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Chapter 17

~Before Karma's "death"~

Karma was sitting in a tree, grinning, and waiting for Nagisa after he was sure all the girls were "killed." There was a small problem though, he couldn't remember who they were supposed to go after. All the girls were gone, and he was positive his friend had gotten the cocky "Prussian", but wasn't there someone else? He recalled quiet words, but he couldn't remember a name, or face. Maybe he was just over thinking it. He felt the branch tilt as if someone else had gotten on it. He turned to see who it was, but no-one was there.

"Real funny Nagisa, come out," he called.

There was no answer, only the eerie feeling that he was being watched. Karma felt something cold come in contact with his neck. Turning quickly he caught sight of a pair of violet eyes, though he didn't recognize them.

"Who are you," he demanded, furious.

The boy in front of him smiled and began to fade, the shadows twisting and bending around him. Just before he was completely gone, he opened his mouth.

"Matthew," he whispered, disappearing completely.

Karma reached up and touched his neck, pulling them back and looking at his paint stained fingers courtesy of the mysterious "Matthew."

Nagisa was running through the forest, trying to find Karma before Matthew did but arrived at the scene a moment too late. He watched the Canadian 'kill' his friend before melding back into the shadows. Nagisa followed suit and began searching for the blonde when he felt a chill up his spine, causing him to dodge a moment before the Canadian's blade made contact with his neck.

"Tch," was all Nagisa heard before the other boy melded into the shadows once more. Wary of the invisible boy, Nagisa backed away from the site of which the blonde male appeared, his guard higher than ever.

Once more, the blonde darted into his direction, taking several slashes at the blue haired teen. Nagisa jumped back and retaliated, shooting at Matthew with all he had. The country leapt away, dodging all the bullets with a slightly annoyed look on his face, and disappeared again.

Where did these guys learn to fight, Nagisa thought. It's like we're on a battlefield.

Nagisa decided to take the offensive and find the Canadian before he found him. Melding into the shadows once again, he began eyeing the trees and anywhere for the wavy blond hair.

There!

Matthew was behind a tree with his eyes closed, as if trying to hear where his opponent was instead of seeing them. A good tactic when against amateurs, but Nagisa had been training since the beginning of the year and, added with his natural talent, was too quiet for the Canadian to hear.

Nagisa lunged out of the shadows, missing Matthew by a hair. The Canadian ducked avoiding his knife and glared at the blue haired boy.

Suddenly, Canada did something no one expected. He reached behind him and pulled out a hockey stick. Where did that come from! thought Nagisa.

The coloring of canada's eyes changed from a light purple to a darker, more sinister shade, frightening not only Nagisa but the other students watching on the hill with Korosensei.

"Why does he have a hockey stick," yelled Terasaka. He was looking at Prussia, who shrugged.

The fangirls were all huddled together squealing at the situation, some taking pictures and other on their phones, presumably to write fanfictions. (The weirdos) (Really? Weirdos? Remember, we're the ones writing one…)(They're weirdos because I said they were)

"I don't know," Gilbert said, slightly scared of that look in the Canadian's eyes. The last time he'd seen that look was at Vimy Ridge. The blond could be deadly when he put his mind to it.

"Isn't that against the rules, Korosensei," asked Ritsu.

"There was never a rule about bringing sports equipment into a fight," He replied, "but if the fight gets too dangerous, I'll have to intervene."

The class let out a collective sigh of relief after their teacher said that, knowing he really would.

Karasuma, watching the fight with immense concentration, said to the others, "He's backing Nagisa into a corner." instantaneously pulling their attention back to the fight.

Nagisa was dodging the hockey stick left and right, just barely avoiding it while also trying to get far from the Canadian so he could 'disappear' again. Matthew, however, wasn't giving him a chance, now throwing kicks and lunges into the mix, not giving the blue haired boy any time to escape.

Nagisa had thought of using his secret weapon a while back, before the hockey stick appeared, but decided against it when he saw the blond's eyes. There was no fear of death in those eyes, only bloodlust and power, leaving Nagisa out of options.

As the blue-haired boy got slower, the Canadian seemed to get faster as time went on, tipping the balance even more.

I knew I should've been worried about him but I didn't think there'd be that much of a difference, Nagisa thought, dodging another swing. 'I don't think I can win this one.'

But, as he thought this, Matthew made an error in his movements, getting his stick stuck on a tree just long enough for Nagisa to kick it out of his hands.

Matthew stumbled back from the force of the kick. Nagisa wasn't very strong, as weak as a girl, but Canada wasn't much better. The kick sent Matthew flying and slamming against a tree.

Nagisa, not wanting to waste an opportunity, went in for the kill. He was about to 'kill' Matthew, when he felt something small slam into his back. He looked behind himself and saw a red mark.

He'd been hit!

He turned his head back around to see Canada, smirking, holding a gun in his hand. He'd used the tree behind Nagisa to bounce the bullet behind him and 'kill' him from behind.

Canada's team had won.

~With England and the Frog~

"Get back here!" A commonly quiet fangirl snarled at the Frenchman, shaking her fist in the air as she chased him relentlessly.

"Angleterre, help me!" France shouted over to the group perched in the trees where the Englishman watched.

