And the next chapter is done. Took me 4 hours to get this done. Hurray~

Time for some action and violence. Warning: cursing coming up.

Enjoy.

~.:*:.~

America helped his former caretaker to stand up and looked at him with a worried expression on his face.

England was brushing America off, shortly after he could stand again.

"I'm fine.. don't worry, about me."

He gave a long sigh and looked over to the bloody bodies.

"Norway was right, with what he said. Those things are humans that where transformed into this shape. Morgan would really do that, to get herself soldiers.."

He furrowed his eyebrows and felt how anger started to rush through his veins.

America felt the same. His blue eyes were almost burning with hatred.

"That bitch.. using innocent lives for her doings. When I see her again, I will kick her ass to mars!"

"This is all my fault.."

America's hatred vanished in a flash, when he heard the softly spoken words from Arthur and turned his face to him.

"What?"

America took in the almost emotionless expression on England's face, but he saw the hidden emotions in his green eyes, that where glazed with sadness. Do be honest, it broke America's heart to see him like that.

"All of this is happening because of me… I shouldn't have spared her life. I should have killed her, when I had the chance."

He wanted to leave this room, to get a clear mind again, when he felt a sudden drop of temperature in the room. He froze and looked to the dead bodies on the ground with shock in his face.

Black magic…

The dead bodies started to move. At first it was just a twitch of fingers, but then they suddenly moved up, like being pulled by invisible strings. America started screaming and grabbed England's shoulders.

"OH MY GOD! Zombies!I knew it!"

The creatures stumbled closer to England and America and flexed their sharp blades.

"America, get out of here!", he screamed and pushed his son through the door and followed close behind. He closed the wooden door with a slam and pushed his back against it, to support it.

America was completely in panic now.

"Shit.. shit, what do we do?! Why are they still alive?!"

Arhur felt how sweat drops rolled down his face.

"They are not alive! Their bodies are being controlled by magic!"

He felt how those demons are pushing against the wood and a blade slammed through the door, right next to Englands face and he gave a small scream of surprise and fear.

"They are going to break through! England, get away from there!"

Suddenly Sweden ran in the hallway, a spear in his hand.

"G't b'ck!", he screamed and England didn't even think about the order. He jumped to the side and the door got shattered shortly after he left his position and the monster where free. Sweden slammed the spear in the first demon at the door and it pierced the ones at the front and stopped them to go any further for now.

"I w'll g've yo' som' t'me! G't F'nl'nd an' Ice a'd lev'e!"

America helped England to stand up and both looked at the blond nation in front of them.

"Sweden, no! You can't take on all of them!", America screamed, when someone grabbed his shoulder and pushed him out of the way.

"He is not alone. Efterlad! Vi vil tage sig af dette!"

It was Denmark, who got himself the axe from before to assist Sweden.

England just shook his head, when he saw both nations trying to protect them and their friends.

"I will help you!"

He moved his hand to the sword handle, but America grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

"No, England! You are still weak, dude!"

Sweden pushed against the rising force from the demons in the meantime and Denmark gave both America and England just a smile.

"I thought we killed them for good. Seems like we were not done."

He rolled his shoulder and grabbed the axe and went into his fighting stance.

"I still got some aggression to let go. You both better move your skods out of here."

America gritted his teeth and gave a small nod. He grabbed England and dragged him out of the hallway to the living room, where Finland was just staring at both of them, completely lost.

"What's going on?"

America moved to one of the windows and smashed with the wood with his feet. He was very strong after all…

"We are leaving this house, right now. Those things just came back like the walking dead!"

England looked inside the hallway and watched how Denmark and Sweden started to slash them down again, but it wouldn't take long for them to rise again. Even when Denmark sliced a head of… they would just regenerate themselves and the head would attach itself back to the body, like a wooden puppet.

It was horrifying to watch.

Morgan.. stop it… this is going to far.

He knew that Sweden and Denmark couldn't win this fight. He had to do something.

America grabbed Iceland in the meantime and threw him other his shoulder to save the 'damsel' from distresses. He jumped out the now open window and landed on the cold and almost frozen ground of the backyard. Finland followed shortly.

"England! Get your butt out here!"

The island nation gulped and just stared at those puppets. He remembered when he touched the skull from one of those things. All that pain and sadness... Those poor souls are suffering, even now.

Norway… I know what a connection you share with human souls… it must have killed you in the inside to see this.

He placed his hand on the sword handle and held his breath for a second.

Arthur, you are to weak to draw me again.

I don't care.. Calibur, those things are only coming back, because of the magic strings she is pulling. If I cut them, then this will stop.

Sweden and Denmark are already getting in distress by the always returning enemies and try to get some space between themselves and the demons.

"Det är ingen idé… th'y 're alw'ys c'ming b'ck.."

"Det er noget pis! There must be a way to get rid of them for good!"

"Denmark! Sweden! Get out of the way!"

Both Nordic nations turned their attention to England behind them, who was focusing his gaze on the regenerating enemies. He had the sword scabbard in one hand and held it in front of him, the other hand at the handle, ready to draw the blade out of the protecting leather.

The two Nordic nations where pretty confused by England's actions, but did what he asked them to and both moved to the side, making free space for England.

