Play the audio on the computer because fucking copyrights won't let play on mobile.

The song is called I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons. There's also Gold by Imagine Dragons too. Oh, and Monster by Imagine Dragons. Basically those three songs by the same artist. Idk play them at the time you want to.

-Pumpkin

Cheers emerged from every side of the Grand Arena. People all over the world came to see this eventful day for the first time in centuries. Legend has it that one fateful human would soon overcome the world's immortals. The people who have walked this earth longer than the entire world. They who has seen it all. Elites that have power to the fullest.

Nobody thought they'd ever see this very day happening. Most of them thought that this person- that this girl was just another hoax. But, oh, did she prove them wrong. She hasn't deployed an attack on any of the countries, but her strength and tactics proved it. Reflexes were abnormally fast. She could could carry a yacht. A mind that makes everything click quickly. In short, someone who sounds more inhumane than the countries themselves.

The countries themselves didn't expect this to happen either. They had suspicions that this day would come. They never had suspicions that it would be someone they knew personally. It scared them, nearly to death, but the world is in their hands. If she destroys them, the world is now in her hands. It would be her world to control. All of them wouldn't say that they were petrified aloud. They all needed to stay strong. Yes, many have tried to murder or assault them because of greed. Many tried to just simply get rid of them because they think that they are just playing god. But like hell that a mere human being can kill them with a gun or by stabbing them. They can only get hirt by their hands, but if she tries? There is a chance that she can kill them off because of a special weapon that can only be wielded by a person like her.

She, on the other hand, didn't want to entirely face this. To her, it did sound cool that she was going to fight in an arena like a gladiator event. Trying to kill the people she knew? That doesn't seem fin at all, but fate can be cruel and a bitch sometimes. Karma may be a bitch, but fate is something that's already rest in stored in advance. Fate is something that gibes the turning point of a person's thinking to get her right back on the path she was destined to be on. There are the pros and cons she has learned from this challenge. The pro? She can control the world. The con? She becomes the world. And what does that mean? It means that she will bear everything on her shoulders like the titan Atlas. He carries the sky on his shoulders to prevent Gaea and Uranus from meeting because that would define the end of the world. It scares the hell out of her.

She wanted them to stay as the world. To live out all the memories together, good or bad. They are human like her too. Each one of them has their own emotions and feelings. Let them be long-time lovers, foes, or friends. They share the memories of the world. They were history themselves. They were born to make history. They were created to store history. These personifications are history themselves. So why make this destiny for her? No one man should have all that power in them.

"(Y/n)." She took a sharp breath in surprise from the people who went into her chambers.

Her body trembled from the aura of the weapon. Cunning and dark. It has a history and a personality like them, like everyone. The air gave a vibe of darkness around like a spellcaster who tries to manipulate minds for dark purposes. She didn't dare face the weapon that was being presented to her. Her mind was already slowly changing into those who despises them. Fate always finds its way through to get them on track.

"Yes?" She said in a monotone voice.

She didn't want to show them that she was scared. That would provoke them and the weapon. The crafty mind and influence of the sword has fully tainted those who has held it. She refused to hold it whenever they wanted to see what happens. Even by just seeing the sight of the unopened weapon, she could feel the roots of the Devil himself crawling on her body and pulling her into the depts of hell. The weapon scared her.

"It is time for you to finally hold the weapon, Your Grace." The people spoke creepily in perfect unison. "The time has come to slay those who has ruled this cursed world for centuries."

"I will once I enter the arena."

"No." Her body trembled. One of the people grabbed her by the arm and what she faced was something obscure. The one who grabbed her doesn't even look human anymore. She couldn't even tell the gender anymore. It was nothing more than a head with sunken holes and no eyeballs. "You will hold it now."

The aura was stronger when she saw the small black obsidian inside a small decorated box. Sitting there on its red velvet pillow, it sickened her about the things it can actually do to a person. Examples would be the people around her right now. Minds filled with the filthy lust for power and pride. That small stone, barely bigger than a pebble, brought her nightmares. She could remember them vividly too. The scarlet liquid coming out of her friends and dripping from the small black stone that gave her a rush of excitement and thrill in her dream. Sadistic as it is, she hated it. Getting that feeling of slowly liking and the thirst for their bloodbath made her even more sick. She was sick of her mind. She wanted to be kept under wraps to prevent all of this. She even had a plan just to kill herself, but because the stone was always in her room it made sure that her fate would be a reality.

