Sorry for the long update, was busy with Winter Break and exams =_=
But here it is! Enjoy~ .7.

(This has not been edited but will be in the near future)

Chapter 6

Place: Albany, New York, U.S.A.

Meanwhile on the other side of the world, Alfred was enjoying his late morning at his house, in bed. He didn't bother getting up, even though he felt hungry. Alfred had been feeling weird since last night. Like, there was something big happening that he wasn't informed about. Then again there was Russia and England's plan. That irritated him the most. He sighed and stared at the ceiling, watching his ceiling fan go clockwise at a rhythmic pace. How peaceful... until he heard his doorbell rang. Groaning, he slowly got up, put on a shirt, and walked downstairs.

"I'm coming!" he shouted as the doorbell rang the second time. He opened the door to see his brother, Matthew.

"H-hey Alfred" the Canadian greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, it's just you," Alfred replied and stepped back, "come in"

Matthew walked in and sat down on the couch. He looked at his fingers and fiddled with them. Alfred went to the kitchen and got them a cup of water. Walking towards his brother, he notices that something was wrong with him.

"Hey, you alright bro?" he says while handing him a cup.

Matthew takes it and quietly thanks him. "U-um... I don't know about this"

"What do you mean?"

The Canadian takes a sip before starting. "You know, about this war with the Nordics" he continues to stare at the floor, not meeting his brother's eyes.

The American sighs and sits next to him, glancing off to the side. He sees the cars passing from his window. "Yeah... But it's not my fault that we got into this mess"

Matthew nods and takes another sip. Silence quickly takes over and the twin countries sit there. In the next building over, there was a short man looking at their window. There was a bed spread covering him so he camouflaged with the sky.

"Why do I have to do this..." he whispered to himself, "this is just cruel of Denmark..."

He saw Alfred in front of Matthew through the window. At least they don't notice him, not like they could anyway. There was a sniper next to him, he takes it and points it at them. Aiming at Alfred, he slowly puts his finger on the trigger.

"...Please forgive me, America"

He slowly moves it to a better and different position and pulls it.

Place: Somewhere in the Atlantic Sea

England shoots out another lighting bolt and Norway shoots fire from his hands. As the two elements make contact, it explodes with black smoke hanging in the air.

Norway's troll appeared and he was about to cast another spell. As the smoke cleared, England was hold out his wand with the star on top and it was glowing. He to, was about to cast something. The star was storing something from the atmosphere and it shot out a beam of lightning at him. Norway made a magic shield that reflected the attack , making it shoot back at him. England suddenly grew wings that were made of snow white feathers and dodged it by flying up. The beam hits the magic shield and it disappears completely.

"W-what the...!?" Norway's eyes widen a little at this shock. How could he grow wings, just like that!?

He felt very light all of a sudden. Looking around, he was floating and then looked below him, his troll friend was lifting him up. Now both countries were in the air. Without hesitation, Norway casts a fire spell and four fireballs form around him. He says something in Norwegian and they go straight at him. England flies away and the fire follows after him. Luckily, the magic barrier extended as he flew farther out. At least he wouldn't crash or something. He casts another spell and lightning bolts go after the fire. Most of them miss, but two were able to be eliminated. Two fireballs were left.

The British man stopped and put up a magic shield, making them disappear as they made contact with it. He suddenly was caught by two huge pair of hands. Struggling was useless and he saw the troll of Norway's was the one who got him. "W-what the...!?"

Norway summoned two fireballs on his hand. "Surrender England! And I might spare your life"

The Brit rolls his emerald eyes. "Pffft- yeah right, it's not like its going to hurt me"

Pointing at England, the fireballs go zooming at him. He hides a smile. England on the other hand has a trick up his sleeve. As the fire gets closer, England disappears and the fire hits Norway's troll. It didn't do any effect on him so he let the flame slide.

"Tsk, where are you?" the Norwegian looks around, seeing no human soul anywhere. Did he run away? No, that just wouldn't be right. Used magic to make himself invisible? Possibly. He took out a small pouch and opened it, revealing a lime coloured powder. Taking a fist full of it, he throws it up in the air. The powder spreads like smoke and covered the whole area. Norway looked for the disappeared Brit again. Before he turned around, something head butted his back. He fell and slid from the impact. It was a small greenish creature, it was hard to tell since it blended well with the powder. It had wings and long ears that stood straight up.

"Good job lad!"

There was a familiar voice heard nearby, Norway couldn't tell where though, nor his throbbing back didn't even care. "Where are you England!? Show your self!"

England laughed, showing schadenfreude in his laughter. "But the fun just got started!"

Another lighting bolt was shot at Norway. He luckily dodged in time before it electrocuted him.

"I better think of something fast..." Norway growled to himself, "or this bastard is gonna kill me!"