Hey! I'm still alive! Sorry I didn't update for a few days _ I really tried to, but I'm so tired because of work and now that I got some free days, I finally got time to continue this. I'm not so proud with this chapter to be honest, but I still hope you guys will enjoy it. I… hurt England a lot in this one ._. My sadistic part came out again *gives innocent look* I'm sorry about that *drop*

Also... humor XD I hope my jokes are not so bad!

Also the last part almost made me cry. Flashbacks touch me heart.. *sniff*

I gave a hint to something very important in this story. I'm sure you guys understand it (or I hope so =3 if not… you can start speculating what that last part of this chapter was about ehehee)

Well than, enough talking! Enjoy!

~.:*:.~

He looked the horizon, deep wrinkles on his forehead. Where was Wales…?

America sat in England's mini, on the backseat, right where England lay. He had placed the others head on his lap and kept an eye on his condition. America pressed a piece of cloth he had found in the others car on the wound, the fabric already completely soaked by the red substance. He bit his lip and closed his eyes.

Calm down, America. You are the hero! You will save England.

But even though he kept telling himself that.. he still felt how panic rushed through his body over and over. What if Wales wouldn't make it in time? What if England dies? America shook his head.

Nah, this wouldn't happen. England is a tough old nation, even though America would never admit it loudly. From what America knew from his brothers history, he had a real tough life. The Blitz on his capitol in World War II and.. okey, that was all he knew! But still! The way England endured all of this without giving up, was really amazing! He got bombed for weeks over and over again and he still stood his ground.

"I remember when you were great.."

He froze, when he heard those words in his mind, echoing through it. He heard England's voice, shaking from tears.

"Damnit why!? It's not fair…."

"You know why…"

He shook his head, hearing the rain so clearly all of the sudden, even though they were inside the car and not outside. He was close of getting dragged into a flashback, but the small whimpers of the man on his lap brought him back to reality. He looked down to his face, brushing away some of the wet hair. England's face was pale, his eyes shut tight.

America felt bad for him. He looked out of the window, when something in the distant caught his eye. It was a boat. A boat!

Wales!

He placed England's head carefully on the soft backseat and rushed outside of the car, moving to the ocean and waving his arms to give the other a signal.

"Wales! Wales, dude we are here!", he screamed against the harsh winds of the ocean. The boat made a turn and moved in his direction, now. Shortly after that, the boat stopped at the shore, Wales looking up to America.

"Thank god you are here!"

"How is England doing?!", the brother asked, his voice full of concern. America shook his head.

"Not good… at all, dude."

Wales ran to the ropes on his boot and started to get the ready to tie it to the shore.

"Give me a minute and I'll be there."

"DUDE, no time for that! Wait here!"

"Huh?!"

Wales looked up, confused by the others words and America ran away all of the sudden, disappearing from the others view. He looked down to the ropes again, trying to unravel them.

Bloody hell STUPID rope!

He suddenly heard the others voice coming closer again.

"Alright, here I go!"

Dylan looked up again, when a certain American jumped from the small cliff and landed on his boat with his feet. He jumped back, screaming in surprise and shock.

"Are you mad?!"

Wales was pissed by the others recklessness, but his eyes shifted to the body in his arms. He gasped and moved to America, eyeing his brothers limp figure. America finally recovered from the impact on the boat and shook his head for a moment to clear his mind.

"Tying the boat would have taken to long, man!"

"Okey okey I got it!", Wales cut the other off, checking his brothers condition. The sight of all the blood drained all the color out of his face and he saw how his fingers started to shake, as he moved the jacket away to see the wound. America was not exaggerating when he said that the wound was pretty bad. He looked up the America.

"Get him inside the cabin. I will treat him there."

America just nodded and rushed inside the boat with Wales. He placed the brit on the bed inside. Wales brought the medical supplies in the meantime and spread them out on the table in the room. He grabbed bandages, a bottle with some liquor in it and some swabs and pincers.

"America, make yourself useful and fetch me some water and a cloth, alright?"

Alfred hadn't noticed, that he was just standing there, looking on the brit's body without moving. He returned to reality.

"Ah yeah…"

He ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl and filled it with some water. He put a piece of cloth inside and returned to the bed, watching how Wales brushed England's hair out of his face. He whispered something to him in language America couldn't understand to comfort the other. Somehow it made America smile. The fairy had told him, that Wales and Britain didn't like each other, but this scene was different to what he had imagined. It showed that Wales still cared for his brother and it warmed the American's heart to watch it.

He placed the bowl on the desk, tabbing Wales' shoulder carefully.

"I got it."

"Okey, I will take care of the rest now."

Wales opened Englands jacket and ripped his shirt open. He didn't really care that England will most likely kill him for this later. He took the wet cloth tried to clean the blood from the wound, so he could take a better look on it. He took a sharp breath after that, now that he could analyze everything better. It kept on bleeding.. He had to do something quick, or the blood loss would kill him!

Wales grabbed the bottle and poured the liquor on the swabs. He picked one up with a pincer and carefully started to disinfect the wound. The moment the swab made contact to the wound, England started to scream loudly, making Alfred jump. America grabbed the others body fast, to prevent him from lashing out and Wales continued with the disinfection on his brother's body. Dylan's eyebrows started to twitch and his concern showed again on his face.