"No!" She yelled and pushed the person back harshly.

She huffed and looked at the people with eyes clearly full of anger. They all backed away from her with fear. She didn't let her guard down. The stone has its ways. It's an actually living being with a mind of its own. Dark malicious thoughts that haunted her like her own regrets. It showed her things that she wasn't supposed to see. It showed her the dark side of the people she has trusted for a lonh time. It showed her their pasts and their mistakes. She knows that past was past and they wouldn't dare do it again. She loves them all for who they are today.

Are you sure that they are going to stay like that forever? Her own voice spoke inside her mind. Are you that stupid to trust them like a passenger with a blind pilot? You naïve little girl, you know that it can happen again in the future.

"Shut up." (Y/n) muttered under her breath.

History repeats itself in many ways, little girl. It always does. Who knows? It could've been under your nose all along.

"You're trying to make me redo history again!" She screamed to no one, but to the voice in her head. "So shut up you hypocritical stone!"

Pathetic. The voice sneered. Even if you like it or not, you are going to render yourself to the fate that has been blessed upon you.

"It is not a blessing dammit!" She screamed out as she felt a pang in her chest that made her fall on her knees. "It's anything, but a blessing! It's a fucking curse! Just stop it! I hte you all for doing this!"

Then take me! She grunted and fell. The stone's powers were at work. A pain from her chest prevented her from standing up. One single touch and you can end all of this misery in you!

"When a woman says no, she means it!" She wheezed. "I-I'd rather die than let the world end."

What a foolish little girl you are, (Y/n). She could feel something wrapping around her neck. She couldn't breathe.

Above her, she could see the people reaching the stone down to her. Close to her face. The thoughts in her mind darkened and started to stain her like wine. She knew that the people weren't allowed to touch the stone for it could kill those who are not chosen. They spilled it out of the box and it hit her against her forehead.

All it takes is a single touch of the stone.

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In the countries' chambers, they waited for the gate to open.

Each one of them was too nervous to talk or to motivate each other. There are two results or outcomes that can happen throughout this challenge. They get killed or (Y/n) gets killed. Slaughter or to be slaughtered. It's her against the world. One person against hundreds of countries. Doesn't seem fair, eh?

"Are we really going to..." Italy trailed off.

"We're all trying to find another way, Italy." Germany sighed hopelessly.

There was no other way at the moment. They went over and over about the stone's history. Taking and destroying it would cause the holder's life, and keeping it buried somewhere remote wouldn't cure the power drunken mind. There was no gurantee that she would become normal again if they could even purify the stone. Evil doesn't disappear, it moves around. It will look for another host from host to host. You cannot destroyer evil. You cannot destroy good. You cannot destroy neutrality. These are personas you can only change, but not destroy.

"This is full of bullshit." Hungary stated and thrusted her sabre deep into a wooden dummy. "We've done this before, but why does it seem even harder?"

Liechtenstein was looking at the shotgun her brother gave her and the shells that scattered on the table. Everything was changing drastically in a short amount of time that even she needed to get involved. Switzerland on the other hand was ready to protect her, even if it means killing a friend. Loading his guns and polishing each one of them.

Japan was facing his reflection on his katana. The ceremonial dagger sheathed on his waist. Silently, he whsipered: "I wish that I could kill myself."

"Same here." China heard him. "Unfortunately, we are countries. We can't commit suicide or kill each other."

"How sad." Japan replied in a sarcastic manner.

Everyone was out of character. America himself was silent. Prussia was surprisingly making more sense in trying to find ways. Same goes for Denmark who was even reading Old Norse books to find ways. Belgium was smoking for the first time in years. Belarus and Ukraine were oddly quiet. Russia wasn't even smiling. The world was ending because of one person who was tested and born with a fate they were petrified to face again.

"I wish Nono was here." Romano spoke for the first time since they arrived. "He's good at negotiating at thesw sort of things."

