Can I note that most of my requests are smut? Cause they are XD For those who requested something, I PROMISE I WILL GET TO IT! I just wanted to write out a few oneshots from myself before I write the sins you all have asked me to write (literally think after writing so much smut I'm going to hell jkjk XD)

This oneshot was an idea I have been building on! It's when America and Canada are benders like from Avatar (The Nickelodeon show NOT the movie with blue people) I, of course, changed a lot of the concept because I wanted it to be my own, but that is basically the concept.

ENJOY!!!

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October 29, 2019

America was sipping his apple cider as he watched the children run around the farm. He loved this time of year when the trees turn into works of art and pumpkins are everywhere. He loved the cool breeze hitting his face just right as opposed to the two seasons surrounding it. Yes, Alfred adored summer and springtime. But autumn was something special. He loved to do yardwork, much to most nations' surprise. Because raking the leaves meant he would jump into them afterward. He also loved Halloween, when he and Mattie would dress up and volunteer to take young orphans and foster kids trick or treating.

This year he decided, when politics didn't keep him tied up, to work on a farm. He looked for a while before he finally settled on one. It had been the definition of a family farm, the Quinceton Orchard and Pumpkin Patch. The owners were Hannah Quinceton and Gabe Quinceton, with their children Abigail (23) Jonah (18) Marleen (13) Deacon (8) and fraternal twins Tizzy and Thomas (3). Tizzy was being playfully chased by Thomas and Deacon when a customer pulled into the parking lot. The red pick up truck was spit-shined clean and had a maple leaf deco on the hood. Alfred shook his head as his brother left his truck and walked up to his brother.

"Hey, Alfie, ready to head home? Remember we have a meeting in England in a couple days?" Matthew asked, smiling as Marleen handed him a cup of cider. Marleen then turned to Alfred.

"Wow! England! That's awesome! I hope you have fun!" Marleen skipped off and Jonah came up with Gabe.

"You've been a big help this year Alfred! My wife and I are grateful! Please take this!" Gabe nudged Jonah and the young teen handed Alfred an apple pie. Alfred licked his lips and smiled.

"It won't go to waste! I promise!" Alfred cheerfully chirped.

"Do come to visit us again Alfred! We enjoyed having you!" Hannah yelped, kissing her husband's cheek. Alfred nodded as all the children hugged Alfred goodbye. Matthew and Alfred proceeded to get into the truck and drive off.

"You used bending, didn't you?" Matthew coyly smirked.

"Yea, the soil wasn't healthy. I just used a bit of nature bending, not like I made a stormcloud in my hands and watered the fields," Alfred countered. They both got quiet as a pulse waved through them, "you feel that?"

"Oui, but we shouldn't engage, eh. Let the bender find us, we will settle things as they come. Nobody can find out aboot us," Canada demanded sternly. They felt the rifts between realities shift as a rival entered THEIR domain.

Magic might be used as a term to describe their abilities. But, it is so much more than that. The North American twins were more than nations, they were benders. Most benders had been hunted or killed, but not them. For centuries, they alluded bounty hunters and faced many threats. But as the sole benders on Earth, this was their duty. This is what Canada and America were. They were protectors, guardians, and benders.

...

The World Meeting was in full swing, chaos consuming the room. Centuries of the same deal of loud arguments, petty fights, and an outcome of zero solutions. England and France were fighting loudly, America and Canada trying to diffuse the situation. China was patiently waiting for the two Western nations to stop fighting so his snarky remark could be heard, while Japan was not paying any attention. Hong Kong was braiding Taiwan's hair, and South Korea was rooting for his idol, America. Vietnam was shaking her head while India and Thailand were petting their tiny elephants softly. Russia was busy looking at America's ass to even care that Belarus was literally about to jump onto him. Spain was munching on a tomato and Romano was angrily tapping his pen on the table. Greece was sleeping, what else is new? Switzerland, Austria, Prussia, Liechtenstein, and Hungary were all taking bets on who could beat who. Romania, Norway, and Denmark were all in a closed circle talking quietly. Sweden, Finland, and Iceland were just watching in awe as America was able to hold back England from punching France. Italy was singing to himself, literally doing nothing. Germany was about to explode, his veins literally popping from his temple. Then... It happened...

