I'm not good at fighting scene -_-U (Also first time writting it xD). That's all I have to tell you, and I hope you enjoy reading :3.

Chapter 13: I acquired what is already mine….

~2p!Us POV~

When I left my ballroom, heading towards my next destination, which was on the 14th floor, I ran as fast as possible. Behind me was one of my subordinates, Germany. The sound of our footsteps echoing, a gunfire, explosives, an earthquake, and rubble falling from the ceiling, could be heard.

"Those pests! How dare they intrude into my territory! I'll show them what pain is, make them pay for crashing my beloved's party!" I said, my words dripping with venom as my dark aura burst out. Germany was silent, and he listened to what I said, awaiting my orders.

"Germany, how many traitors intruded into my home?" I asked.

"100 humans intruded on the fourteenth floor and 2 traitors invaded your domain, Master Amerika." Answered Germany immediately.

"How many humans did you dispatch to that floor?" America inquired.

"Only 50, Master Amerika," Germany replied without hesitation. I hummed in acknowledgement.

'They were going to rescue their kind, huh? I knew that from the start, but I never knew that it would become troublesome.' I thought with a sigh of exasperation.

"I'll go ahead and clean the place up as fast as I can. My beloved cannot wait any longer. Meet me on the 14th floor ASAP," I ordered.

"Yes, Master America." Responded Germany instantly. I used my shadow to teleport myself. I slowly sunk down into the floor beneath me as my shadow swallowed me whole until I disappeared. The entirety of my surroundings was black. I landed safely, my shoes tapped gently on the invisible black floor. I closed my eyes, as I imagined what my 14th floor looked like. After my imagery appeared vividly inside my mind, I opened my eyes with a smirk, and then I extended my left hand as I swiped the air. After that, the oak, brown, double door along the hallway of the 14th floor appeared in front of me. I stepped inside the portal as the black portal behind my back diminished until it completely disappeared. I could hear the sound of gunfire, footsteps, explosions, and screaming inside the hallway.

"I guess it's time to clean this place up, huh?" I told myself, and then I released an exasperated sigh. I stretched out my hands until I grabbed the golden handles of the double door. My fringe shadowed my eyes, and I smirked madly.

"It's time to have fun," I said in a playful tone, and then my dark aura doubled when it burst out. My eyes filled with dark glee, as I opened the double door, and then I dashed out into the Hallway. When I stepped in, I quickly looked to see how many servants I had that got killed, and I saw that my 50 servants were all dead while only 22 enemies were killed. I closed my eyes, shook my head, and sighed. I'm not disappointed that they killed fewer enemies, because the more leftovers alive, the more pests I'll get to kill. Suddenly, I heard the clicking of guns getting reloaded. I knew they were pointing at me. When I opened my eyes, the guns really were pointed at me. The 78 enemies were wearing black tuxedos with a matching white dress shirt, black pants, and shiny, black shoes. There were a variety of guns pointing towards me. I looked at them with a cold look, and then I smirked. I saw everyone shivering in fear, and then I licked my lips in anticipation. After that, I gave them my dark smile.

"You're all mistaken if you think that useless would cause me anytime. I guess it's my spring-cleaning time," I teased in a malice tone.

"Everyone, fire now!" Ordered the leader of the group of humans immediately, with an Italian accent. I looked at them dully, and then I quickly extended my left hand towards them while my free hand was inside my pocket. As the flying bullets rapidly approached me, I used a bit of my magic, using my shadows to protect me. The bullets were stopped mid-air, and I swiped it away. We could hear the clanging sound on the floor as the bullets fell down. The humans looked at me in horror, not believing what they were seeing. I smirked at them.

"I guess it's my turn to have fun now, huh? Let's enjoy it while you still have time left," I said with a mad smile, and then I let myself loose, spilling the floor with more blood, the screams of humans echoing down the hallway.

~2p!Us POV End~

When Germany was finally in front of the oak brown, double door, he could hear the sound of joyous laughter, the screaming of humans in agony, gunfire, explosions, and footsteps. He immediately opened the door, and he could smell the fresh and dried blood that get spilled on the wall, ceiling, and floor, and how right he was. The wall, ceiling, and the floor were decorated with blood. Germany saw his master a few meters apart with a bored, cold looked. America's enemy kept struggling until he moved no more, and then his master cast the dead enemy aside, the corpse falling upon the floor with a loud thud. America turned to where Germany was. The floor was filled with the deceased, a mix of their people and the enemies.

