And the next chapter is ready~ A shorter one this time, but meh _

I apologies for the many mistakes in the last chapters. I blame my 'Word' for it!

Well I hope you enjoy this chapter and the appearance of one of England's brothers =3 But shhh! I didn't tell you anything, k? *winks*

And remember.. France is watching you. Your comments could save your life!

oh an one more thing... F%$§&"§ LINE BREAKS WON'T WORK! SAVE IT, god damnit!

~.:*:.~

America was stunned. Truly stunned. He had never seen England in a knight's armor. Was that how he looked like in the dark ages? England suddenly made swift move, his cape brushing America's body, as England passed him, his armor rattling from every move he made in his sprint. He attacked Morgan with a battle cry and the sorceress made a fast move with her hand, the wind grabbing her and moving her back, so she wouldn't get sliced into pieces by the enraged knight.

She floated in the air now. Her face darkened and she hissed. She knew that she wouldn't stand a chance like this and she was really pissed off by that fact.

"So close… But don't worry, this is just the beginning! See It as a.. Temporary truce."

She laughed and moved her hand, her body disappearing in a cloud of darkness.

"WAIT, YOU WITCH!", England screamed, but Morgan already escaped, leaving behind no trace of her presence. The wyvern vanished too, only its pool of blood remaining on the hill.

America stood up from the ground, already completely wet just like England was. That strange woman got away.. America was actually pretty happy about that. Whoever that woman was, she was officially and totally creeping him out! He took a deep breath and slowly approached his ex-mentor, who just stood there in the rain, looking to the place, where Morgan le Fay had vanished. America walked half the way to the brit, when he noticed the wobbling of his body. Oh shit…

America's walk changed into a sprint and he reached his brother just in time to catch him, before he made contact to the ground.

"Woah! England! You alright, man?!"

England's body leaned against his now, his heavy breathing reaching the American's ear. He was not looking very good… England was pale and shaking like hell. Excalibur slipped out of his hand, too, falling to the wet ground. Shortly after that, the light returned on his body and when it vanished, the green uniform was back on him.. and America felt something sticky on his fingers, were he held his brother. He moved up his hand, almost getting a heart attack, when he saw his fingers. Blood… blood everywhere. America pulled England up a bit and turned his body, so he could see his chest. His one shoulder was completely covered in the red substance, soaking his green uniform.

Fuck.. fuck, what do I do?!

He stared panicking. He pulled England into his arms, shaking him a bit.

"Answer me!"

A small moan escaped the man's lips and he opened his eyes slightly, looking up to his little brother.

"You.. don't have to scream.. you know..? I can hear you…."

He shifted in his arms, trying to move, but pain showed in his face and his body fell limp in America's arms again. He placed a hand on the wound on his shoulder, covering it with his fingers and pushing his hand down to apply some pressure to it, hoping it would stop the bleeding. He moved his gaze back to America, who for once showed REAL concern for his brother. He eyed the wound for a moment. He saw the bloody flesh and the torn tendons through the ripped fabric of his uniform there. Whatever hit him there.. it didn't show any mercy with its attack.

"Dude, you need help.. that looks pretty ugly."

"I'm. I'm fine, y-you git."

America's eyebrows twitched a moment. He grabbed the sword and fortified it on his belt. Then, he placed his arms under England's body to support him and pulled him up into his arms with a swift move as he stood up.

"No, you are not! I'm the hero, so I will help you!"

"A-america!", England screamed in protest, trying to free himself from the others grip, but every move hurt right now… The blood loss and the energy he used to fight had burned him out completely. He gasped and his head fell back on the others chest. America frowned, deeply concerned for his brothers health, but he plastered a small and hopeful smile on his face shortly after that, to hide his emotions.

"I'm sure someone in town can help you. I'm certain, they will-"

"No.. no, America… I won't.. endanger my citizens..", England gasped and cut him off.

Now America was confused and blinked, irritated by the others words. England seemed to notice and moved his head to the side, so he could see the town, not far away from the hill. America followed his gaze, still wondering what the elder nation tried to tell him.

"My.. people.. Morgan could be coming back .. recovered from the energy she lost… I…"

England closed his eyelids again, a painful groan escaping his mouth and blood splattering out of it as he coughed harshly. NOW America was really in panic, but he understood what England was talking about, now.. That woman would also hurt his people, if they were close to him, when she returns!

What a sadistic bitch… can't believe England knows such people.

"E-england! You'll lose to much blood, if you-!"

England shook his head slightly, his mouth twitching a bit.

"A-america. Don't worry about me… I'll be.. fine.."

But shortly after those words were spoken, the others body fell completely limp in America's arms. He went unconscious..

Alfred's body acted on its own now.

He ran to the stone building and inside, so he and England wouldn't get soaked anymore by the Rain. He placed England carefully next to a wall and bit his lip, before taking of his jacket and placing it on his brother's body, to keep him warm. It was his favorite jacket, but he didn't care anymore right now.

Whatshouldidowhatshouldidoohmygod!

