Alright! Home stretch! We can do this! All I have left of school are APs and senior exams which I only have one or two of, so they won't distract me! We're gonna finish this!

Anyway, it's time for the always epic battle sequence! I laugh so hard at the battle between the servants and the mob; it's just so hilarious! Enjoy the epic fight!

Peter sniffled sadly as he nuzzled against Tino, "Why did she have to leave?" he whimpered.

"There, there, it will be alright," Tino soothed while trying to keep his eyes dry. Even if they didn't become human again, at least they would still be together.

"I knew it," Roderich growled, "I knew it was foolish and pointless to get our hopes up!"

Francis nodded, "It would have been better if she had never come at all." He said sharply, earning small nods from the other servants around. They really hated both Amelia and Lovino for giving up when they were so close to the end, but even they had to admit, so much had changed. Amelia had truly changed Lovino from the cold, recluse beast to the prince he used to be.

Antonio perked up as the sounds of loud and angry voices filled the air outside. The brush hopped over to the windowsill and his eyes widened, "Uh, amigos…we have a little problem here." he said uneasily.

The rest of the servants hopped over to Antonio and Francis let out a gasp, "Sacre bleu; invaders!"

"How did they find us?!" Tino cried.

"That albino guy has the mirror!" Antonio pointed out, spotting the green glow of the mirror in the leader's hand.

"What do we do?!" Peter cried.

Roderich's face turned serious, "Elizaveta, go alert Lovino!" he ordered and the tea pot hopped off as fast as she could. "The rest of you get the other servants ready; if it's a fight they want it's a fight they'll get!"

Gilbert stared in determination at the huge wooden door as memories flooded back to him. This was the same castle that his little brother had gone into ten years ago.

He had fallen in love with a prince despite his peasant status and he never came back out again. He remembered all those months he spent searching high and low for his beloved brother while ignoring everyone's final conclusion that he was dead. But after years of hearing that accusation he began to believe it himself.

Finally, he came to his own conclusion. Something had taken his little brother, and after hearing that there was a beast in that castle, this was his perfect chance for revenge. He would kill the monster that took his brother from him no matter what it took. He turned to the mob, "Take whatever treasure you want," he ordered, "But remember; the beast is mine!"

The servants were all rounded up in the main hall just as the voices reached the door. The wooden door was slammed with a battering ram made by a tree trunk punctuating the thunderous roar of 'Kill the beast!' repeated over and over. The servants all piled against the door in a vain attempt to hold them back; even Katyusha was staggering against the enormous force.

Meanwhile, Elizaveta made it to the West Wing where Lovino was staring sadly out the window as heavy rain began to fall. "Master!" Elizaveta called.

"Leave me alone," Lovino said softly; never had the teapot heard the beast sound so heartbroken.

"But sir, the castle is under attack; can't you hear them!" she said frantically.

"Yes, I know." Lovino responded dully, "It doesn't matter anymore; just let them come."

The wooden door creaked dangerously as it came close to opening. "This isn't working!" Antonio yelled.

Francis nodded, "We'll have to go to Plan B!" he ordered.

The servants nodded and got into position just as the door burst open. Gilbert and his followers slowly walked into the dark foyer that was filled with furniture and other junk. One person grabbed a candelabra that was lit to help with the light when a loud voice yelled, "NOW!"

All at once, the furniture sprang to life and pounced on the invaders. Bookshelves threw books at heads while dressers punched people with their drawers. Silverware and brooms flew about, whacking and pricking victims left and right. While the mob was busy with the living objects, no one noticed Gilbert quietly hurrying up the stairs with his bow and arrow ready.

Spatulas from the kitchen catapulted food into people's faces until one person came up from behind them with his shovel, ready to take them out.

"Up here you scurvy scum!"

The person looked up only to get a face full of boiling hot tea from the talking teapot on the rafters.