"I'm sorry, brother.", he whispered. After the disinfection was done, he grabbed a needle and thread. He took a deep breath and wanted to start, when America eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed Wales's Hand.

"Woah! What are you doing?! You can't stitch him together like this! You have to narcotize him first, right?"

Wales rolled his eyes and sighed.

"America, do you think a normal medical kit has something like that inside? This is not a hospital… and I'm not a real doctor, Sherlock."

"B-but-!"

"Just prevent him from moving as much as possible, got it?"

America opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again slowly. He didn't want England to suffer and Wales read it in his expression. Those piercing green eyes softened now.

"Look, I know how you feel, but this will save England. Don't worry about him, ok? Everything will be fine."

Wales started to smile a little, trying to lift the mood a bit. It was kind of weird for America, because usually HE was the one trying to do that, but his concern was stronger than his will to keep on smiling, right now.

"Arthur is a tough guy. He can take a beating and he has suffered far more terrible wounds in his life than this one. He will pull through this, America."

The blond looked down on the wooden floor of the boat, thinking about the words of the man in front of him. He started to smile a bit and pushed his glasses back up.

Wales looked back to England's body now, taking deep breath.

"Okey.. here it goes."

~.:*:.~

(A few minutes later…)

America stood outside the cabin and looked to the horizon. The rain had stopped and some light broke through the clouds. He saw the sun slowly setting. Damn, he totally lost track of time, how it seemed.

He wanted to get some fresh air, after that scene in the cabin. He could still hear the brit's screams in his mind… god, he felt so bad right now!

He looked down to his belt, where the sword was attached and carefully pulled it out.

It Is all happening because of this sword, huh…. Why does that creepy woman want it that badly? And who was she, anyway?

He sighed and ruffled his hair a bit, when something glowing caught his attention. He looked up and the glowing thing stopped In front of his face, forming into the shape of a little girl with wings.

"Oh, it's you!"

Tinkerbell gave America a small smile. She flew to the man's shoulder and sat down on it.

"How is he doing?"

The blond just gave a long sigh and looked into the water in front of him. He flinched for a moment, as those screams returned into his mind.

"Wales is taking care of him right now."

Tinkerbell moved closer to his face, lightening the shadows on it with her magic. She moved her head to the side and read the others expression. He was sad…

" I have the feeling I could have prevented all of this, you know? And it makes me so angry…"

The fairy stretched her wings for a moment, giving America a sad look.

"Don't blame yourself, America, okey? England wouldn't want that."

The blond looked down on the sword again, deep in thought.

"You think so…? By the way, what's your name?"

"Me? I'm Tinkerbell, one of England's guardians."

America looked up again, blinking in confusion. All sadness was replaced by something else now. Confusion.

"Erm.. What? Guardians? You mean there is more of you?"

Tinkerbell started to giggle and moved a string of her hair out of her face.

"Well, of course! Unicorn, Brownie and-"

America jumped now, staring at Tinkerbell in disbelieve. What did she just say?!

"WOUW! Wait a second!"

He started to gesticulate a bit with his hands and grabbed Tink with his free hand, while holding the sword with the other.

"Those are England's imaginary friends you are talking about. So… so you are…"

The fairy squinted out of Alfred's hand and gave him an annoyed look.

"Yes, I am one of them! And don't call us imaginary, America! That really hurts us, you know?!"

America was…. Brain-dead, now. All those years he teased England when he talked about his magic friends and now he saw one of them, too! He placed a hand on his head.

"I've gone mad, too… I can't believe it. It's a curse! A CURSE! AAAAAAAH!"

He started to run in circles and Tink just watched him, face palming.

The door from the cabin opened and Wales looked outside, moving up on of his bushy eyebrows from the scene he witnessed. A completely panicking America running in circles over his deck… totally normal.

"America, what the bloody hell are you doing?!"

But the man with the messy hair blinked in surprise when he saw a certain fairy on the deck.

"Tink? What are you-"

His emerald eyes moved to America's body and widened in realization, when he saw the long blade in the others hand. He moved out of the cabin, still starring at the sword. America stopped his 'marathon' now and moved back a bit in discomfort. Why was Ales staring at him like that?

"Eh dude?"

"Where.. did you get that?", Wales suddenly asked, his voice sounding like he was in shock or something. He kept on staring on Excalibur and America finally understood what Wales was talking about.

"Oh, that? It's England's sword. I'm just looking after it, until he is feeling better."

The man shook his head, like he couldn't believe what he saw. He took a few steps closer now.

"That sword… I haven't seen it for over one thousand years. I.. I thought it is lost for all eternity."

His emerald eyes moved back to America and he seemed really surprised, almost shocked.

"Do you.. have any idea what you are holding in your hand there?"

The blond scratched his cheek a bit and looked to the ground. He gave a small laugh before he started to grin.

"Actually, I do. This thing is supposed to be Excalibur, right? Arthur told me about it."

To be honest.. America still didn't understand anything, but he didn't want to look dumb in front of England's brother.

