OMG! I did it! After 7 hours of nonstop writing! The next chapter is up! And it is EPIC!

I'm sooo proud of myself. I hope I got America's character correctly here XD It is normal for him to take some time to get things right?

And he brings the comedy in here! XD

Thanks again to youtube for supporting me with music =3 I love you *glooms her speakers*

Read and write a comment, or France will invade your vital regions! Muhhhaah!

Enjoy~

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They just looked at each other for some time, no one daring to speak right now. America took his time to let all the information sink into his brain. He wanted to say something, when England's attention suddenly shifted to something else. America watched in confusion, as England moved his head around, like he was following something with his gaze. America couldn't see all the fairies, which surrounded his mentor now, a loud chaos of voices surrounding him.

"Woah, calm down, everyone! I can't understand a word you are saying!"

"Black magic! There is black magic nearby and it's coming closer!", a fairy screamed, shivering.

"But this place is sealed. Whatever it is, it can't find us here."

Another fairy flapped its wings wildly completely in panic.

"But it is one of HER creatures, Arthur!"

England froze, shock forming in his face. He knew, that his friends could only mean ONE person.

"But.. but that is impossible… I sealed her away! There is no way something formed from her magic can exist here!"

America took a few steps closer to the panicking nation, one of his eyebrows moving up.

"Erm, Iggy? What is going on…? Are you talking to your imaginary friends again?"

"THEY ARE NOT IMAGINARY!", England hissed loudly, looking back to America now, all fairies also staring at him, truly offended by the boys words.

"How rude."

"Really rude."

"That boy is such a non-believer…"

England moved to him, grapping his jacket with his hands. His green eyes focused on America's blue ones, looking quite serious now.

"America, you stay here, do you hear me? You will NOT leave this chamber, until I give you the permission to do so, understood?"

America blinked a few times, not knowing what do say by that sudden seriousness of his ex-brother. He just nodded slightly.

"Dude, whatever you say, man…"

England let go of the young nation and ran to the other end of the chamber, on some kind of plateau with old markings carved in its ground. He whispered some words and the symbols started to glow, forming another magic circle. America shielded his eyes from the light, that surrounded England and when it was gone, England was no longer standing on it. He was gone.

"He really has to show me those tricks one day…", he whispered, folding his arms in front of him.

"Hm… well, know that he is gone, I can take a look around!"

England appeared inside the stone tower and moved outside. Know, he felt it, too.. Something evil was approaching.. He cursed himself for not taking one of his magic books with him. He would have to rely on the spells he memorized and the gun in his pocket. Suddenly, he heard a voice ringing in his ears. A female's voice, laughing sadistically, echoing through his mind.

"Arthur~ It has been sooo long…"

He knew that voice… He looked around, searching for the source, but he saw nothing except the rain that still made its way down on his island.

"Where are you?! Show yourself!"

"Oh my.. you've grown older, my boy, but you still look so handsome~ Even though it has been… how many years, again? One thousand? Yes, that's it. You really are a special one, aren't you?"

Suddenly a dark cloud formed on the hilltop, shifting into the form of a woman. She wore a long dress that mostly covered her arms. The rest was quiet.. light. Yes, light would be the best word. He didn't remember ever seeing so much skin of her body. Her long and black hair moved in the air and her dark eyes inspected him with something that could be mistaken by lust.

"It was not very nice of you.. to lock me down in this dark place, you know? The abyss was sooo unpleasant~", she mused, a small chuckle escaping her throat.

"But I told you, I would be back one day. Did you forget my little promise?"

"Morgan…."

England growled, pulling out his gun and aiming it on her.

"I thought I banished you for good… How the bloody hell did you escape?!"

She placed a hand on her mouth, laughing loudly.

"Oh, Arthur. You underestimate my powers, love. Did you really think a prison would be enough to keep me locked inside forever? You fool…"

Her gaze moved to the gun, he was holding. She cocked her head to the side.

"Oh and what is that supposed to be? Looks like a toy, if you ask me."

Arthur didn't waist anymore time now. He pulled the trigger of his gun and the bullet flew directly towards Morgan. She didn't seem very surprised or anything. She just stood there, watching the fast object, as it didn't hit her, but an energy barrier in front of her. England's eyes widened.

