Chapter 20

America's POV

I gazed at the World New paper in my hand. The headline read 'Germany leaves alliance against American Empire'. I laughed as eyes went over the words in the article reading it. Interesting so apparently because of the death of his brother Germany was leaving the alliance and going on his own, very, very interesting. So what did this mean for me? What would be my next move? It seemed like everything was falling in to play perfectly. All I really needed was a kink in the alliance, some sort of weakness. That is what I was looking for with all the killing I have been doing lately. Surrounding all the members of the alliance geographically, and hitting them emotionally, going for all their loved ones, Germany with his brother and house mates, France with the other two members of his trio, and Japan with his closest friends, all I needed was a bit of weakness to draw them out, and now they have given me the perfect opportunity to strike and end this for real, all I could seem to do was smile and laugh.

"My son," Mother said as she read over my shoulder. "You realize what they are doing here."

"Yes I do, Mother," I said. "I know exactly what they are doing"

"It's a trap"

"And will you ignore it or will you play into it just like they want you to," mother asked.

"I will play into their little plans, they think they can try and trick me, as if, I'm not the idiot they remember, however I believe it is time to end this game, I'm starting to grow bored of it," I told her, a smile growing across my face. "Once I end them and their silly little club the world will be mine and I can have all the souls and power I want. I shall have a complete feast on those silly little alliance members as if they think they can just beat me like that. They really have no idea what I can do. This is it, the final level, and I will be the winner.

Germany's POV

I walked towards the building, the same one we raided and tried to destroy, all of my weapons and gadgets set up. The alliance members could hear every word I said and track every step I took. They all stayed a couple of miles away ready to attack whenever I gave the word. I looked as if I was defenseless, but I had many weapons mikes and other things his on my, both for my safety and to help out the attack of the alliance. I had simply a pistol in my hand, part of the whole gig we were playing here. I'm not sure I would be able to go to into this place without it. I was supposed to be the fearless angry one of the group. I was supposed to be the tough one, the feared one, the country no one wanted to mess with, I was up there with Russia and America as the fiercest country, only rather than those too I wasn't completely evil and insane, though I am sure some of the other countries would disagree.

I walked to the door and looked over the building taking a deep breath before finally entering. This place…it seems like only a little while ago, we had been here, we destroyed everything we could, yet now it all looked in perfect order. How the hell did he get everything cleaned up in time? I walked in and looked around; it was a ghost town in here, no sound of anyone anywhere. I continued to walk, each step the hallway getting darker and darker I stopped halfway down a dim hallway and looked around, I could feel it, someone else's presence, it was weird, not the normal feeling you felt with someone else near, but more of a creepy feeling, like a chill down your spine sort of thing. I stopped raising my pistol and turned pointing it at the other person standing in the hallway. My heart was racing but I tried to conceal it with a poker face, you couldn't let your enemy know you are scared. Once you show fear in front of you enemy you have taken you first step towards being defeated. I pointed it at the person behind me and my eyes began to adjust to the dim light I saw the outline of the person who had startled me. The last person I would have considered to even be able to startle me. It was hard to not recognize him. I spent almost every day of my life yelling at him and trying to understand him. He was my closest friend and I had learned to actually love him. He looked at me and tilted his head, his little curl bouncing slightly. He took a step towards me and the chill up my spine seemed to get worse, I saw as he walked out of the shadows, now only a few feet away from me. He looked dead. He stepped out of the shadows and I looked him over. He looked pale and frail, and depressed, He stepped towards me looking blank, his arms were tied together with chains and his clothes were ripped and he had scars and scratched on his skin, he was attacked. But how, I saw during the other attacks, they explained it to me, they told me that when they were attacked with guns and other weapons that the wounds healed immediately, these wounds were covered in dried blood and looked days old, how was this possible? And why was he tied up, why was he different.

"Who are you," he said looking up at me. His eyes were blank like the others but there was a spark of something in them, some sort of light.

"Italy..." I said to him while I examined his wounds. "I am going to get you out of here; I'm going to get you back to normal."

"Admiring my handy work, Ludwig?" America asked as he materialized behind me.

I turned to him and glared.