"No, I think I'm fine up here." England shouted back to the fellow country, amusement in his tone. Sicily and Katherine watched from behind a pair of branches, thinking about whether or not to help him.

"Should we do something?" The blonde asked.

"Nah," Sicily replied, shaking her head. "He brought this upon himself for doing that to that poor girl."

While the spectators watched the incident unfold on the ground below, Nicole then spontaneously arose from the shadows of the trees, a large rare smile on her features. "Hey guys, you'll never believe this! I just saw the most awesome thing at the hu-" The teen stopped midway in her sentence to find the fangirl chasing the country, who she remembered as the quietest among the group. She in turn looked up at the terrified and amused spectators and shook her head. "Nope! Whatever the heck I just walked into, I want nothing to be apart of." She took a few steps back into the shadows and vanished, not even bothering to tell her companions what she was up to.

"You know what, I'm going to help her catch him," Katherine decided, pulling out her wand. "Petrificus Totalus," she muttered, sending a bolt of light his way. It struck him square in the back, causing his arms and legs to snap tightly to his body. He fell over and the spectators watched helplessly as the fangirl took out a frying pan and bashed his head three times, before huffing and walking away.

England walked up to the paralyzed body of France, his face covered with mirth as the frog struggled to escape his invisible bonds.

"Need some help," Arthur asked, stifling a laugh.

"I can get up on my own, eyebrows," France retorted, growing frustrated.

England just shrugged and walked back to the tree he was standing by. He watched France struggle for a bit before the blonde country sighed.

"Fine, please help me Angleterre."

England smirked. He took out the stick from of his pocket and began to mutter and flicked his wrist. Nothing happened. He looked confused and tried again. Katherine noticed and flicked her piece of wood, releasing the paralyzed country.

"Sorry, but technically anything that's not from this fandom won't work. I'm apparently an exception, but your wand won't work until you leave."

"What?! Why didn't you tell us this before," Arthur asked, frustrated.

Sicily popped up, eager to get a move on. "Let's go!"

Katherine rolled her eyes and disappeared with the excuse of having to tutor some people.

Annoyed, the rest of the people followed the bouncing girl, France and England getting into another argument. They traveled for some time before making it to a beach in which Sicily attempted to stop the fighting. After many unsuccessful attempts, she called Katherine's name. The girl appeared almost instantaneously, with a bored look on her face.

"Kat," Sicily whined, "Get them to stop fighting!"

Sighing, she walked in front of the two countries. "Oi! Would you two stop flirting long enough to at least listen to what Sicily had to say? Honestly," she said, causing three two to shut up and stare at her, gaping.

"Thank you, now if you'll excuse me, my tutoring session was rudely interrupted and I need to get back to that." In which she once again disappeared.

"What the hell," said England, looking at the spot where the blond had previously been.

"You just got chewed out by Mom so shut up and listen," said Sicily. She turned to face the entire group.

"So as you can see, we are on a beach," she began.

"Obviously," stated England, earning him a glare from the teen.

"So, from what Katherine's told me apparently these telephone booths are supposed to yell at you."

"Why are we here then," France asked, growing slightly worried. When the girl's eyes light up it usually means misery for those around her.

"I wanted to see it happen," she said like it was obvious and before anyone could react, she grabbed France and England by their collars and dragged them towards the booths, the fangirls following excitedly.

Sicily shoved them into the booths and waited for them to do their thing.

Nothing happened, so Sicily yelled," Try dialing a number!"

Sighing, Francis began to plug in Austria's phone number (Where he got the number or why he has it memorized is beyond our comprehension.)

"I'm sorry, but the phone number you are trying to call is not available, now please put down the receiver before I have to kick you in the nards."

Sicily squealed at the development and began to pester England into calling someone. While he knew that doing so would be a bad idea he also got the feeling that denying the girl this "entertainment" would turn out a lot worse.

Reluctantly, he dialed America's number, knowing there'd be no response. He waited a few moments until his telephone spoke sweetly as well.

"Same to you, Eyebrows, that number isn't available in this region." it answered politely despite the rude reply. Arthur wasn't sure he was hearing right, so he pressed his ear to the receiver again to make sure he wasn't having auditory delusions and listened again. "Again, this number ain't available. Hang up already!"

Sicily could barely hold in her laughter at the rude answers of the telephones, slamming a hand to her mouth as she stifled her giggles.

England and France both angrily hung up the phones and stomped out of the booths all the while, Sicily was rolling on the ground laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

"That was perfect," she wailed in between laughs. The two countries stared at her angrily.

"Why did you make us do that anyway," Arthur asked with a huff of irritation.

"Because it was funny," she replied wiping tears from her eyes.

Everyone just glared.

"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a twist. Especially you France," she said. She got up off the ground and dust the sand off her clothes. "The reason I wanted to come here was because I wanted you to meet someone." She turned to face the edge of the forest where there was a bush rustling mysteriously. "There he is, now."

Out of the bushes came another creature. It was short, only up to England's waist but it looked like a orange Dinosaur. A T-rex to be exact except its arms were longer so it could hold something.

"Agumon, over here," Sicily yelled.

"Oh, hey Sicily!," Agumon replied, dashing over towards the group, "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could teach these losers about Digivolution," she said with a creepy look in her eyes telling everyone that she had many things planned for them. None of them pleasant.

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