Chapter 22

Canada's POV

The wind blew and carried specks of water from the nearby waves with it. The sky was dark and I thought I saw flashes of lightning behind the darkened, gloomy clouds. I run towards him, the sword buzzing with power in my hand, it was close to the other sword, and it knew it. This was the sole purpose it was created, to destroy everything this so-called sword of souls had created. A sword that had now evolved to its full and last form - The sword of darkness, it takes the mind of its wielder, and leaves incurable insanity. My brother was left in front of me, far from the man I used to know, his soul and mind long gone, leaving a monster in his place, a monster that is a creation from both my mother and the sword itself, and he is just a dark being now. I shouldn't even call him my brother…but to look at him, and to look into those eyes I used to know, contorted into this being that just hates and hurts people, this being that takes the souls of others to strengthen its madness on the real soul inside, recreating it till its true purity and humanity is weak and dying and dripping in madness and death,…it's heart breaking….

He ran towards me, and when I should have attacked, I hesitated. He swung his sword at me, attempting to him me straight in my head; I quickly came back to reality and blocked his shots, sparks flying from the blades, some of just metal meeting metal, some of pure electricity from touching of two spiritual opposing forces. He smiled at me, not the normal heart warming happy smile, but the same blood lusted smile I have seen for so long.

I got free of his blade and attempted to attack, closing my eyes, I felt my blade stop and heard the sound of our blades clashing yet again, sparks flying as well. I opened my eyes and heard him chuckle.

"After all this time do you really think killing me will be that easy?! I am far from done brother, you are the only thing left in my way and it is time for you to fall!" He shouted and swung his sword at me over and over. I moved to block but he moved just so fast…. I thought I was done, but I began to feel more power in my palms, radiating from the sword and before I knew it, it was as if I was not pulling the sword but it was pulling me itself. It helped me; it protected me and kept his blade from me. I saw a bit of amusement leave his eyes and replace with frustration and annoyance. Killing me would not be as easy as he had planned. He smiled and stepped back for a moment, he stopped attacking me but it was clear that he looked guarded, if I attacked he could easily block it, and he left no openings.

"Tell me brother, why did you join me before…when I offered it? When I told you that we could rule the world together, I could have given you anything you wanted, we could have been kings, no gods! Why did you reject me, what was your reasoning? Surely a huge nation like you doesn't have a problem with conquering land and such, why reject me, anyone else would have just given in… you even tasted a soul, felt the power of the soul, the power of the darkness creeping into your soul, Why reject it? You know it feels so good," he purred has he slid his fingers along the blade.

"I rejected you…because what you did…what you were doing, it was bad, it was terrible, it was completely horrible. When…when you made me kill Italy… it felt good at the time… because that was the sword, the sword is what clouds your mind and makes it feel alright… but it isn't. Alfred, you need to stop using it, please just get rid of it, destroy it, this isn't you, you know this isn't you, causing such evil, you don't really want to do this, its just the sword that is making you thinking this way, it is clouding your mind and ruining your judgment, please, just… give it back to Mother, or throw it in the ocean or break it with your own hands, please, just get rid of it, I know you are still in there, brother, I know I can reach you, just please. I know you, just get rid of this and we can put it behind us," I begged him, he was feeling calm enough to talk, maybe he was in there.

He just laughed at my efforts. "You know me? You know me? Yeah right, none of you know me so don't try to spout that shit. You think just because you are my brother you know me, just because you are my friends you know me, just because you are my family you know me. None of you assholes know two shits about me! You all think I am some loud mouth hero loving idiot fag who doesn't know when to shut his mouth and is completely self-centered, am I right? I don't feel bad about killing all you, not because of the sword but because it's what I want to do! I want to cure this fucking world of all you fucking ass holes. I don't even care because none of you were really my friends, sure you all pretended to and damn some of you played your parts really well, but I know you are all fucking lying shits! You all hate me, you pretend to stand me and then stab me in the back minutes later. Even you, my fucking brother, the war of 1812 you and Eye Brows burnt down my white house, you attacked me and stabbed me in the back just like everyone else I have been stupid to trust! Everyone also decided that every fucking thing that's bad that happens in the world is all my fucking fault. I am the cause of all the world's problems and they all blame me. Well you know what, I am done with this, I am solving the real problem in the world, everyone fucking else, I have been a victim of everyone else's blame, and you know what, when they are all dead, there won't be anyone left to blame me for their misery!" he said. He let out a furious scream and charged at me, his blade reach, I quickly blocked his attack. He was breathing heavily and angrily, his eyes were nearly glowing with such anger that it all just seemed to roll off him in waves. He growled and I could tell my real brother was long gone now. I've had nothing left of him but the memories. Every shred of his old self, and his humanity was gone. My brother was dead.