"Germany, 28 are hiding. Finish them off, I need to visit my beloved." Ordered America with a monotone voice.

"Yes, Master America." Responded Germany, nodding. America raised his left hand in the air near his head, and then he snapped his fingers. The shadow beneath America rose up as it swirled around him until he was covered completely, him and his shadow dissipated together.

~2p!Us POV~

When I arrived near our room, I saw that the door was wide open. I looked around and saw my surroundings were filled with scratches, and then I quickly approached our door and looked inside. I sighed in relief because our room was still intact. But unfortunately, my beloved wasn't here. I stepped in and approached the bed, and then I stepped something underneath my foot, and I looked down and saw my red album. I picked it up and brushed the dirt away.

"I see…the trigger has begun," I said, and then I put my red album behind my pillow where it belonged. I looked around my surroundings calmly. But inside my mind, I was in a rage! How dare they kidnap my beloved! I'll show them that they picked the wrong nation to mess with. I closed my eyes and used my shadows to seek out where they were. Every nook and cranny had a shadow, so they're my eyes. Alas, I had found them! Spain, commie-bastard, and Japan were fighting each other, and it looked like Japan was losing. I also saw how the commie-bastard had my unconscious beloved on his shoulder. How dare he! I opened my eyes and smiled darkly.

"They were playing without me, huh? I guess Japan really needs my help. After all, 1 vs 2 isn't fair." I headed towards where they were calmly. When I finally arrived where the fight was happening, I saw that the fight was already over and that the four traitors' backs were walking away in my opposite direction until they stopped walking, feeling my dark aura. I already knew that Japan was lost and was the ice sculptured beside me. I glared at them heatedly, especially Russia until my eyes stopped on my beloved's unconscious figure. My dark aura tripled. They slowly moved their heads until they saw me.

~2p!Us POV End~

"Privet, Amerika," Russia greeted with a childish smile. America looked at him up and down, and then smiled at him darkly

"Commie-bastard, nice battle armor." Commented America. Russia was still clad in with his boxers.

"KolKolKolKolKolKolKolKolKolKolKolKol!" Chanted Russia darkly. Suddenly, Spain patted Russia's free shoulder.

"Russia, you shouldn't fall for his trap so easily—remember our mission." Said Spain, glaring at America. Fortunately, the Italians were hiding behind Spain and Russia's back, so they didn't see their comrade's dark look. The two Italians were shivering like a leaf. Romano sneaked in and glared at America weakly.

"Da-Dannazione! We're screwed!" Romano cursed. Behind Russia's back was Italy, and they were side by side. Italy looked at his brother worriedly.

"Fra-Fratello! I-I'll try to cast a spell to warp ourselves in our territory!" Italy said with his plan, determined to do so. Romano looked at him with a glare.

"No! You'll get tired if we do that!" Romano exclaimed. Italy only shook his head.

"Ve, it's okay to sacrifice my magical energy. After all, fratello, my energy will refuell after I rest for a day," Italy reasoned.

"You know, Italy is right, Romano. We don't have a chance to fight against América." Said Spain, agreeing to Italy's plan.

"Da, I agree." Supported Russia. Romano closed his eyes, sighed, and shook his head in exasperation, and then he opened his amber eyes and looked at his brother.

"Fine. Do whatever you want, and I'll protect you, mio fratello stupido." Said Romano. Italy nodded, and then he went a few meters away, but he was close to where Russia and Spain was. As Romano was beginning to follow his brother, Russia threw England's unconscious form onto Romano's shoulder. Romano groaned in pain as he felt the heaviness on his shoulder. He looked and saw England, and then Romano turned and glared at Russia, but Russia did not look back. Russia knew he was glaring at him.

"Oi! What the hell is wrong with you!" Romano cursed. Russia still didn't look back.

"For precaution. I can't let my comrade get hurt when I fight Amerika, so you protect him." Ordered Russia. Romano knew he couldn't disagree with Russia because Russia was kind of threatening him by quadrupling his dark aura, so he complied. And then Romano followed his brother, picking up his double gun to protect his brother while Italy closed his eyes, extending his hands in front of him while casting a spell. Italy was surrounded by a Holy energy around him. America saw their actions and cocked his head curiously until he understood what they were doing. The five nations didn't notice that England was twitching, beginning to wake up as they were busy talking, glaring, and casted a spell. Romano put England on the floor gently behind Italy, and then he went in front of Italy to continue protecting his brother.