"Was that it? How disappointing."

England shook his head and fired another bullet. And another. But he soon realized that his shoots didn't do ANYTHING to her barrier.

She got stronger… I can feel it…

He moved down the weapon, staring at the witch in front of him. She just shook her head, moving up her finger.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Now it is my turn."

She pointed her finger to him, lightning forming in her Fingertip. England quickly made his move and jumped to the side, escaping the lightning bolt she was about to release on him barely. It hit the stones of the tower and a loud bang echoed through the hill from the impact. England rolled over the ground, quickly recovering and stood up and went into a sprint, as he dodged the next lightning bolt, which targeted him. He started whispering words while moving, summoning his own magic to defend himself. A fireball formed in his on palm and he threw it in Morgan's direction. Again the barrier absorbed the attack with no difficulty.

Suddenly, Tinkerbell appeared besides him.

"Arthur, look out! She is not alone!"

"W-what?!"

He remembered the words of the fairies again. They sensed creatures, created by her dark magic. His eyes widened with this realization and shortly after that he heard the scream of a dragon-like creature. A shadow towered over him and he moved up his face, just to see a black wyvern dashing towards him from the dark sky. He screamed, trying to shield himself with his magic, but it was to late. The claws made impact with his shoulder and sank deep into his flesh. A sharp cry of pain filled the air, as the creature grabbed him like that and threw him towards the stone building. He made contact with the solid stone and hit the ground shortly after that. It knocked out the air of his lungs and he gasped, his body getting almost paralyzed by the pain. The fairy watched in horror how England lay on the ground, blood pouring out of his shoulder.

Morgan approached the bleeding nation. She placed a heel on his back, pushing him back down as he wanted to stand up again. The wyvern landed on the stone structure in the meantime, looking down on the scene in front of it with glowing red eyes.

"I got much better with my summoning magic. Isn't it lovely?"

She giggled and moved down on her knees, placing a hand under England's chin and moved up his head, so she could see into his eyes.

"Oh, you have gotten weaker. You are nothing without your sword, huh?"

She moved her longer fingernails over his skin and placed her hand on his wounded shoulder.

"Now then… where is the sword, Arthur? Would you be so kind?"

She pushed her fingernails into the wound and drilled them deeper into his flesh. He let out a loud scream from the pain, which made the sorceress smile even more.

"You still have.. a lovely, voice. Good to see, that some things haven't changed."

Tinkerbell had seen enough now. She had to do something!

H-he needs help!

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She vanished and appeared down in the chambers again. She saw all the other fairies, looking at her with concern and fear.

"Arthur needs help! Now!"

She looked to the sword on the altar.

"He needs the sword, guys!"

"B-but we can't carry it to him!"

"No.. but HE can."

She pointed on the American in the chamber that stared at the hieroglyphs on the arch, like he tried to understand what they were saying.

"But he can't even see us! How should we tell him!"

Tinkerbell placed her hands on her hips and puffed up her cheeks.

"Well, ladies. We will FORCE him to see us!"

She rolled up her invisible sleeves and rubbed her fingers.

"Help me! We will put our magic on him!"

America, not able to foresee what was about to happen, kept on with his 'research' of this place.

"Man, I can't believe England could hid such a place from me all those years~"

He stood up again, placing his hands on his hips. He couldn't see the fairy that flew in front of his face and all the other fairies surrounding him.

"Ready? Set? GO!"

All the fairies started to glow and moved into America's body, making the other stiffen as the felt something strange happen with his body.

"W-woah! W-what the hell?!", he screamed, stumbling as a strange energy moved through his veins. Tinkerbell gave something like a battle cry and sparkled fairy dust on the Americans eyes. He felt how his eyes started to burn and he fell on his butt now, screaming as he made contact with the ground.

"AAAH! Ouch! What the hell is going on?!"

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. All the fairies left his body again, turning back to their normal forms.

"Ha! That should do it!", Tinkerbell said with triumph She flew in front of America's face now, looking at him with hope in her eyes. America put his glasses back on and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times as his eyes started focusing on his surroundings again. Or more what was flying in front of him, making a pretty strange face.

