Why hello there to the next chapter, everyone!

I finally know the name of the movie again XD It's called 'Quest of Camelot'. It is kinda strange at some points but entertaining and the effects with the magic sword are awesome!

Please enjoy this new chapter and I hope I did a good job with illustrating all the landmarks with my words. I had all these images in my head, but explaining them and writing them down was really hard to do _

And god is it late now… almost 3 am. *yawns*

Oh and thanks to |theSardonyx| for the line break tip!

I will go to sleep ~ R&R please! Would make this girl here very happy! =D

Listened to those soundtracks, while writing! Good inspiration!

watch?v=lP0D5u3EMfA

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England's way home was rather difficult this time, due to the pain in his chest that just didn't want to go away. He reached the door finally, twisting the key inside the keyhole and managed to enter the house and closed the door behind him, before he slipped down on his knees, taking a deep breath.

He placed a hand on his chest again, leaning against the wooden door to relax a bit. But he wouldn't have much time for that.

"Arthur!"

A loud and high-pitched voice caught his attention and he looked up to face one of his magic friends. It was his little fairy friend, Tinkerbell. She flapped wildly with her wings and landed on his knee.

"Arthur! Arthur, are you okey?", she asked with worry in her voice.

Arthur gave a small groan and nodded slightly.

"I'm.. I'm fine, don't worry. What is the matter, Tink?"

"England, something is wrong! Terribly wrong!"

Arthur blinked a few times and tried to stand up, using one of the nearby desks as a support.

The fairy grabbed one of his locks, pulling at it. She was worried about him, but hair panic about what she was about to tell was stronger than her concern about the nation she knew so many years right now.

"The sword! It's the sword! It's reacting to something!"

Arthur froze for a moment, trying to understand what she was talking about when a sudden realization struck him. She was talking about THAT sword. England pushed himself to his feet, shock written in his face.

"Are you sure.. about this?"

"Yes! Yes! Me and the other fairy's saw it with our own eyes! You have to come and take a look yourself, Arthur!"

The brit couldn't believe what the fairy was telling him. All those years the sword never ones made contact to him again, after he locked it away, to keep it save. He gave the fairies of his homeland the task to watch after the sword and prevent it to be found by humans or other forces on this world.

"I.. I haven't been down there for over… 1000 years…"

He moved his gaze to an old picture he had in his house. It was painted many years ago and showed a landscape with some kind of tower on it. Green grass and a blue and beautiful sky, the sun shining down on the hill in the middle of the picture.

"Glastonbury.."

The fairy pulled his hair again, hoping he would move already. England gave a long sigh and looked to the door.

"Well… I think I will take a look.. but I will bloody kill you, If you guys just imagined things!"

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The fairy only nodded and vanished again, leaving a tensed brit in the house. He took of his suit and put on his green uniform again. He reached the door and was about to pull down the handle, when someone knocked loudly at the wooden plate in front of him. He blinked a few times and opened the door to see a certain nation standing in front of him.

"Jo! Hey, Iggy!"

For the queens sake not HIM!

England rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"What the bloody hell do you want here, you git?"

"Nice seeing you, too! I just wanted to check on you, dude. Are you feeling better now?"

"Well, I was feeling better until YOU showed up!"

England rubbed his temples with his fingers with a long sigh. America looked kind of offended by his words.

"Dude, not cool! You are so mean!"

England pushed America out of the way and moved to his car.

"I don't have time for you, America. I have important things to do so please leave now!"

America watched as England took out the keys to his Mini.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"None of your business. Now please leave America. I have work to do."

America's eyebrows moved up, leaving a questioning look on his face. England would normally only wear his military uniform, when something serious was going on. America thought about it for a moment and started to smile. He went to the window of the driver's seat and peeked inside, watching how the other twisted the car key and the motor started with a loud growling. England looked up, almost getting a heart attack as he saw the others face so close to the window.

"Dude, I wanna come with you!"

"WHAT?! Why?!"

The American giggled when he saw the pale and shocked face of his brother. He knocked against the window, a big grin on his face.