"I see. So you're trying to escape, huh? Unfortunately, all of you aren't allowed to escape my clutches. Unfortunately, since you got my beloved, I'll let you escape when you give him to me." Offered America. Russia only chuckled and shook his head in disagreement.

"Izvinite, America. I gladly decline your offer." Said Russia with his childish smile. America's dark aura quadrupled. Spain saw their interaction and sweat dropped.

'Ah, adding fuel to the fire, sí?' Thought Spain while he smiled quite cheerfully.

"I guess…I have no choice but to get my beloved by force, huh? You never appreciate me having a peaceful talk." Said America. He shook his head in disappointed, and then he slowly showed his eyes with his ice looked while glaring at Russia. He smiled darkly.

"I'll take him by force, then." Finished America, and then he dashed off. America stretched out his right hand as he grabbed something in the air. All of a sudden, a sword materialized in his right hand, and then he charged towards Russia, hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. Russia only smiled childishly while looking above him. Spain was calm while he took his War Axe behind his back as he swigged his weapon with his one hand, and then he sidestepped by jumping out of their way. As America descending down quickly, he hit his sword on top of Russia. Suddenly, Russia slowly cracked down until Russia's body was split in half, but Russia dissipated into crystalline form, scattering in the air. America hit him with full force, but America felt Russia's presence behind his back. Russia was indeed behind America as he used his crystal lance's tip, hanging on America's neck.

"Hahahahaha! I see—you used your ice to duplicate yourself. I know you're almost out of energy; also Spain is completely exhausted and has run out of magical energy. We know who the winner is." Concluded America. Suddenly, Spain used this opportunity to use his War axe as he dashed forward to hit America. Since he ran out of his magical energies, he was completely exhausted like what America said earlier. Russia sliced America's neck at the same time Spain hit America's chest with his weapon. Suddenly, America's form slowly melted away and turned into shadow, as the shadow quickly went towards his master, who was behind Russia's back. Russia tsked and quickly turned around as America used his dark ball energy to hit Russia. Fortunately, Russia used his ice lance to defend himself as it collide, but the force was too strong so he was ousted away with Spain behind his back, and then a loud crashed occurred. Smoke was littering around the two nations as they were hit on the wall.

While they were busy fighting earlier, Romano glanced towards his brother. He saw his brother was really concentrating hard as perspiration dripped down on the side of his brother's head until it hit on his chin, and then his sweat dropped on the floor with a plop. The Holy energies were getting stronger as Italy continued to chant. Suddenly, he noticed Italy's back that England was shifted until lime-green eyes were opened. England blinked many times to adjust his eyesight until he wasn't half-asleep. He sat down straight and then looked around his surroundings in confusion until his eyes were landed on Romano. England saw earlier that this area looked like a battlefield! Also, he also saw earlier that America, Russia, and an unknown nation were fighting, so it was indeed a battlefield to behold.

"What the hell happened when I fell asleep?" England asked. Romano glared at him.

"What does it look like?! They are fighting to the death while I protected you two!" Romano said, frustrated. England felt the Holy energies and looked where it was until his eyes gazed upon Italy, chanting in old Latin mixed with Greek and old English.

"What is he doing?" England questioned. Romano followed his gaze and saw his brother.

"That's my fratello, Italy. I'm the South while he's the North. He's chanting to get us out of here!" Romano explained. England frowned, and the words that Italy chanted felt familiar. All of a sudden, near England, a bright light flashed that Romano got almost blinded while he shielded his eyes. When the light vanished, he put away his hands as his green eyes were widening in shocked. Romano saw England was wearing a white toga with a golden halo floating above his head. England also had beautiful white long wings that looked like it was soft to the touch. England was confused and looked down at his new outfit. He quickly stood up and blushed in embarrassment.

"What the holy happened!" England exclaimed. For unknown reason, he couldn't curse properly.

"I didn't know that you're a dam-angel!" Exclaimed Romano. He couldn't curse the angel because he believed in holy wrath. Italy didn't look at them, since he was busy.

"I don't know why I turn out like this, but Italy's chanting sounds quite familiar. I don't quite remember what it is, though," explained England, frustrated.