"What did you do to him?!" I demanded my voice cold and dark.

He laughed, his laugh mocking me, fueling the anger inside of me. "I punished him. This is what happens to slaves who do not listen to their master, they get punished. He betrayed me, for that stupid Warrior of Light and so this is his punishment, he will be bond, and he will not be trusted. That is not what you asked though; you want to know how I hurt him, is that right?" He lifted the sword so I could see and he ran his fingers across the blade. "You want to know how to hurt them, right? You want to know how to hurt my minions, how to kill them right? Well the truth is both are possible, but only with this sword. The sword is quite special, but you already know that, with just one deadly swipe of the sword I can collect the souls of anyone I want, and with just a bit of magic they become my puppets, my servant, my slave, they follow any order I gave them and only I can allow them to be injured, or even die. They are mine, and I shall only dispose of them when I see fit. If you don't believe me, I could give you a show right now," he said as he pulled on Italy's chains bringing him closer to him, he put the sword across his neck.

"N-no, please, don't, I believe you, just let him go, you've punished him enough," I told him 6trying to plead with him, my weakness coming out.

He just laughed at me. "Ah, the mighty Germany, begging me for mercy for a friend, what a sight, you know you are just like your brother. He did the same thing, he begged for me to not hurt his precious friend Hungary, right before I put my gun to his head and splattered his brains across the wall." I growled as he mocked my brother right in front of my face, he had no shame did he, he murdered someone and here he is practically bragging to me about it. "He called himself the awesome Prussia, but he was just a big wuss, I swear, it was so easy I'm surprised no one did it before." I growled and grabbed him by his jacket and slammed him against the wall.

"You shut your mouth! My brother was a good man, and you killed him! You didn't even take him as one of your slaves, you just killed him! You bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are?! You just treat these people, who used to be your friends as if they are toys! You're nothing more than a bratty little kid! It's time someone taught you your place!" I raised my gun to his chin and I could feel his blade pressed against my stomach, ready to attack. He didn't look scared though, seeing that at any moment I could kill him, he looked like he was having fun. As if this was all entertaining to him? What the hell was wrong with him?! He laughed again, and then suddenly I felt stone hands on my shoulder and then out of nowhere I went flying back and I knocked in to the wall. I struggled to get up and saw my two attackers Poland and Lithuania, when the hell did these two get so damn strong?

"No one will hurt my master," Lithuania said in an emotionless whisper.

"Now Now Germany you're getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you? Wouldn't want that army you and the alliance have surrounding here put to waste. Do you think I am really such an idiot, Germany, that I believe that you left the alliance, I know you are bait and I played into just as you planned, I'm getting sick of you and your meddling alliance, you were fun toys at the time, but to be honest you have gotten boring. I'm determined to end this, now; you have been getting in my way for too long. He pulled me close and then plucked the mic from the inside of my collar. "Attention all troops, this is America, I'm ready for everything you have to throw at me, so

Bring. It. On."

England's POV

"Attention all troops, this is America, I'm ready for everything you have to throw at me, so, bring it on," he said, then which a load crunch we lost all connection with Germany.

"Fuck," I said. They got him, they got him, and we lost all sort of element of surprise, but we couldn't just give up yet, we had everything together, the human troops were here, all the members were here and ready to attack, and Mathew had the sword and was prepared to do anything we could to bring everyone back and take America down, but were we really ready to do something like this a full on battle with him?

"Arthur, Arthur, we have to do this, we can't back off now! We have to save Germany and the rest of them; we need to do this for Prussia and all the other people that have been hurt by this. We need to end this for real!" Canada shouted in to my ear piece.

"Are you sure," I asked. "What if we mess up like last time."

"We won't mess up like last time, we can't lose, because this time we have the only weapon that can face the one that he has," we cannot just sit back and let him win, this is our time!" Matthew shouted. "I don't care if you and the other troops leave but I am done with this! I am going in!" and just like that he was gone, I could see him run across the law towards the house, sword in hand. I knew for sure, that this was it, the end of everything; this would decide the fate of the rest of the world. Whether they would be free to live their life how they wish or be forced to live by America's evil rule. This was it.