"Hey, why not? I'm sure I can help you a bit with your work, you know?"

"Absolutely bloody-NOT! You will go back home and that's the end of it! Have a nice day."

"B-but Iggy~"

"And don't call me that!"

With those words, the brit drove away, leaving behind the American on his property. But America now was curious. He ran to his own car, a Ford Mustang, the newest one on the market so far.

He turned the key and started the engine to follow the brit

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The drive took almost three hours and at some point, America had problems following the brit with his car. America wasn't used to the driving on the wrong side of the road thing and it confused him at many points, so he almost lost the brit on one turn. As they arrived at their destination, all sky was covered with dark clouds, raining pouring down on the island. America always wondered, how it can RAIN so much here, but even after 400 years, he never got the answer. He parked his car on a parking lot, not to far from the brits mini, so he wouldn't lose him now. He waited for a moment in his car and watched as his ex-brother left the car, an umbrella in his hands and moved out of the town. America got out now, also taking out an umbrella to shield himself from the water that crashed down on the earth with no mercy. He took the time to look around a bit. This town didn't seem that special, so why would England come here?

He followed him outside and up the green hill, to its top, where some kind of old stone-tower stood. America kept his distance and hid behind a pair of bushes, so he wouldn't be noticed by England and just watched the other, as he reached the building. He looked around for a moment and took a deep breath. Suddenly, America could see how his mentor pulled out a knife from his pocket and America's eyes widened. What was he doing?! England took of his glove and placed the blade on his palm. He slid the knife with a fast movement over it and blood bubbled out of his skin.

What the fuck?!

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England waited for his hand to be completely stained by it and he moved to one of the stones at the tower, brushing some old vines away and placed his hand in some kind of hole. He turned around than, like he was waiting for something to happen, his bleeding hand still inside. Suddenly a light flashed a few meters in front of him on the ground and the light started to draw some kind of circle on the ground. America's eyes almost popped out of their sockets from surprise as a magic circle drew itself on the ground and the ground started to shake a bit, as some kind of hidden way opened itself in front of him. The ground started to move to the side, opening up an old staircase made of stone that let down into the darkness. The shaking stopped and England pulled out his hand again, wrapping a bandage around it, as he stepped on the first stair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, like he was about to enter the cave of a monster. Shortly after that, he vanished from America's sight, right into the hole. Now was his chance! He let go of the umbrella and sprinted to the staircase. He saw how the earth started to close up again. He jumped inside, landing on the stairs with a loud 'UFF!', right before the hole closed itself. Now he was completely in the dark, shivering like hell.

Uaah! This is so creeepyyy!

He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and turned it on, so he could use it as a flashlight. He carefully stepped down the stairs now, slowly and as quiet as possible. After a few minutes he realized, that it was getting brighter, the darkness slowly fading away, so he turned of his cellphone again when he finally reached the source of the light… he was stunned of what he saw in front of him.

He was surrounded by blue crystal. It was a cave.. no, more like a chamber, with carved pillars and an arch of stone in front of him with an old writing on it. The language was really weird to America. On the ceiling of the chamber, there was a big, glowing crystal, filling this whole room with light and there, right behind the arch, in the middle of the room stood England. He looked down on something, but America couldn't see what it was, from where he was standing. He took a few steps closer, when he heard England's voice, whispering something.

"So it's true… what is the meaning of this..? And why now?"

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America took a step closer to his mentor, but right in that moment, the other turned around in a flash, a clicking noise reaching America's ear. Before he knew it, England was facing him, half turned, a gun pointing directly at America's forehead and between his eyes. He froze and just stared at his brother with fear and shock. England's eyes were filled with tension, just like his body, as he stood there, ready to kill someone. But when he recognized the person in front of him, that face faltered immediately.

"A.. America!?"

He lowered the weapon and moved back a bit.

"W-what the bloody hell are you doing here?!"

The American slowly recovered from the shock and relaxed again slowly.

"Holy shit… you scared the fuck out of me there, England."

He gave nervous laugh and placed a hand on his head.