A loud cackle boomed throughout the entire hall, startling the entire group except for America and Canada. The fighting halted as the nations all waited for more. Suddenly, a woman appeared. She had flowing, white hair and white paint all over her body. She wore a white, long-sleeved, mini dress that flowed for no reason. She had a silver thigh band with a swirl design, and a crest displayed clearly.

"I found you..." she said creepily. The nations were still as boards, wondering who this woman was talking to.

"Opium! What did you do now, aru?!" China snapped at England.

"I didn't do a bloody thing! I have no idea who this lady is!" England quipped back. The woman chuckled and raised her finger, pointing directly at America.

"Him, give me him," she said with an evil smile. Russia growled and hugged America close to him.

"Over my dead body," he threatened, holding out his pipe as protection. She then turned to Canada and pointed.

"Then, I want-"

"Jou vill not take him avay from us," Prussia got in front of Canada. The woman was beginning to get angry. She shook her head and raised her hand, moving her fingers weirdly. Russia and Prussia began to tremble as their limbs twisted in inhumane ways, both of them screaming in agony.

"Gil! Gil are you ok? Answer me, eh!" Canada knelt by him. America fell to Russia's side and rubbed his head.

"Vanya? What hurts? Tell me," America softly questioned.

"Both of you will come with me, or the others will suffer worse," the other nations were quick to draw out their weapons or hide. The woman looked around and decided to prohibit Hungary from moving by twisting her ankle. China was next, getting a violent jerk that caused his back to break. Spain, Denmark, and Sweden were all thrown against a wall by an invisible force. Finland was about to snipe her when the bullet flew back at him. The combat was so distracting that nobody noticed that America and Canada were healing everybody. The final two standing were France and England.

"I vill not let jou take away mon filles. 'e is too important to moi," France was ready with his bare hands while England held out his pistol.

"Alfred is never going with you. I forbid it," England's eyes were filled with putrid hate. She smirked and began to bend the air, making ice appeared. The sharp icicles formed to her bidding and she threw them towards the two.

"No!" America and Canada lifted their hands in unison, their palms glowing. A bright flash of light blinded everybody for a moment, but once it was gone it fell silent. England and France had been shielded by a thick wall of dirt. The two European nations looked at the wall, then to their sons.

"Mathieu?"

"Alfred?"

The two were speechless as their sons walked in front of them.

"If you want to battle then we should do it fairly," Canada inquired, unusually serious.

"The losing opponent follows the victors' demands?" Alfred asked, getting a nod from the woman. With a snap of the lady's finger, the scenery changed. They were no longer in the busy hall in London. Now, the nations were set upon stone seating in a world unknown to time. The center of the elevated seats was a ring where the woman and the boys stood. England and France instantly became nervous, as did Spain, Russia, and Gilbert.

"I refuse to fight an opponent when they aren't at their full strength. Transform into your proper battle garb," the woman demanded. America and Canada sighed and glanced at their fellow nations. They then looked to each other and nodded, beginning to glow. Their suits disappeared and were replaced with almost tribal garments. Canada was wearing a pair of blue pants with white fur boots and blue paint all over his surprisingly rippling body. He also had his hair in a ponytail with white feathers and blue beads decorating it, a silver pendant around his neck with a strange symbol. Alfred had on brown deerskin pants and no shirt, brown and green paint marking his body. He wore no shoes and had an armband like the woman, only with a different insignia.

"Better?" Canada questioned bitterly, the woman smiling coyly. She nodded to them and they nodded back.

"You may attack first since I am the one who challenged you," the woman stuck out her hand, gesturing for the boys to attack. The boys nodded, zoning out of their world and tapping into their powers. Canada made the first move using one of the waterfalls to his advantage. A strong stripe of clear water flowed around Canada and he did a bunch of sudden movements, making the water shoot out in different forms. The woman deflected the water easily back towards him, but Matthew did a few backflips to dodge. America attacked next, using the stone ground. He jumped in a variety of directions kicking the boulder to pebbles and shooting them out. The woman dodged, but it was a little harder. The nations were in awe that the two brothers hid this power from them. The woman growled as a pebble nearly pierce her arm. She then attacked, throwing a gust of wind into Canada's abdomen. He flew back and smack into a stone pillar, but bounced back and used the waterfall again to whip her. He restrained one wrist while Alfred lifted his hands and restrained her other wrist.