"How about you help him so that it will be faster to get out of here?!" Romano suggested. England frowned, thinking deeply about his decision until he nodded in agreement. He went beside Italy, and then he went in position while he used his praying hand. England's closed his eyes until he started his prayer/spell. He didn't know how he did that, but he felt comfort as he started chanting, and he could feel that he was guided by an unknown presence. Suddenly, powerful wind swirled around the both of them as the Holy energies merged and become quite powerful. Italy knew the change of energy, but he was busy concentrating on his prayers. Romano decided to leave them be as he continued to watch over them to protect them. When Romano saw a loud crashing occurred, he saw America looking bored while looking where Russia and Spain collided with the wall, filled with smoke still lingering in the air, and then without further ado, America looked Romano in the eye. Romano shivered at his gaze. He knew he was screwed. Romano looked where his two comrades collided.

"You know, it's a bad move to look away from your enemy." Whispered America towards Romano's ear hotly. Romano shrieked like a man while he jumped away by side stepping with a slide until his feet were rooted on the floor, and then he glared at America, his pistols were already loaded, pointing his guns toward him. Romano was shaking like a leaf as he gripped the handle of his guns with both hands.

'Come on, Romano! I can't let America disturb them!' Thought Romano, and then he was calm. He glared at America once again as he shot his bullets. The bullets were rapidly approaching towards America, and it was covered by water and fire attributes by each of them. America easily dodged the bullets, as he dashed forward towards the enemy, sword at the ready. Romano narrowed his eyes, and then he quickly ran away while he kept firing. Romano was already concentrated, trying to hit America. The bullets that Romano kept firing had coated with different kinds of attributes. It was either fire, water, ice, wind, holy, earth, and shadow, but Romano hadn't a shadow and holy attribute because it was super rare element. When they found out that Italy had one, they were filled with hope to rebel against America and save their fellow friends in America's clutches. He was also surprised that England had one. If England found the out the truth about America…maybe…. America followed and kept dodging the bullets. America looked at him with maddening eyes and licked his lips, secretly excited to fight. Romano decided to ignore that crazy look.

'Shot where the heart is, also the head.' Romano thought, trying to aim at his target. But unfortunately for him, America kept dodging his bullets in a professional manner. Romano tsked.

'I wish they were conscious so that they could help me, dannezione!' Romano thought.

"I guess I better make it quick, and I don't know what you told my beloved to help you escape." Said America with venom. Romano chucked, and then smirked at him, but he kept firing while America kept dodging.

"You're one hell of a liar, America." Said Romano suddenly. America raised his eyebrow.

"Oh, and why is that?" America inquired. America felt annoyed when Romano told him that he was a liar.

"When England knows the truth, you'll be sorry. Karma is a b****, after all. And you'll find out soon. I believe in holy wrath, mio fratello as well," answered Romano, honestly. When they were busy talking, Spain and Russia quickly jumped quietly behind America's back. Romano noticed them and aimed at America's foot. America jumped a bit high and had a wrong move, and he knew they were behind him.

"I have had enough!" America shouted. Russia and Spain didn't enough time to hit America because America used his shadow to let him stand in mid-air. The dark energy was merging around America as he looked down below him with a cold look.

"You pests are annoying me. I'll show you how wrong you are to defy me!" America said in a booming voice. America felt annoyed that it was taking this longer to defeat his enemies. He guessed that it's time to finish this. The dark energy kept getting stronger until Italy, Russia, Spain, England, and Romano can feel the heaviness in the air, strangling them. Italy and England continued their spell with their husky voices, and all of them had having a hard time to breathe. Suddenly, Italy knelt on the ground, panting with his one eye opened.

"M-Mi dispiace. I-I can't hold *pant* any longer *pant*" Italy wheezed. England opened his lime-green eyes, and his voice was getting louder with a hoarse voice.

"Please lend me thy strength and guide us with thy righteous path, Warp Portal!" England shouted, and then he broke his prayer hand as he outstretched his hand. As the Holy energy went in the centre, swirling around with a powerful wind until a bright light suddenly appeared, twirling around until the bright light dims a bit. They can hear the gushed of wind, going in the centre of the portal as light was indeed in the middle.

"Hurry! I can't hold this portal any longer!" England shouted, sweat dripping down the side of his head.

"Go, Comrades! Leave me! I can handle him by myself!" Russia shouted, determined to let them escape first. They were shouting because the wind was quite loud, and their clothes were rustling because of the powerful wind, even America. Russia gazed was on America firmly, and he was serious.

"Are you mad?! You escape with them because they tried their best just to rescue you and Italy, and I'll handle him to distract him!" Yelled England. Suddenly, Spain had a firm resolution, so he quickly grabbed Russia near him as Russia struggled in difficulty, and he dragged him away as fast as possible, and then he jumped where the centre of the light was and disappeared. Romano quickly ran towards the portal. America quickly saw him.

