The final battle awaits them! Four countries are now face-to-face with Italy Veneziano. Their objective: either to beat him or bring his pedestal down so that they can all bombard him. Since he's fragile…the first one might be easy. Hopefully.

And wow…so much support from the fans O_o

As a result, I edited! All non-attack names are now going to have translations next to them!

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The four of them tensed as Italy rose from his seat. His eyes were dead as he turned toward them, the canvas in front of him now covered with the image of daisies. Suddenly, the two canvases behind him glowed, forming the images of two demons straight from the Vatican.

"Gah!" Seyel backed up. "Since when did he know how to draw those things?"

"Let's see…Holy Roman Empire has too much time on his hands!" Matthew spat. "So can we kick his ass now?"

Remind me never to make Canada wear a hoodie… Kiku shivered.

"Feliciano!" Ludwig grabbed his whip. "It's me, Germany! Do you remember me?"

He didn't say anything as the demons charged toward them. Their claws were glowing with a green aura, sizzling the air that surrounded it. They were quick to jump around them, yet the demons were quicker and were behind them yet again.

"You're not taking advantage of us, bastards!" Canada whipped around, his fist glowing. "Poing d'érable!"

His fist landed right between their eyes, instantly turning the demon to paint. His head quickly turned around and saw the second one heading straight toward him. Grinning, he jumped out of the way as a pole came out of nowhere and stabbed it right in the stomach.

"And you thought I was weak!" It was Seychelles. "I know how to handle myself!"

"All right…just leave him there for a minute…"

Kiku suddenly teleported behind it, slicing his head clear off. Seyel pulled the pole out as she walked backward (she couldn't trust herself to running out). Before their eyes, they saw the two seconds of the demons turning into their own demons, and she panicked.

"Th-they won't stay down!" She panicked.

"They will after this." Japan held his katana low to the ground. "Tenshi no yajirushi... Oni hakai!"

His blade quickly spun in the air, glowing a bright yellow. It instantly destroyed all of the monsters, globs of paint raining down onto the pedestal. Ludwig took that as a cue to charge toward the Italian again. This time, however, another painting came to life. This time, they were four birds bearing the Holy Roman Empire robe.

"Damnit…you're not holding me back!" He pulled out the pocket watch. "Feuer! Komm zu mir! [Fire! Come to me!]"

Instantly, the fire dog ran to his side, the flames roaring to life on its body. Feliciano only lifted his hand for the birds to charge toward him. Germany's hands pulsed, the fire completely surrounding him and now becoming a tornado.

"Vulkan Regan!"

The fire dog jumped into the air, blowing up into meteors halfway in the air. The birds vanished in midair, leaving only the ones on the platform. The three of them stood next to Ludwig as Feliciano walked toward them, his steps light and almost angelic at the most.

"Tu stai per morire qui ..."

"What the heck did he say?" Canada looked at Ludwig. "Hey, Germany! Translate, will ya?"

"...he's going to kill us all?" Germany looked confused, almost shocked. [A/N: He actually said "You're going to die here."]

"Wait, wha-?"

"Insanguinare la Croce."

Above them hovered thousands of crosses, all the colors of the Italian flag. They started raining down, ten at a time, forcing them to dance for the emotionally dead Italian. Before they knew it, they felt the ground shaking and descending: they had succeeded in getting the pedestal down. However, Germany felt something dig deep into his hip.

"West!" Gilbert looked at one of the crosses. "That's it! Strahlenkranz!"

He threw a whole disc of bright yellow energy, destroying all the crosses above them. Elizabeta and Roderich were quick to grab a hurt Ludwig as Feliciano slowly walked toward them, unafraid. It was completely the opposite of what they would usually expect from someone like him.

"Cosa ti è successo, Ludwig? [What happened to you, Ludwig?]"

Germany looked up as the figure stood his ground, his robe hovering like an angel's garment. His eyes were dead, just like what he expected it to be. What was Holy Roman Empire doing to him? What was his urge to be a country doing to sweet Feliciano?

"Si è utilizzato per essere così forte ... [You used to be so strong...]"

"F-Feliciano..."

He lifted up his hand, glowing a bright yellow, when he suddenly heard someone dashing straight at them. Quickly, Liechtenstein pulled him out of the way as Feliciano got into a one-on-one fight with his older brother. Punches and kicks were flying in the air before Feliciano was tossed aside.

"Oi, fratello! I thought you were annoying as it is, but i never thought you'd be this stupid!" He called to him. "Don't you remember the potato bastard at all?"

"Certo che mi ricordo, fratello... [Of course I remember, brother...]" He answered. "Wie kann ich das Große Deutschland vergessen? [How can I forget the great Germany?]"

Lovino stared at him in confusion until he finally saw it: there was another figure in his brother's eyes. It wasn't his brother in that body...it was someone else...

Oh shit.

Hey, that was crossing in everyone else's heads too.

"Holy Roman Empire's in there, isn't he?" Feliks sighed. "Oh great...have fun, Lovino!"

He quickly brought back up the one-on-one duel. They were punching and kicking each other as hard as they could, but it became apparent that Lovino was losing. One punch later, he staggered back and looked up, seeing Feliciano glide peacefully right in front of him.

"Arrivederci... [Good-bye...]"

One blast later, Lovino was tossed to the other side of the room, crashing into the wall. Everyone stood there in shock, ready to jump Feliciano if they had to, when they saw Antonio have a chill down his spine. The vines around his arms quivered back in fear, as if they knew something.

"Something's...different..."

"Different?" Alfred looked confused.

"Oi, Roman...I think you neglected to note something."

Everyone looked up and saw that the smoke was separating, revealing that Romano was barely harmed from that attack. But what caught their attention was that his outfit had completly changed...to the same white robe that his brother had been wearing as well. Lovino jumped onto his feet.

"I may not be like my brother...but I'm still Italy, dammit!" He grinned. "And now I'm going to kick your little German ass out of my brother, whether you like it or not!"

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Please bear with my really crappy names for these attacks. Please? Cause I really suck at naming them at this point and time. I really do. Sorry. Yeah, so translations are here…in case anyone are somewhat curious and whatnot.

EDIT: All the translations are up in the story, but for authenticity's sake, all the attack names are kept down here.

[Poing d'érable] FRENCH– Maple Fist (Yes…Maple Fist. Judge me now.)

[Tenshi no yajirushi... Oni hakai!] JAPANESE– Angel's Arrow…Demon Destruction!

[Feuer! Komm zu mir!] GERMAN– Fire! Come to me!

[Vulkan Regan!] GERMAN– Volcano Rain!

[Tu stai per morire qui ...] ITALIAN– You're going to die here...

[Insanguinare la Croce] ITALIAN– Bloody Cross

[Strahlenkranz] GERMAN– Radiant Halo

[Cosa ti è successo, Ludwig?] ITALIAN– What happened to you, Ludwig?

[Si è utilizzato per essere così forte ...] ITALIAN– You used to be so strong...

[fratello] ITALIAN- Brother

[Certo che mi ricordo, fratello ...] ITALIAN– Of course I remember, brother...

[Wie kann ich das Große Deutschland vergessen?] GERMAN– How can i forget the great Germany?

[Arrivederci ...] ITALIAN– Good-bye...

And...yeah. Keep up the reading, guys! Review what you will.