Author's Note: This was originally going to go after Christmas, but I just had to do this here. I enjoyed writing this match. When you have plenty of pictures you saved on Facebook, it just makes it all the more interesting. I broke England here. I broke him good. I am so sorry to you England fans reading this. But this was too good not to write. If this was good, you can just imagine how Christmas is going to look. And yes, there will be another match after Christmas. Like the next day. For now, enjoy this week's match.

Match Twenty-Six: Hell:

Arthur's mind is in hell.

It started with the airplanes. They started out as a distant sound. Arthur could tell what they were just by listening. It sounded like a Hurricane. No, those had to be German planes. That couldn't be possible. Those planes haven't been used in decades. The English man looked up as another one flew over his flat.

Please leave me alone. What do you want from me?

Then there were the dreams of fire. London was engulfed. All of those lives lost. There was nothing that he could do. Even most of the nightcomers didn't make it. Arthur himself was forced onto his knees and could only watch. A single tear ran down his cheek.

No!

The Englishman opened his eyes. London was dead around him. Buildings were crumbling and falling to pieces. The smoke was still floating up from the ruins. There was no one in sight. The silence made his ears ache. Arthur wanted to scream but no sound came out. Nobody was in sight. Everyone was just a pile of ashes now.

A ghostly hand rested on his shoulder.

"You did this. They died because of you."

Arthur shook his head. "No… No!"

Shadows with empty white eyes stared at him. "Why? Why did you kill us?"

"I… I didn't! It wasn't my fault!" Tears ran down Arthur's face. He started to tremble. The English man could see the fires starting up again. He could feel the heat on his skin. Arthur closed his eyes as if to expect his fate.

But nothing happened.

It got quiet again.

Arthur opened his eyes. There was nothing but white around him. Still, something wasn't right.

The English man turned his head. Was that someone whispering behind his head?

Who's there?

Arthur looked behind him.

They were all floating. Their heads were down with their hair hanging in front of their faces. Twelve of them. They all looked like children. He couldn't tell if they were boys or girls. They all let out low hums. Their gowns floated around their frail bodies. Arthur remained frozen.

"Who… Who… Who are you?" he asked. The children didn't respond. Everything in the Englishman's being shouted at him to run away. But he found that he couldn't move.

Suddenly, one child lifted their head. Her eyes glowed a hot white. The rest of the children lifted their heads as well. They opened their mouths in a silent scream. Arthur backed up and covered his ears.

Someone grabbed him on the shoulder from behind.

When he opened his eyes, Arthur found himself lying on the cold marble. He noticed that something was breathing over him. Against his better judgment, the Englishman looked up.

The body looked like it had been burned beyond recognition. The skeleton face looked like it was crumbling. Old steel wings held up the body in place. Arthur's eyes widened in panic.

"What are you?!" he shouted. The creature reached out one long boney, blackened finger and placed it on his forehead. The Englishman's body went stiff as a vibrating sensation ripped through his body. His eyes widened as he saw the truth of his hell.

A darkness flashed through his mind. But Arthur wasn't alone.

Black holes for eyes were staring down at him. They searched around in the pitch black at first. Arthur wanted to run away but found that he couldn't. He didn't have a body in this empty space. Maybe if he stayed still long enough…

But then, the eyes stopped. Cold sweat on Arthur's non-existent skin. A bright light shone on him. The eyes in the dark now had a body. Golden tentacles wriggled in the pitch-black. They started to reach out to him. They couldn't touch him, but still.

The shimmering lights didn't make the monstrosity any better. Several faces appeared in the flesh. One opened its mouth, showing off human teeth. A third eye opened on the forehead. More eyes and lights started to appear everywhere. A second creature came up behind Arthur. This one just had one giant eye in the middle of what was supposed to be its face. Tentacles wrapped around where Arthur's body should be. They stabbed right through his back.

Suddenly, the air grew hot around him. The Englishman opened his eyes. The pitch black greeted him again. His eyes adjusted and he could see little stars and a slim moon in what was supposed to be in the sky.

That's when he saw her.

A young woman with dark hair was tied to a giant stake. She was naked with the flames eating at her feet and ankles. Arthur wanted to scream out to her but a hand held him in place.

No. Just watch.

Arthur closed his mouth as the flames took the form of a man. His naked form glowed from the heat within. He embraced the supposed witch. She took him by the cheeks and kissed him on the lips. The fiery man took her by the thighs as they burned up together. Everything burned up around them.

The world faded to black for Arthur.

The Englishman was found unconscious in his room. They ended out locking him away in a mental hospital. He's been there ever since.