Katyusha let out a battle cry as she jumped from the balcony and crushed an unsuspecting hunter. She continued to fight, smacking people away with her drawers and doors. Katyusha turned to face another oncoming mobster and one of her drawers opened to reveal a compact mirror named Feliks and a green fine toothed comb named Toris.

"Let's see how you like your hair done!" Feliks snapped as Toris jumped and tangled himself in the mobsters hair before yanking him inside Katyusha who slammed the doors shut.

Much shaking and banging was heard inside the wardrobe before the mobster was kicked out wearing high heels, a green skirt, no shirt, a pearl necklace and make up that was so think he looked like a circus clown. The mobster screamed and ran out the door along with many other frightened and scarred mobsters while the braver ones continued to fight.

Francis cried out and yelped in annoyance as Gilbird flew around and pecked at him mercilessly. Roderich noticed his friend's distress and picked up a needle from his sewing basket (yes, he sewed, but he was proud of it!).

Holding the needle like a javelin, he threw it at the small bird. Gilbird let out a distressed chirp as the needle grazed his back roughly. The bird looked at the clock that was holding a handful of needles and throwing them one after another at him. Gilbird narrowly dodged the needles that were blurs in the air until he finally gave up and flew out the window. He would rather be a coward than be skewered by a sewing needle that a clock threw.

Even Peter and Hanatamago did their own share of fighting. The stool dog had managed to get one of the hunter's shoes, and with Peter on his back, they ran from three angry mobsters. "In the kitchen Hanatamago!" Peter cried.

The dog managed to slip inside the doors as many axes were thrown in their direction. The three hunters slammed the doors open to see the two furniture pieces cornered against the counter with nowhere to run. The hunters smirked as they raised their weapons when the counter drawers opened to allow multiple sharp butcher knives to pop up at the ready.

The oven also came to life spewing flames around itself causing the hunters to scream in fear and book it out of the castle. The servants all cheered as the last of the mob ran towards the woods, beaten and terrified.

Antonio laughed, "Well, that takes care of them!" he said.

If only he was right…

Lovino heard the door to the West Wing creak open slowly and a bow string being drawn back. He slowly turned to see Gilbert, his red eyes filled with no fear as he aimed the bow at him carefully. Lovino sighed and turned away wishing he would just get it over with already.

Even though he knew it was coming, Lovino couldn't help but let out a roar of pain as the arrow embedded itself in his back. He reached behind him and managed to pull the arrow out before Gilbert kicked him swiftly in the face causing him to crash through the window. Gilbert followed Lovino out the window and pushed him over the balcony causing him to roll down onto the roof.

Gilbert jumped after him and looked at the pitiful creature, "Get up," he growled as Lovino hung slightly off the roof. "Get up!" he barked giving him a small kick; if he wanted to avenge losing his brother and Amelia to this thing, he wanted a full fight. "What's the matter? To nice and sweet to fight back?" he taunted hoping to tempt it, but no such luck.

Gilbert frowned; he would have to try a different approach. He went over to the edge of the roof and broke off a piece of the stone decorations around the roof, creating a barbed club. He approached Lovino who was ready for the guy to just bash his head and be done with it.

"NO!"

Lovino's eyes flew open at the familiar voice. He looked down towards the castle entrance to see Amelia, her father, and Feli, watching the fight in horror. "Amelia…?" Lovino whispered.

Amelia's eyes widened as Gilbert raised his stone club above his head, "No! Gilbert, don't hurt him!" she yelled.

Lovino suddenly felt a familiar urge rush through him, but not out of anger. He had to survive now; for his family…and for Amelia. Gilbert brought the club down to strike but it was caught by a large furry paw. Gilbert looked as the beast rose to his feet, his eyes a dark beady black. Lovino growled fiercely as Gilbert pushed against him as hard as he could.

Without a word, Amelia darted towards the door and slammed it open, ignoring Arthur and Feli's cries as she ran up the stairs as fast as she could.

