of all the phosphorescence of souls, and following the light there was a certain hum that reminded me of the spirit realm. I knew it was all true then, and I knew that there was no way to fight the future anymore.

The warrior of Light had been chosen.

America's POV

A blinding light exited Canada's chest, right in the place where I had stabbed. I knew this was different, I knew this wasn't supposed to happen, I knew this was wrong, but I continued to press harder and hard with my sword. I had to get through him, I had to kill him, I had to get his soul! But as I pressed on as I dug deeper, the blood coming from his body stopped, and the white light beaming from him seemed to only get stronger, the angelic hum that came with it seem to get louder and consume all of my thoughts. Before I realized it, I felt a burning feeling radiating throw my arm, looked down at the sword still not totally registering what was going on, the sword which wall usually completely silver, was not completely red, and felt as if it were on fire. I tried dropping it, as a complete knee jerk reaction, but my hands would not move from the blade, I felt as if they were welded together, yet the sword continued to burn my skin, I felt as my skin began to blister and burn, and I saw as smoke began to rise from it. The only thing I could think to do was to pull the sword from Canada.

I Felt like King Arthur, as my sword seemed to be stuck in him as if his body was stone and the Soul Sword was actually the Excalibur. After I finally pulled it from his body I saw as the light died down, and my sword began to cool turning back to it natural color. I gazed up at where Native America and England stood, noticed that Russia was not longer here, he must have fled when everyone was blinded by the light. England seemed to rotate glance from both me and Canada, who lay on the ground, not moving, his eyes were open, but his body did not move, I was only slightly aware of his breathing. I looked back up at England whose eyes were closed and his lips were fast, muttering lines under his breath. At first I thought he was praying, but then as I began to feel invisible chains lock around my body, constricting me, did it finally sink in that he was saying a binding spell, I tried to fight it and break free, but the chains were both invisible and invincible. I fell to ground landing next to Canada as I felt the spell chains bind my leg. The sword was still locked close to my body, so I knew I had not completely lost, but I also knew this was where they would leave, they would all get out perfectly find, and hell they might even take Canada and some of the servants with them. I continued to fight the chains harder and harder, England may be skilled with magic, but not even his could last forever. I fought the chains, vowing to get my revenge.

Canada's POV

My eyes filled with the light as it consumed me. All I saw was light and letter and numbers codes that seemed to poor information in to my brain. It looked similar to the error codes you saw on a computer, though something told me that this was no error. As the codes continued holding all the information that my brain held, all the memories I had felt, and all the emotions I felt, I began to hear a voice I had not heard in a very long time, my mother's voice.

"Canada," she called. "Canada, go into the light, my son, go into the light. I felt like I could reach her, voice was so close I could almost feel it, but as I looked around there was nothing it was like I was in a blank white room.

"Mom, Mom," called but I got no answer, I continued to search, but I couldn't find her.

"Go in to the light Matthew," he voice said. "Just go in to the light." Her voice said, now sounding even more distant. I couldn't understand what she meant. What did she mean go into the light, I couldn't understand. I continued to look through this confusing place when I came across a plain white door. I was reluctant to open it at first, but I figured I had nothing to lose, I turned the knob and walked into the room that seemed to be glowing, and as I did I felt my body go through an intense change, my body seemed to radiate in light, and everything seemed to glowing. My head to fill with thoughts of light and happiness, I saw all of my friends, smiling and laughing, I saw Ukraine looking as if she were glowing with happiness, I saw us kissing, and I felt the feeling of love float between us, I saw Italy, smiling, his old self, and he walked at Germany's side, laughing and chatting. All of these made me feel happy and as the change the pictures moved faster and faster, smiling face, and happiness, I found myself calling "No" as the change came to an end and the pictures began to fade away, I ran after them, but I began to fade away as well, the next thing I know, I am on the floor, blood covering my body and chest aching with intense. I peek upward finally realizing where I was, when my eyes caught those of my mother. Her light brown hair and her faire slightly tanned skin, she was as beautiful as ever, yet her face was sad as she looked at both me and who I had to guess was America.

"U-we-tsi," she whispered looking like she may cry. I wanted to tell her that I was fine, that she didn't need to worry about me, but only rough air seemed to come out of my mouth. I longed to comfort her but nothing happened, and then without warning I felt as strong arms locked around me and began to carry me away. I reached for her, seeing a flashback of my childhood, when I was first taken from her, "No," I wanted to say. "I want to be with her" but not a single world left my lips as I watched her leave me again, too soon.

Hey guys, sorry for the delay with posting this chapter, I have had really busy past few weeks what with finals and the start of a new semester, it got to the point that when I got home I was too tired to really write, so if you read any of my other stories you'll probably notice a delay with those as well, so I will try to pick up my schedule again, but I can't promise anything, anyway please review because reviews make me want to write even when my brain is tired. * U-we-tsi means son in Cherokee.

Also any guesses on what is happening with Canada, I mean I kind of said it but it is all still not exactly explained, which I shall put more into detail in future chapters, just for what you have right now do you guys have and ideas for what might happen. I love hearing your ideas or suggestions, so leave a review.