"Dude, I.. I just wanted to know what was going on, so I followed you."

England blinked a few times, putting the weapon back where it belonged. He face palmed shortly after that.

"All the way here..? Are you stupid or something?"

"No. Just curious of what was going on."

He looked around, his eyes sparking with excitement.

"Dude, this place is AMAZING! Look how sparkly those crystals are! I'm sure there are worth more than a million dollars!"

"America, this place is off limits for every other nation! Get out of here!"

America looked at his ex-brother, blinking a few times, before he started to grin again.

"Whaaat? You are no fun, Iggy! Oh, by the way."

He pointed on the bandaged hand.

"Doesn't that hurt? Why did you cut it in the first place?"

England was not amused. Not. At. All. He gritted his teeth, anger showing in his face.

"America… this is none of your business… You shouldn't be here. This is a sacred place, older than you are and I will NOT let you dishonor it with your stupid American attitude, do you understand me?! Now LEAVE AT ONCE!"

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America flinched back as he heard the tone in his ex-mentors voice. That was not like England at all.

"D-dude.. calm down, please. I-I won't touch anything, alright? What is this place anyway?"

England's face softened a bit by that question and he looked up to the bright crystal other their heads.

"This is a sanctuary. I hope you know, what that means. It's a sacred place, for only one purpose. To protect…"

"Erm.. And what does it protect?"

"This."

England took a step aside, revealing an Altar with something on it. The Altar was made of white stone with lots of carvings and symbols on it and soft and old looking fabric on. And there, on the fabric, was a sword. No, it was not lying on the fabric it was FLOATING over it. Yes, floating! The sword was beautiful. It's blade had carvings on it too and the handle had a blue diamond in the middle. America's jar dropped.

"Woah, dude! That is amazing! How are you doing that with the floating, by the way? That's a nice trick!"

"It's magic, you moron.. do you have any idea what sword you are looking at? This is the magic sword , Excalibur. I sealed it down here, many years ago."

"Waaaait WHAT?! Excalibur? Like, King Arthur Excalibur?"

England sighed, placing a hand on his hip.

"Good grieve. I'm actually impressed that you know something of that tale."

"DUDE! You read it to me so many nights, when I was a child. Of course I remember it!"

England chuckled by that memory. Yeah, that was always his favorite story to tell. He got pulled out of his thoughts, as he saw how America approached the sword.

"Don't touch it!", England screamed, but the warning was a little to late. The moment America's fingers made contact with the blade, a shockwave hit him and gave him a short flight through the chamber. He screamed, made contact with one of the crystal pillars and fell to the ground next to it. England rushed to his side, kneeling down beside him.

"America, are you alright?!"

The other shock his head for a second, giving a small groan of pain.

"Urg.. yeah.. yeah I'm fine. God, that hurt…"

England gave a sigh and helped America back up.

"You idiot… your curiosity will kill you one day! The sword can't be touched by other people. Only the King can lay a finger on it."

"Okey, I got that."

America rubbed his hurting skull and watched how England moved to the altar again, looking down on the object in front of him. His green eyes inspected the blade with care. America got the sinking feeling, that England had something to do with that sword. Why was he here anyway?

"Erm.. England..?"

He pulled himself back to his feet, picking up his glasses he lost in the flight and put them back on his nose.

"Why are you here, anyway?"

England tensed his shoulders for a moment, not looking away from Excalibur in front of him. The ornaments on the blade were glowing in a strange color. He knew, what it meant. Danger.. Danger was ahead.

"The.. the fairies told me, to come here. Something is not right.. And I had a suspicion that I wanted to clarify. Why I went unconscious in the meeting, the pain in my chest… It all makes sense to me, now.", he mused, deep in thoughts. He turned around to his little brother, deep worry written in his face and his eyes. His thick eyebrows drew together, wrinkles forming on his forehead.

"Something bad Is about to happen… something really bad.."

America would have started to laugh normally, telling England that he was crazy for saying that fairies led him here, but somehow.. seeing England so tensed and restless made him actually think about his actions for once. What was England talking about? And what did that sword have to do with everything?