The nations saw the woman smirked, as she pointed out her middle and pointer finger. Lightning began to form, and since Canada was using water, he began to get electrocuted. But, Canada was smart, freezing the water and redirecting the lightning back to her. Canada fell to his knees, drained. Alfred bent some water into his palm, making it glow as Alfred but his hand over his brother's heart. He then sucked the lightning out and shot it into the air, successfully healing his brother.

"Stay down, I can finish this," America softly ordered. America walked back towards her, she was smirking and whistled a tune quietly. Her eyes glowed for a millisecond, the spectating nations were the only ones to notice. The whole battle was like a spirited dance, but the woman's action scared the nations for some reason.

"Ve~ Germany, her eyes just lit up..." Italy whispered as he trembled. America's eyes began to glow as he put his finger on her forehead, her eyes glowing as well. Alfred began sucking gold energy from her, most nations in utter awe. But a smirk graced her face as it happened...

"ALFRED LOOK OUT!!!" Canada yelled as lightning struck Alfred in the back with mighty force. The energy ceased movement and what was left out of their bodies returned to the woman. America's eyes closed as he began to fall back, Canada running to him. Canada slid on his knees and caught America, gently holding him, "America! America can you hear me?! Alfred, please answer me!" America was still as a statue. The load lightning crash silenced everybody, and horror painted the nations' faces. Matthew cupped Alfred's cheek and laid his head in the nip of his neck. He softly pet Alfred's hair and began to cry, "please, don't leave me. I'm begging you," Canada's tears fell onto America's chest in puddles. The woman chuckled.

"How cute! You shouldn't cry you, putrid child. You'll join him in a moment," the woman raised her hand, most of the nations shielding their eyes.

A loud, painful screech echoed.

One of a woman

The nations saw Canada had impaled her with an icicle. He then used his blood bending to twist her in ungodly shapes, making her look like a possessed bitch. Blood was everywhere and Canada's eyes were glowing just as America's was. Glowing tears streamed down his cheeks and his teeth were gritting so hard the nations thought they would crack. Once he was done, he dropped his hand and the mangled corpse plopped to the ground. Canada's eyes returned to normal and he wept into Alfred's chest. The stands began to shake and a staircase mysteriously built itself. England, Russia, France, and Prussia were the first to bolt up and run down. England knelt right next to his sons, as did France.

"She's lucky I gave her mercy," Matthew grumbled as he clutched Alfred closer. He saw the confusion in his fathers' eyes, as well as the other nations. He took a deep breath, "Alfred was in the enlightened state, a state not many benders achieve. You only achieve the enlightened state once you find your purpose. Alfred found his not long after gaining his independence after rescuing a little girl from a river. He discovered he was supposed to use his bending to not simply preserve nature, but preserve life in it of itself. That's why he always said he was the hero. I found mine when I healed over four hundred troops during World War II. I discovered I was supposed to heal the wounded, I was supposed to keep balance. When you are in the enlightened state, you utilize your entire being: mind, body, soul, and heart. If you die in the enlightened state, there's virtually no hope," Canada began to cry harder and clutched America closer.

The world fell silent as the now large group gazed upon the fallen nation. Canada was crying hysterically, followed by his parents and Russia. Suddenly, Alfred started to glow. He began to levitate, his body pulsing energy. Finally, he began to fall. He was caught by Matthew, who watched closely as Alfred's eyes began to flutter.

"Mattie? Dude, that was so weird..."

"Alfred how did you-"

"One main object I can bend is life energy. My enlightenment state was pulsing out to find suitable fits. I just took a little bit from a lot of different trees. You healed my wound with you enlightened tears, so thanks broha!" America smiled stupidly. Canada hugged him tightly as many nations looked.

"Can we have an explanation behind this?" England gestured, smiling a bit. The boys shrugged and smiled back, nodding.

The two most powerful nations were now also the two most powerful benders.