And the next chapter is finally there!

Sorry it took so long but work keept me in really bad mood, so writing was almost impossible for me and giving you something shitty is not my style _

This chapter will include some America and England time =3 Note: Ho homo ._. I'm sorry, USUK fans but i just can't to it. Those two will always be Father and Son to me.

Well, let the reading beginn! (And reviews on this story would make this girl happy.. still ._. It helps me a lot.)

Norway knew that something was wrong… he felt it in his veins, in his very core. It moved through his body and sent shivers down his spine.

Black Magic… Black magic is in the air. But it is not from Romania or England. No.. no it's.. evil. Very evil.

Norway stood on the balcony of the Nordics 'meeting place' and watched the dark clouds hanging over the horizon and covering the setting sun. It was like, they were trying to block out every light… Norway's eyes didn't seem to focus on anything really. They were always pretty dull, but today they seemed even more lifeless. He was bothered by that scent of darkness and so where the magical creatures at his home. They stayed hidden, shaking in fear. A loud scream dragged him out of his thoughts.

"NOOORGE! Where are youuuu~?!"

Denmark stepped outside the balcony, a big grin on his face and a beer in his one hand.

"Ah, there you are! Sweden made some Köttbullar! He told me to get you, so we can start dinner~! And we have BEER!"

The blond's smirk faltered when he noticed the tensed shoulders of his friend and how he kept starring into the distance. One of his eyebrows shot up and he cocked his head to the side, a questioning look on his face.

"Eh… Norge? You are.. Not insulting me for screaming?"

The Nordic nation took a few steps closer to Norway, as the light-blond turned around.

"It's nothing…", he said with his soft voice and shook his head for a moment. He tried to put on his emotionless mask and passed his friend without another word and went back inside. But that nagging feeling didn't leave him…

(back to the sea near the coast of Wales's home)

It was getting darker and darker outside and America returned to the cabin, as Wales drove the ship though those sharp sea winds and in direction of his home. He said that it would be the safest place nearby. Something about a seal, that shields the house from evil blabla! America didn't really pay attention… He quietly opened the door to the cabin, when he heard a voice speaking. No.. That wasn't speaking. It was…. Singing? And what a golden voice… wait. He opened the door completely now and stepped into the cabin. He blinked a few times, as he saw England sitting next to the window and staring outside into the distance. Well, he couldn't be seeing much, now that it was so dark, but his gaze still remained far away as his voice filled the room.

...

King Arthur's knights, they filled the Table Round,

Save for one who stood before them,

For once without a weapon;

For once he stood in shame.

The trial's charge was treason

And betrayal of an oath,

And should his guilt be proven

Death would fall on traitors both.

The knights would counsel Arthur's hard decision.

...

America stepped closer to his mentor, slowly and calm.

"Arthur..?"

The blond slowly turned his gaze from the window and looked his former brother into his blue eyes. His green ones seemed to analyze the man at the door, before a small smile formed on his lips.

"I haven't.. done this for a very long time.", England said with a calm and soft voice. America only blinked for a moment, not understanding what his ex-mentor meant. England almost read his expression and gave a small chuckle.

"I'm talking about.. singing… I think I haven't done this for many.. many years now. The last time I really used my voice for it.. was when you were a child."

England's smile faded now and he frowned for a moment, his gaze slowly lowering itself to the wooden floor.

America just watched England for a moment, seeing that sadness forming inside the others face. He wanted to lift the mood somehow, but he didn't really know how to start. He took a few steps closer and sat down next to the island.

"You shouldn't be out of bed, you know? I'm sure you are still feeling like shit, huh?"

England moved his head a bit to the side, giving America a sideward glance from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm… I'm fine. My body is already healing itself, thanks to Wales's treatment. A spirit told me what happened while I was out."

He looked outside the window again, a small smile returning to his lips. He saw the glow of the spirit creature in the distance, before it vanished with a giggle. The brit chuckled for a moment, when he remembered the words of the creature.

"He told me, that you… totally panicked when I went unconscious."

Alfred's jaw dropped and he stood on his feet immediately.

"D-dude! I had everything totally under control!"

England looked at him for a moment and bit down on his lip, trying to hold back his giggles. But seeing America blushing like an idiot from embarrassment was to much for the old nation to handle.

He burst out in loud and almost happy laughter.