Wales just shook his head and placed a hand on it.

"Yeah.. but how come you can hold it?!"

"Huh?"

He looked back to the blade. Now that he thought of it.. why could he touch it again? He remembered what Tink had told him and looked up into the sky.

"Well, that girl here told me, that the sword allowed it. Still don't really get it, though. Swords can't think."

"It's a magic sword, Alfred! I told you that!", Tinkerbell grumbled.

"Yeaaaah, magic. Whatever you say."

Wales looked from America to Tinkerbell and his eyes grew even wider. He saw her..? Tinkerbell rolled her eyes and flew into the air between the two personifications, so she would have their attention.

"The sword chose him as his carrier. He is like a squire or something now."

"H-hey! What do you mean by that?!", America screamed, sulking a bit now. He put the attached the sword on his belt again and crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared holes into the fairy's body.

"I'm not something like a newsboy for that sword, got it?!"

Tinkerbell just giggled and flew in front of Alfred's face, making him twitch back a bit by her fast movement.

"I don't think you have a say in this matter, boy."

"Excalibur must have lost its mind…", Wales growled. Tinkerbell looked to England's brother and shrugged with her shoulders.

"Well, he was the only one nearby that could have brought the sword to Arthur, when he needed it."

Wales rolled his eyes and walked to America, leaning on the railing of the boat and looked into the distance. He watched how the sun slowly touched the horizon and moved a hand through his messy hair.

"Well than… it's time for you to tell me, what exactly is going on. Who attacked England and why is the sword with you? And why can you see Tink all of the sudden?"

Alfred sighed and moved next to Wales, also leaning on the railing.

"To be honest.. I don't understand it myself. I just followed England home after he collapsed in the meeting today and then everything got… totally strange, dude."

He ruffled his hair a bit, grabbed his Texas and took them off to clean them with a piece of cloth.

"Maybe, I can explain what's going on…", a voice whispered and the attention from the countries switched to Tinkerbell. The fairy sat down on a wooden box on the deck and lowered her gaze a bit.

"It's her… Morgan le Fay. She is back, Wales.. and she has gotten even more powerful and evil, than she was before."

Wales blinked and his face went pale all of the sudden.

"No way…. Morgan?! B-but Arthur killed her!"

Tinkerbell shook her head and folded her wings on her back.

"No, Wales. He never killed her.. he banished her into the Abyss… He didn't tell any of you about it. Well, he wasn't really in the state back then, anyways. You know…"

Suddenly, a shadow towered over the fairy, making her jump in surprise.

Wales grabbed Tinkerbell with a swift move, making her squeak. His green eyes sparkled with anger and he glared at her.

"Why did he not kill her, when he had the chance?! Why did he lie to us all these years!?"

Tinkerbell tried to free herself from the others grip, but it just got stronger and stronger, almost crushing the little girl. America noticed the pained look on Tinkerbells face and he grabbed Wales and pushed him away, freeing the little fairy again.

"Hey, can't you see you are hurting her?!"

America still didn't understand what both of them were talking about, but he couldn't just stand there and watch how someone gets hurt. He was the hero! Dylan stomped on the ground with one foot, his eyebrow twitching.

"I don't care, Alfred! She should have stopped him! You have no idea what of a terrible mistake Arthur did! Morgan is an evil witch that want's nothing more, but to conquer every living being on this planet. She is completely mad!"

"But she is just a human, right?! It should be easy for us to take her down, right?"

"Human?! No.. nothing with so much power can be human!"

Dylan cursed something on his language and turned back to the horizon, grabbing his head with his hands.

"This is a disaster… when Scot finds out about this… he will go sooo mad.", he murmured to himself, ruffling his light blond hair. He was really scared of Scotland, especial when people don't respect him and lying is like totally the opposite of being respectful! America cocked his head to the side, just like Tinkerbell and both watched how Wales started speaking to himself quietly, moving around on the deck like a mad man.

"Woah.. is he alright?"

"That's normal.. I.. guess..?"

America starred to laugh nervously.

Why is everyone in England's family nuts?

~.:*:.~

Laughter filled England's ears. The sunlight illuminated everything, making all his surroundings shimmer and sparkle. A beautiful field, filled with flowers... the scent was everywhere. It felt like a sunny spring day in a world filled with piece and light. He turned his head, like he was searching for something.

"Arthur, what are you waiting for? Come on!", a girls voice called in the distance. Arthur moved through the grass, chasing after the girls voice now.

"You will never catch me!", the girl's voice echoed in his ears, heartwarming laughter following, mixed with his own. He chased her through the field of flower, his small feet trying to keep up.

He jumped out of the grass, finally grabbing the others dress and dragging her on the ground with him, both rolling over the soft green.

"Hey, not fair! Using a woman's clothing is cheating!"

"You think that is cheating? THIS is cheating!"

He started tickling her, making him smile widely, before he started to giggle, too.

"Arthur!", the girl giggled, rolling from side to side. Than everything went black, but those soft voices... he still heard them in the distance.

Arthur.

Arthur, I…

I always will…

Al…ways…

(...End of Chapter 5)