"A….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?", he screamed, as he slid back on the ground, trying to get some space to.. whatever that thing in front of his face was!

"A-a tiny girl with wings?! Have I gone nuts too, now?!"

He slide one hand into his pocket, still starring at the creature in front of him with shock and pulled out whatever he could grab to defend himself.

"Back off, or I'll.. I'll… erm.."

He looked to the object he had grabbed. It was a Mc Donalds coupon..

"I.. will smash you with that coupon!"

Tinkerbell just shook her head with a sigh.

"Oh boy.. you really are hopeless."

She moved up her tiny hand and moved closer to his face, making him tense even more, but Tinkerbell really didn't care right now.

"Put that piece of paper down, America! We don't have time for this! England is in danger and I need you to listen to me!"

"Like HELL I will listen to a flying little gi- wait what?"

He put down the 'weapon' and blinked a few times.

"What did you say?"

"England is getting his arse kicked up there! He needs help and fast! We forced the 'sight' on you, so we could tell you that!"

America moved to his feet again.

"Eerm, I will just leave it like that for now.. even though I'm not happy with it…. So who is kicking England's butt up there, right now and what do you want me to do? I mean, I don't mind saving him. I'm the hero after all~"

Tinkerbell pointed to the sword, floating over the altar.

"You have to bring him the sword! And quick!"

America moved his hands up into the air, as she mentioned Excalibur. He remembered very well, what happened last time, he touched it.

"Woah, are you crazy?! I don't want to get another flying lesson today!"

Tinkerbell shook her head and flew to the sword, moving a hand over its blade. The weapon started to glow and she started to speak to it. America used the time, to move closer to Excalibur again and watched whatever the fairy was doing. She moved her hand away again and the glowing stopped.

"Excalibur will accept to be touched by you. Now take it and bring it to Arthur!"

"Wait.. what? It 'accepts' it? That thing can THINK?!"

His mouth gabbed open and Tinkerbell rolled her eyes.

"It is a magic sword! Of course, It can think! Now take it already, before it is to late for Arthur!"

America cleared his mind and took a deep breath before he touched the handle, ready to get send flying again. But nothing happened this time… He blinked a few times and wrapped his hand around the handle and placed the other under the blade. He felt it's weight on his hands as he moved it from the altar.

"Woaah.. Amazing."

"Now hurry up! He needs you!"

"R-right! I got it!"

The fairy let him to the plateau and used her magic to activate the teleporting-devise.

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Morgan's eyebrows twitched a bit.

"My, I'm getting rather inpatient now, Arthur…"

She licked the blood from her fingers. She was enjoying herself quiet well right now, making Arthur bleed and scream, but she was become annoyed by the others resistance.

"Well if you want it to be this way, than I will just take you with me. Maybe I can tickle the answers out of you there~?"

She grabbed his uniform and pulled him up, his hand grabbing her arm, as he tried to free himself from her grip, but he was weakened from the blood lose and the many lightning bolts she hard send through his body a few seconds ago.

Suddenly a loud gun-shot made her look up and a bullet whizzed past her face, brushing her skin and leaving a burning cut on it. She screamed and let go of England's body. He fell to the ground with an 'uff'. Morgan le fay now looked to the source of the bullet and found America standing in front of the tower, the gun still aimed on her and smoke coming out of the weapon. In his other hand was the sword.

"Hey, Lady! Stay away from my brother!"

England moved a bit on the ground, moving his body to the side, so he could see what was going on. His eyes focused on America and fear made its way through his body.

"A..a..america… R-run!"

Morgan looked rather pleased now.

"Oh! What a turn of events!"

She moved a hand over the wound on her cheek, smearing the blood over it. She placed a foot on England's back and shifted all her weight on it. England gasped in pain and America tensed even more.

"HEY! Knock it off, or I'll shoot you!"

"Uhh~ You got some guts. I like it~ reading your eyes tells me, that this man is important to you, huh? I wouldn't do anything stupid, if I were you."

She pushed her heel deeper into his skin and a strangled cry escaped England's lips.

"I could kill him right now, you know?"

"A-america! D-don't listen to her!", England breathed , earning a not so pleased expression on the woman's face.