America's POV

I kept stabbing and stabbing but the fucking shit wouldn't die, he blocked and blocked every one of my shots. I couldn't hit him! Why couldn't I fucking hit him he had always been so weak and pathetic, how the fuck did he get so strong, who the fuck was this?! This wasn't my whiney fag of a brother! I stabbed at his gut, but he moved back missing my attack, he used his sword defensively, not using a single offensive attack after the one he did at the beginning of the battle. How the fuck did he expect to win this? What did he thing that fluffy shit he was saying would get to me. That I would think about it and turn over a different leaf? What would I be so enlightened by his words that I realize what I was doing was wrong and see the light? What would happen next would we hold hands and go fucking skipping through a field of flowers while fucking unicorns jumped over us and candy fell from the sky? What the fuck did he think this was some kind of gay fairytale, god he was suck a moron its pathetic!

I kept trying, I moved and moved and kept attacking him but nothing fucking worked! What the fuck was he! WHY THE FUCKING HELL COULDN'T I FUCKING HIT HIM?! I got so close with the blocking of one hit that our faces were inches apart, he glared angrily in my eyes and I smirked back. Ha, sure he may be an all mighty swordsman all of a sudden but he was still my stupid little twin brother. I quickly raised my knee upwards with all the strength hitting him in the one place he should have kept covered. I kneed him in the crotch. I he let out a grunt and a cry of pain and hunched over a bit.

As I heard his cry out, as I heard his voice, I could feel myself soak up his pain. A smile spread across my face as the blood lust grew. I swung my sword, and like before he went to evade it but of course there was no way he would be able to move with such quickness for at least a few more minutes. I hit him right in his leg, and he let out another cry I saw as his pants ripped where my sword had hit, and blood began to drip out. Yes, blood, blood, more blood I wanted more blood, I attacked again and he attempted to block but I hit him right in his arm, his clothes ripped again and more blood showed. Blood, blood, more, more, more! I laughed as I saw the crimson liquid drip out. He was bleeding like the fucking weak ass he was! I laughed exhilarated. I felt the warm smell of blood waft through the air to me as I breathed it in. I loved it smell, it always came right before my favorite… the smell of death, the greatest scent in the world. It made you feel so strong, so superior, and so invincible. I loved it. I closed my eyes enjoying it, pressing deeper with my sword for more. When I felt a sharp feeling in my side, I opened my eyes and felt his sword digging into my side, calling blood of its own. He looked at me, his eyes looked so serious and angry…more than I have ever seen on him, this was a new look for my brother. He reached with his free hand and gripped my sword and pulled it out of his shoulder, causing his hand to bleed as well. He didn't show any sort of reaction to that, and he showed no reaction when pulling the sword from his body, no cry, no tears, none of the pain even showed in his face, he didn't even , look hesitant or unsure about stabbing me in the side, he looked confident and deadly. So much that I all I could do was stop and stare in awe. An aura of light seemed to float around him and he moved his sword again slashing me across the check. He just looked so…bright…and pure…like…a god…. What…was going on here? He moved for the killing blow but I stopped him and blocked. That didn't seem to deter him, he continued to attack, each hit getting stronger, and he stepped forward and kept attacking. I felt myself walking backward just to block him. He had such power…but how? I killed all these people just to become the strongest being on earth, how was he out powering me?! We fought, like a dance, one attacks one blocks, in perfect synchronisms. I used everything to equalize the strength between both of us; this was it this was when I would finally end it, where I would win! I let out a yell of frustration I didn't want it to come to this, but I would have to do it, I was the only way I could win. I would put everything on the line just to win. I would win! I had to! It was my destiny! I was God!

Japan's POV

We fought, we did everything we could. I did my best to protect me allies around me, but as I fought a felt this weird feeling deep inside me, inside my soul, I looked over where the source was coming from. I saw Canada and America fighting fiercely, none of them showing any weakness. I let out a gasp of amazement.

This….this…couldn't be, I rubbed my hands and tried to clear my eyes and looked back again…it looked as if…they had wings… springing right out from their backs, Matthew's were pure white and America's were as dark as death, they had an amazing aura flowing around them one of light and one like a black smoke of darkness. It was a completely amazing sight. I looked around and saw the rest as they fought, a few of them glanced over at Canada nervously, awaiting his help against these zombies, but their eyes old me they didn't the amazing site I did.

Two angels, one of Light and one of Darkness, fighting for the fate of the earth…. Tears fell from my eyes…this really was our only hope. As I fought for my life, I held my Katana close, and softly prayed to the gods.

Please let him win.

Happy Thanksgiving guys~!

I love Thanksgiving and Christmas and the time in between too, frankly if you haven't noticed I am a freak.

This year I am actually thankful two things.

1stly all of you wonderful beautiful people, you guys really are amazing, I feel so great writing for all of you and I getting all excited over all the reactions I will get for all the chapters. You guys really make me feel great with all the reviews and favorites and stuff, it's just amazing, you guys really do make it worth it.

I am also thankful for Liondancer 17, she is the best! If you guys have read other stories of mine…or any stories of hers and… hell even past chapters of this story you know how awesome she is! She is amazing I love her for everything~ ^^

One last thing, not to sound all PC or anything but I hate hate hate the word that I keep making America use in this chapter, my fingers burn for typing it, I hate it, it's a terrible word to call someone, please don't say it, you all know which word I am talking about…. And If you don't then good for you… bad I'm not sure… depending on whether you just don't know the word of if you use it so much that you don't consider it bad (it is bad, it's terrible!)

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