Suddenly, Tinkerbell appeared in front of him. He jumped back in surprise, but recovered pretty fast this time.

"Woah! Don't scare me like that, but VERY good time to show up!"

He pointed on the brit in front of him, his whole body still shaking from the panic.

"H-he needs help, but I don't have any medical stuff with me to treat his wounds! Can't you do something?!"

Tinkerbell shook her head, her eyes shimmering with sadness and concern.

"I would have tried to perform some healing magic on him, but after casting the spell on you, all our magic power has gone pretty weak. We can't do anything right now!"

America's blue eyes shifted back to the harshly breathing nation right next to him.

"B-but…", he started, but shut his mouth again.

He had never seen England in such a state and it terrified him... Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. He took England's cellphone out of the man's pocket and searched through the numbers on it.

Tinkerbell seated herself on America's shoulder and watched what he was doing with a confused expression on her face.

"What are you doing?"

"Doesn't one of England's brothers live nearby? Maybe he can come and help us!"

"You mean Wales? But… but Wales and England don't like each other very much."

The fairy sniffled, holding back her tears. This was really emotional for her.. She hated it, to see England in such a state, but she also knew about the relationship those two brothers had with each other for years. America bit his lip and pressed the name 'Dylan Kirkland' on the phone.

"He WILL help him! He is his brother, for the statue of liberty's sake!"

~.:*:.~

(at the same time on the same island…)

Wales was sitting in his chair, reading one of his books while petting his little dragon on his lap. He sighed and closed his eyes to relax a bit.

"Dwi wrth fy modd..", he whispered and grabbed his cup of tea on the table next to him. But the peace would not stay long, when a ringing of his cellphone caught his attention. His eyebrows started to twitch as he looked to his phone on the desk. It started vibrating, showing a certain name on the display. 'Scone-y', his nickname for Wales's little brother 'Arthur'. How he came up with that name?

England send him scones some years ago and he almost choked on one, because they were so disgusting… so bloody.. disgusting..

"Beth mae'r uffern? What does that idiot want from me in this hour?!", the other grumbled, sitting up from his favorite chair. He pleased the sleepy dragon on it and his book and stomped to the still vibrating cellphone. He picked it up and pressed the button to take the call.

"What do you want, Arthur?!", he growled into the phone, not pleased by the interrupting of his free time. He sure was surprised, when another voice than the one of his brother greeted him.

"Wales! Wales, it's me, America!"

"America? Why are you calling with England's phone number?"

"Dude, not important! You have to come to Glastonbury, right now!"

Wales sighed and ruffled his hair.

"Just what the bloody hell are you-"

"Wales, please! England needs help and I didn't know who else to call!"

Wales just rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

"Can't you bother someone else? Is he drunk again? Call Scotland or something, he is better at dealing with grumpy drunk men."

"SHIT, Wales! He is WOUNDED, man! Like REALLY BADLY wounded and he needs medical help right NOW!"

Wales froze now, every word stuck in his throat, that he was about to say just a second ago. The little dragon looked up, a small yawn escaping its mouth. It shifted its attention to his friend. He had heard what was going on and was curios of what his master would do now.

Wales gulped.

"W..what did you say? What happened?"

His angry voice was now replaced by a weak and shocked one. He didn't expect this… America babbled something to himself, before his voice got clear again.

"W-we got attack by some fucked up woman and she hit him pretty hard!"

"Why are you not calling the ambulance or someone nearby to help!"

"I can't do that! England doesn't want some innocent people to get dragged into this!"

"And what about me?! Am I NOT innocent?!"

"You are his BROTHER, for fucks sake! You shouldn't care about that stuff, when England is in trouble!"

Wales went silent again, staring into empty space. He couldn't believe it, but he had to admit that America was right for once… Sure, both of them are always fighting, but England is still his little brother. He moved a hand up to his temple and rubbed it a bit, before he gave a long sigh.

"Alright… I'll be right there. Take him into a car and drive to Highbridge, to the sea. I will meet you there, alright?"

" , got it. Please hurry, alright?"

With that said, America hang up on his side, leaving Wales standing in his room, still holding the phone to his ear while hearing the constant 'beep' from its speakers.

Suddenly, he ran to the door, grapping his coat and some medical supplies and rushed out of his door, to the sea right next to his house, where a boat was tied.

~.:*:.~

Morgan was sitting on a dark throne in the middle of an old castle. She looked down on the creatures in front of her, cowering and crawling all around her, not daring to look up to her. She moved her fingers over her lip, licking them and tasting the dry blood of the king she was torturing just a moment ago.

"You will see, Arthur.. I will get what I want.. And maybe I have the perfect tool for that, now."

She started to smile, her eyes flickering with lust for more. She moved her hand in front of her, smoke forming in the air and creating some kind of mirror. It showed America, who was sitting by the brits side.

"America… huh? I wonder what connection you two share…"

Dwi wrth fy modd = I love it

Beth mae'r uffern? = What the hell

Well now… brotherly love, eh? What can you do..

And Morgan is plotting something evil now o_o Someone protect America!

EDIT: I got rid ot the spellingfails