"Shut it, your Highness."

She zapped him with her fingers, making him twitch and scream again. America started to shake from all the anger that was building up on him and he pulled the trigger again.

"STOP IT!"

But this time, Morgan was prepared. The bullet just hit a barrier again, she had summoned again in the meantime.

"Ah, your angry. I like that sparkle in your eyes, lad.. "

She moved her gaze to the sword in his hands and a surprised expression formed on her face.

"Oh my.. isn't that.. Excalibur you are holding? Normally that sword can't be touched by anyone."

A big grin formed on her face and she held out a hand.

"Now, why don't you give me the sword and I will leave your friend alone. Doesn't that sound like a reasonable trade?"

America's eyebrows twitched. God, was he PISSED! But his face softened as he looked to England on the ground, blood covering his uniform. He was in pain… He suddenly heard the voice from Tinkerbell ringing in his head.

Give her the sword.

W-What?! B-but-

Don't worry. It's alright… You will see.

America took a deep breath and lowered his weapon.

"Okey… if you promise me not to hurt him anymore, than I will give you the sword alright?"

The witch started to laugh loudly.

"Seems like you are smarter than you look. Alright, I won't lay a finger on him, alright? Now.. the sword please?"

She held out her hand, as America put his gun back into his jacket and moved towards her, the sword in both of his hands now. England could only hear what was going on. But he understood what America did there. A small smile formed on his lips.

"Well.. here you go."

He let go of the blade so it would fall into her hands, but the moment it made contact with her skin, a shockwave hit her and she got pushed back with a scream, stumbling a few feet. America started to grin.

AH! Now I get it! Good thinking, girl!

Very good. Now give him the sword! Quick!

America grabbed the sword from the ground and ran to England's side, kneeling down right next to him. He helped England to sit up.

B-but wait! Doesn't the sword hurt him as well?

Hihih, oh don't worry about that. You will understand why.

England gave a small chuckle and looked up to his ex-brother, a pained smile forming on his lips.

"Good job, lad… now.. let me take care of this.."

Morgan recovered from the zap and started to shriek.

"GNAAAAAH! I got tricked! I HATE THIS! Wyvern, kill them!"

The dragon-like creature gave a long roar and flapped its wings. And pushed itself from the tower and dived down to the two nations, ready to crash their bones with his claws. America screamed (totally manly of course).

"ARG! Holy DRAGON!"

England grabbed the handle of the holy blade next to him and closed his eyes. He felt how the power of the sword moved into his body and through his veins.

"E-england! We have to-"

But America stooped in his sentence when he saw the glow on his brothers body.

Suddenly a bright light emerged from his body and almost blinded America. He tried to shield his eyes.

"WOAAHH!"

Arise, Sir Arthur.

...

It's been a long time, Calibur…

...

Yes, it has…

...

The wyvern got blinded as well, but continued its attack, when a metal object got in contact with its claws, stopping the attack. The creature saw two green eyes in front of it now and a blades movement and then…

CLASH!

The wyvern roared as a sharp object pierced itself inside its chest, ignoring the strong scales that should shield it from attacks normally. Blood poured out of its body and the creature made contact to the ground, when another fast movement caught its eyes and pierced through the dragon's skull. It gave a last shriek, before it fell limp and the bright light vanished slowly now. America heard all the noises, but he couldn't see what was going on. He slowly moved his arms from his face, as the light disappeared and he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

England was no longer behind him but before him and… he was wearing an armor from the middle ages! But a really fancy one! It was made of iron, but there were golden ornaments on it. He wore a white cape with the symbol of a gryphon on it. He pulled Excalibur out of the dragons body and made a swift movement to the side. All the blood on the blade splattered to the ground and he moved around, focusing his gaze on Morgan le Fay, who just stared at him, not believing what just happened in front of her eyes.

England's expression was serious, his green eyes almost glowing from all the magic that moved through his veins know, raindrops moving down his face and hair, mixing with the blood on his skin. He looked like a different person now. Something old and wise.

America jar dropped almost to the floor. He got it now!

Arthur Kirkland, his ex-brother and the United Kingdom, was also King Arthur from the old books!

"Dude…. Mind…blown…"