America's face turned red. Even redder than it was already and he stomped on the ground with his foot.

"S-stop laughing, dude! This is not funny!"

England tried to calm down and brushed a tear from his eyes.

"Pardon me, but it's not usual to see you that embarrassed about something and it just to amusing to watch."

He gave a last small chuckle and relaxed his body from the emotional outburst, as he placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyebrows twitching for a brief moment because of a small stab of paint that ran through his body. His expression suddenly changed and all the happiness faded again, leaving a serious look in his face.

"America…. The sword… please gives it to me."

America stiffened for a moment and looked to the sword, hanging on his belt. He carefully pulled it out and took it in both of his hands, so he could hand it his brother.

"Erm.. sure."

England carefully placed his hands under the blade and took it out of America's hands. He closed his eyes for a moment, as he felt the connection between him and the blade.

"Thank you, lad.. and now-"

He placed the Sword on his lab and carefully brushed his fingers of the blade's glyphs.

"Go home, America."

The blond superpower's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He blinked a few times and looked his former father into his eyes.

"Eeeh.. what?"

"I said, go home, America… I thank you for your assistance, but you shouldn't interfere anymore. You will only get yourself in danger."

"B-but-!"

America opened his mouth to protest, but England's green eyes started to sparkle with anger now, his emerald eyes filled with emotion.

"Don't even start arguing with me, young man. You will go home and stay there until I have taken care of matters here, do you understand? I will tell the fae to secure your home with magic seals, so that no one from the dark side can enter it easily."

England lowered his gaze again, his shoulders twitching for a brief moment.

"She will come after you.. if you stay by my side any longer!"

America bit his lip and took a step closer to his mentor, a glare contest breaking out between those two.

"No way, dude! You can't tell me what to do! I am not your colony anymore and I can decide what I am doing and what not, got it? I am the hero and I will not stand down when you fight."

England hissed and stood up, the sword in his hand.

"You bloody git! This is my business and mine alone so I will take care of it!"

"NO, Iggy! I WILL help you, if you like it or not!"

The brit started to growl, his grip tightening on the handle of the blade, making his knuckles turn almost white under his glove.

"Stop interfering with anyone's business, you WANKER! Why do you always do that?! Why can't you just stand down!"

America did not understand why England was getting so angry with him. He always stepped into the others business but this intense reaction from the other was kind of surprising him.

"Jesus, Iggy, what are you so afraid of? I can take care of myself and I can surely-"

"NOOO!", England screamed from the top of his lungs and America felt something slamming on his cheek with force, making him stumble to the side. He just stood there, almost paralyzed and placed a hand on his cheek, a red and stinging mark covering it. Wait, did…did England just.. slap him?

The brit lowered his hand again slowly, his blond hair covering his eyes. He was trembling from his outburst, shoulders tensed completely and breathe coming harsh pants. He placed a hand on his chest and shut his eyes tight. It seemed like, the outburst was to much for his still injured body right now so he needed a moment to relax himself and his breathing again. America looked at him, his blue eyes wide from shock. He tried to say something, but no word escaped his lips, the burning sensation still on his cheek from the contact with Arthur's hand.

"I can't… I can't let you… Morgan… she will kill you… or worse. No, you mustn't interfere any longer. You… mustn't."

America felt a struck of guilt, as he saw his former mentor, as he tried to catch his breath again. He understood now. The reason, why England was so eager to fight alone was…

He.. he doesn't want me to get hurt..?

America was kind of taken aback by that fact. He thought, that England hated him, but to see that he actually still CARED about the nation.. even after all that has happened between them.. it made him really sad, actually.

"England…"

He took a few steps to the brit, carefully placed his hands on the other's shoulders and to gently pushed the other on the chair again. He didn't care about his burning cheek anymore or the struggle the brit pulled off. America got himself a chair, too, and sat down right next to England, placing a hand on the others back. This situation was really awkward for both of them, but it still felt kind of… nice. It reminded America of the times, when England sat down next to him when he was feeling scared or sad and how he took care of him. America rubbed small circles on the brits back. England finally calmed down again, his breathing returning to a normal one, but he didn't look up. Arthur felt how the red slowly moved into his face. He was really embarrassed by his outburst and the mostly about the last words he had said to America. He literally said that he was really worried about him. Something he would never do under normal circumstances.

"England, don't worry, man. I'm not a child anymore. I can take care of myself."