Lovino managed to push Gilbert away and advance on him as Gilbert backed onto one of the roofs of the smaller towers. Gilbert tried to strike again as the growling beast slowly climbed after him, but Lovino caught it and pushed him away again. Gilbert felt himself lose his balance and Lovino pounced on him sending them both down to a wide roof area.

Gilbert kicked Lovino off him and got to his feet looking for the creature. He spotted a hunched over figure and ran over to it. He brought his club down on its head only to find that he had hit a statue.

He looked ahead at the rows of statues ahead of him, all looking the same in the darkness, "Come on out and fight like a man!" Gilbert yelled. He slowly made his way down the aisle of statues, keeping his eyes peeled the whole time, "Were you in love with her beast?" Gilbert spit out, "Did you honestly think that after you took my brother you could take her from me?!" Gilbert began to feel a little cockier, "And what made you think that she would want you? You're nothing but a monster!"

Gilbert felt something loom over him and turned just in time to see Lovino and swung at him. The beast dodged the swing so Gilbert swung again but this time Lovino caught the club in his fangs. Gilbert barely managed to wrench the club out and began climbing up the roof again until he arrived back on the balcony of the West Wing where the fight began. Lovino climbed up quickly after him and met him up on the balcony.

Gilbert swung his club harder until Lovino was near the edge of the balcony. Gilbert grinned triumphantly, "It's over beast! Amelia is mine!"

Those words struck Lovino deep and with one jump, he snapped dangerously close to Gilbert's neck and swatted the club to the ground. He snatched Gilbert by the neck and held him over the edge of the balcony; with Lovino's strength all it would take was one throw.

Gilbert clawed at the paw around his neck, "Whoa whoa! Let me go! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything just don't kill me!"

Lovino's furious expression lingered on his face until he felt himself calm down. His face slowly softened and his eyes turned golden. Once he had regained control, he frowned and pulled Gilbert back onto the balcony, "Get the fuck out, and don't ever come back." He growled before throwing the albino to the ground.

Amelia burst through the doors of the West Wing, "Lovino!" she called, catching her breath.

Lovino turned around and his face brightened at the familiar face, "Amelia," he breathed. Amelia carefully ran around the rubble strewn about the floor and ran into Lovino's huge arms. She buried her face in his fur; she had never felt so relieved in her life.

The two broke away and Lovino gently caressed her cheek, "You came back," he said in disbelief.

Amelia smiled and put her hand on Lovino's paw as her eyes became moist. She finally realized now what she was feeling around him. Why she grew to care for him so much and feel so comfortable round him so much. It was because she...

Gilbert got up and saw the way Amelia and the beast stared at each other. He grit his teeth and fury filled his mind as he drew his dagger and ran towards the pair. Lovino saw him coming towards them and the knife and everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Lovino shoved Amelia away just as Gilbert's dagger entered the beast's side. Amelia was so shocked she could even scream, when her eyes fell on Gilbert's stone club. Scrambling to her feet she grabbed the club and approached Gilbert from behind. With one swing, she hit Gilbert on the back of the head causing the albino to crumple to the ground, out cold.

Amelia dropped the club and ran towards Lovino, Gilbert's dagger protruding from his side, pouring blood.

Me: LOVI NOOOOOOOOO!

Amelia: *reaching for club again* GILBERT YOU BASTARD! WHY CAN'T I KILL HIM?!

Me: Do you know HOW MANY Prussia fans would be pissed if we killed him?! I made a promise remember? Plus, Prussia's always the country that gets axed, I think he deserves a break!

Did you like how I threw in Poland and Lithuania at the last second? W00T!

Also, remember how in the first few chapters that his missing brother was part of the reason he was such an arrogant asshole? I decided to bring that back into play here instead of just losing Amelia.

Review or Lovino will DIE!

Amelia: WHAT?! *raises club*

Me: Hey hey put the club down, it's just a way to get people to respond! But seriously, review guys, we're almost done here!