"Oh no you don't! Darkness will prevail, Refine Shadow Edge!" Casted America, and then he shot his shadow on Romano rapidly. The shadow was shaped into a boomerang with dark crystals adored with it, shining beautifully.

"I won't allow it! Shield the helpless one, Kyrie Eleison!" Casted England, and then he looked at the running Romano as England lime-green eyes glowed dimly, also England's body in a golden-white light.

"Dannazioneeeeeeeee!I'll going to f***ing kill Spain if he left me behind!" cursed Romano loudly, and he was busy looking behind his back. He almost had a heart attack when the shadow boomerang was inches closer.

"Fratello!" Shouted Italy. Italy's amber eyes were wide open, looking at his brother quite frantically.

'I'm screwed, literally. And I'm not f***ing kidding. Oh Dio, ti prego perdonare miei peccati per quello che avevo fatto nelle mie azioni e parole!(Translation: Oh God, please forgive my sins for what I had done in my actions and words!)" Prayed Romano in his mind.

'If I turn into a ghost, per favore fatemi ritorcersi contro la Spagna.(Translation: Please let me haunt Spain.)' Finished Romano. When Romano decided to stop running, he closed his eyes and awaited the pain. Two minutes later, nothing happened, but he heard a ringing sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw the little cross shield of green light glowed in front of him, protecting him.

"Grazie, Signore! Lo continuerò a servirvi come mio fratello stupido mi ha detto a da ora in poi! Ho intenzione di visitare la Chiesa in ogni domenica! (Translation: Thank you, Lord! I'll continue to serve you like my stupid brother told me to from now on! I'm going to visit the church in every Sunday!)" Shouted Romano gleefully. The two Italys never know that England saved Romano, but England never mind about that. Romano heard his brother shouting at him.

"Sì Romano! Ti ho detto che Dio dàil miracolo! Eglièstato con noi fin dall'inizio! (Translation: Yes Romano! I told you God gives miracle! He was with us from the start!)"

"Taci!(Translation: Shut up!)" Shouted Romano back, embarrassed. The forces between the barrier and the shadow boomerang were fierce until the barrier won and the shadow boomerang vanished.

"I don't know what you're talking about. How about you get inside the portal! I can't hold any longer!" England yelled. England was still glowering, though, with no sweat appearing. England was struggling and panting, and he was tired. Romano ran as fast as possible towards the portal. The two Italians saw how pale England looked like. They knew he was really tired.

"I'll see you on the other side!" Romano shouted. England and Italy never know whom Romano was talking to. Maybe the both of them? When he talked like that, it sounded so…wrong. But anyway, Romano jumped in the centre of the portal and disappeared. Italy decided to stand now, but he was too weak and helpless, and he can't move.

"I can't move!" Italy shrieked. England looked Italy and tsked, and he had no choice but to do it.

"Tell the others that…I'm sorry." Mumbled England. Italy heard him and looked at him in confusion. Unexpectedly, England kicked Italy's back quite hard as Italy went in the centre exactly while he shrieked in pain until he disappeared. The portal disappeared as England dropped on his knees, wheezing. He began to wobble until he dropped on the ground. England expected pain, but no pain befell him. His eyesight was hazy, and he was panting. He only saw a hazy sky-blue eyes looking at him in concern, though, and he knew America caught him in time.

"I don't know why you helped them, but I'm so glad that you're safe!" America said, and then he hugged England in relief.

"Mm tired…" mumbled England hoarsely.

"Then sleep. I'll protect you," America told him. England closed his eyes until he was slumped in America's warm hands comfortably. America carried England in bridal style while he looked at England tenderly. America couldn't stay angry at his beloved for long. He'd let him sleep. Suddenly, white light glowed at England and America hissed in pain. When the light dissipated, England wore his military clothes. He loved and hated the light. Loved because it's warm, and hated because it burned him in pain, but he should not show weakness. When his beloved woke up, he should explain his reasons why he helped the enemy. But first, he should probably help Japan first, or maybe let Germany do it. He knew that he wouldn't defy him. After all, he had no will and just a puppet like the others. America's eyes shadowed with his fringe, and then he smirked victoriously.

"I acquired what is already mine…"

To be Continue~ 

Translation:

Italian: English

Dannezione- Damn it

Fratello- Brother

Mio Fratello stupido- My stupid brother

Mi dispiace- I'm sorry

Russian:

Izvinite- Sorry

Spanish:

Sí- Yes

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