England didn't say anything anymore. He just looked on the ground, feeling to embarrassed to argue with America anymore. He just wanted to leave right now and slap himself. He always wanted to seem strong in front of the nation, since the revolution, but he failed miserably right now.

"I… it's not what you think. I don't care about you…. I-if Morgan will attack and destroy you, than the whole world will fall into chaos. That's why…. I…"

England bit his lip, while he tried to come up with an excuse for his words.

The super power blinked and a small smile formed on his lips.

"Hey, Iggy. I'm already part of this how it seems. You don't have to do everything alone, you know? I'm sure I can help you somehow."

He moved up his hand' giving a thumps-up to the British nation.

"I will help you kick this witch's ass, dude! You'll see!"

England looked up, directly into the boy's face. He saw the big smile and the way the other winked at him, which made him growl in disapproval, but he knew that it was decided. Arthur sighed and closed his eyes, before giving a small nod.

America was happy, that England accepted his help for now, but.. he still had no idea who he was really dealing with. He placed a hand on his chin and watched his 'brother', as he moved in his chair, like he was really uncomfortable with everything.

"Hey~, about that Morgan... Who is she anyway? Wales said she is not a normal human and that she is pretty dangerous."

England's body stiffened and twitched for a moment. America for once seemed to notice something like this and lowered his head a bit. Did he say something wrong?

"I…. No, she is not human. That's true…She doesn't age like a human, just like we do and she is very powerful when it comes to magic. Summoning magic and everything related to black magic is her specialty."

He looked to his injured shoulder and carefully placed a hand on the bandage and brushed other the fabric of it, giving a small hiss. His regeneration is in full activity now and it stings a bit, when your own flesh is closing together again in an abnormal speed.

America crossed his arms behind his head.

"Sooo how do you know her, anyway?"

America looked with curiosity to his ex-mentor, eagerly awaiting an answer for his questions. England just stared into empty space for a moment, lost in thoughts. He didn't know how to answer this question. Lie? No, he couldn't do that.. he just couldn't.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. The brit stood up with a small sigh and avoided eye contact with his former colony. He felt a strong pain in his chest, when he fought about Morgan. A pain, that made him grit his teeth for a moment and replaced his serious expression with a sad one.

"I… i.", he stuttered, completely lost in his mind right now. America's smile faded just like Arthur's and he watched his brother for a moment. The brit shook his head and walked to the bed.

"I'm.. I'm tired, America. Maybe I will tell you later."

America immediately wanted to protest, but he decided to let it be for now. He felt kind of tired himself and England had to go through a lot of pain and needed to rest, even though his curiosity got even stronger, now that England avoided the question like this. He would get his answers, for sure, but not now. So America gave a small nod.

"Erm.. okey, dude."

England lay down on the bed, placed the sword next to it and moved the blanket other his slim body.

"Tell Wales to create a magic barrier around the ship. I'm pretty sure Morgan retreated just for a short moment and eventually will use any chance she can get to attack us... oh and America..?"

The dirty blond moved closer to the bed and looked down to his former mentor, his sky blue eyes meeting those emerald green ones. England started to turn red again and buried his face under the blanket and pressed it into the soft pillow.

America could hear a small and muffled 'thank you' from his mentor and the blonde's eyes widened in surprise. Did England just.. thank him?

He wanted to say something to react on this, but he kept his mouth shut for once. He didn't want to ruin this 'historical' moment and kept his chuckles for himself, as he walked to the door.

"See ya later! I'll help Wales a bit, if he needs a 'hero'!"

With that, he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.

…

England turned to the side and looked at the sword next to the bed. The glyphs on it started to glow slightly and a familiar voice rang in his head.

The boy. He is important to you.

Yes… that's true.

Morgan knows. She sensed a connection.

That's why I am so concerned.. she will do everything to get what she wants.. and she will use America against me, when she finds out what connection we share. I have to protect him.

But he won't stay out of his, will he?

No. I know Alfred and he is a really stubborn boy. And please do me a favor, Calibur. Release the connection you two share with each other, right now. You chose him as a carrier, when I needed you, but it will only increase her curiosity.

As you wish… Mylord?

Yes?

Do me a favor than.. and keep that darkness in your heart contained better. That outburst hurt me.

England's eyes widened with those words of the sword.

….what…?

(End of Chapter...)