America entered the house again in the meantime and just slid into the hallway where everyone was.

"England, NO! Don't do this!"

But England already drew the sword out of its protection.

A blinding light erupted from it and covered the whole room in it, making it impossible for Sweden, Denmark and America to see for a second.

England focused on the demons and made a swift slash the sword in the direction of them. The light that was focused inside the blade let go of the metal and flew directly in the monsters direction as an energy wave. The wave just cut through the demons and destroyed the invisible strings on them with its force. Blood splattered all over the hallway and the wave's power also cut through the wall of the room they have come out from.

England didn't waste any time after that and put the sword back into its protecting shell, the armor that started to build itself back on his body vanishing in a flash.

The blinding light vanished also, making everyone able to see again.

Sweden and Denmark were pretty surprised to find that the enemies have been turned into dust and both of them stared at England now, who was gasping for air and slipping on his knees.

~.:*:.~

Morgan's puppet started to burn shortly after the strings were cut and she let go of it with a short scream of surprise.

"Aw, what a shame. He burned my toy…"

She started to smirk again and looked back into the crystalball in front of her.

"Well.. but it seems like he burned something else also… ehehe, you are still pretty stubborn, boy. Trying to protect everyone, even if you know, that it is hurting your body."

She placed her fingers on the crystal that showed England's face and brushed over it softly.

~.:*:.~

America didn't waste any time and moved to his former fathers side and tried to resist the urge to slap him.

"Dude, are you mad?! Wales said, you shouldn't overdo it!"

"I'm fine… don't worry about me, America. I didn't hold the sword long enough to burn me out completely…"

England tried to stand up, but his legs failed him and he would have fallen over, if America didn't grab him in time.

"Told you."

America pushed his glasses back up and took in the strange looks from Denmark and Sweden.

"I'll explain it to you later. Let's get out of here first, just in case something else is trying to attack us."

Sweden nodded and grabbed a pair of keys.

"Ice 's st'll sl'pp'ng. W' h've t' k'ep 'im s've."

He left the house than and walked to his brand new Volvo. A car that is big enough to take all of the nations with it.

Denmark walked over to England's side and helped America to drag him to the car.

"That was pretty epic, England! What did you do?"

England just laughed a bit and looked over to the wall of the house, where a big hole from the impact could be seen.

"I.. just destroyed Sweden's house… I'll explain the rest later.. let's get out of here as fast as possible."

When everyone was in the car, Sweden pulled out of the parking lot and drove off into the forest.

America was keeping a close eye on England now and watched his condition carefully.

"I'm fine.. you git. Stop looking at me like that."

America just gave a little smile.

The young nation turned his attention to the Sweden, who was driving pretty fast down the road.

"Where are we going?"

No answer… America started to shift into a more comfortable position, but started to get nervous.

He looked back to England, who was staring outside, his green eyes unfocused again. This normally happens when the nation was deep in thought.

America could make out the moving of his mouth, like he was whispering something.

"Iggy? What's the matter?"

"Something is following us…", he murmured quietly and wanted to grab the sword again, but America stopped him again.

"Oh no, you don't!"

"I have to…"

"As if! You are going to kill yourself if you keep this up! There must be another way to fight them!"

England moved his attention fully to America now.

"Actually… there is.. do you have your gun with you..?"

America blinked and moved a hand into his pocket and pulled out his favorite pistol. England grabbed the weapon without a word and started to chant something under his breath and strange symbols started to appear on it that seem to burn themselves into the material.

"What are you doing?"

"I.. put some magic into it… so you can use it against Morgan's creatures more effectively.."

He handed the weapon back to America.

"Now… show me how much of a hero you are.."

Loud screams made their way through the forest and Denmark knew what was going on.

"It's more of them! They are coming after us!"

America looked back to the gun and then to England. A big smile appeared on his face.

"Well, then!~ Show time, baby!"

~.:*:.~

Morgan made her way down to the prison. She walked over to a lonely cell in the dark and kneeled down on the ground before it.

"Your friends are going to die soon.. but don't worry, you will follow them.. when I'm done with you."

She moved her fingers over the cold steel and her head to the side a bit.

"Thank you for all that information your mind has given to me. It was.. Pretty interesting to say the least. The world has gotten so much bigger… So many humans I can enslave~ But first.. I have to get rid of Arthur and this damn magic sword."

Norway just stared at her through the bard with an expression that could kill. He was in shackles and his clothes ripped at some parts. Blood was dripping down his face from a wound on his head.

"Du vil angre dette….", he breathed, his teeth gritted from pain.

Morgan just chuckled.

"Are you trying to threaten me? How cute… Norway~"

She stood up again and stretched her limps a bit.

"Death will soon come for you.. Aren't you happy? You don't have to hear those screams anymore.. Those voices of the dead that haunt you for so many centuries now…"

She winked and left the dark basement again and Norway stayed there.. Alone and suffering from the pain he felt in his heart. He can still hear them.. the screams.

England… hurry up…

/To be continued/

Translations:

Skod= butts XD

Det är ingen idé = It's no use.

Det er noget pis!= This is bullshit!

Du vil angre dette. = You will regret this