"Do you even think that everything would be negotiatable?" England spat out his words angrily. "This curse is irreversable and revelant to the entire cosmos. It determines our fate too. Huh, how cliché."

"I don't want to kill her." Seychelles sniffed with her bloodshot eyes looking at the wall to avoid looking at the gun she was given. "None of us wants to."

"The world is cruel." France chuckled darkly with a sad tone.

The gong finally sounded. Loud yells and cheers were heard from the outside. People were rooting for their own sides. Countries versus the only human capable of killing them.

All of them stood up and picked up their weapons. Seychelles hesitated, but shakily took her weapon. America carried his bat on his shoulders with a dark face. Regret was beginning to crawl into the countries. Each heart was beating with nervousness and fear.

The loud screams of the people fully filled their ears when they all stepped into the dry sandy arena. It was clean and untouched. The people were all at the edge of their seats. Every spectator had their ways on catching a glimpse. Nobody wanted to miss the bloodshed that was about to start.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer gad a mix of enthusiasm in his voice and fear. "The current representatives of our world today and the most powerful beings to walk, the personifications of our dear motherlands and fatherlands!"

Positive and negative screamed everywhere. It frightened everyone. The role they played and stood on will decide what path will fate push them into now.

"What happened to the first holder of the stone?" Canada asked.

"The man always hated us since the beginning, it grew from him." Poland tied his hair back. "I doubt that (Y/n) would be affected by the hatred now."

"I doubt your doubts Poland." Lithuania pointed out as he stared at the gate on the other side of the arena.

Anxiously waiting for their opponent and friend to come out of their chambers.

A scream came from (Y/n)'s side of the arena. The whole arena grew silent as the screehes and screams continued. A choke, a groan, a plea for help, screams, and screeches continued until one of the tainted people came out looking normal. Her color came back to her, but what made the crowd gasp louder and became more eager was the blade that went right through her. The opponent was still in the shadows. The broad blade was pulled out harshly. The woman fell with the blood starting to pool around her.

Like animals, some of the spectators cheered loudly.

Pure horror grew on the personifications' faces.

"(Y/n), why would you..." Germany was the first one to notice the girl.

The way she walked out in her obsidian armor, she didn't seemed sorry or nervous about it. A obsidian circler decorated with green and blue gems glowed ominously like the sword she dragged on the ground. A pure black sword that let out a visible dark aura for everyone to see.

There was blood on her face. She licked her bloodstained lips and flipped her ponytail behind her. A smug smirk curved on her lips when she saw the personifications. She lifted the sword and placed it on her shoulder as she walked further into the arena.

She looked the same, but different. The same hair and eyes, but with a different feeling into them. The atmosphere dropped temperature. Her eyes glinted with malice, the smirk on her face said thay she was confident, and the way she walked was almost too careless. It looked like she didn't kept her guard up.

"Take precautions." Germany barked at the countries who readied themselves.

She walked towards them as if she was drunk. She swayed her hips and her footing was clumsy. Her eyelids were lowered making her look like she was vunerable to attack if it wasn't for her armor and weapon.

The arena screamed in excitement and others screamed in fear. The most powerful human in the world was walking carelessly and looked smug about killing them.

"Germany, Germany, Germany..." She tisked with a smile on her face. "Always too stiff and to think that a friend might attack you? Aw, that wouldn't be fun now, would it?"

"(Y/n), why?" America looked like he was about to drop his weapon and drop on his knees in despair.

She looked at the American with the same prideful look as she stopped in her steps.

"Let me tell you something America." She stabbed the ground with her sword that made the others flinch. "The stone, you know what will happen if you all take it away from me." She laughed. "I die, and if you hide this I go mad." She said. "But there is one thing no one knows about the stone. The fact that it is powered on a person's hatred towards a certain something and the stone just gives you like a game tutorial on what to do to that certain something."

"You hate us?!" England was shocked as (Y/n) laughed.

"No England." Her smile dropped as she grabbed her sword from the ground and pointed at a portion of the stadium. "I hate them."

The people on the portion she pointed was shrouded with a black aura as they floated up from their seats. They screamed in horror as some of the other people ran away from the area. They rose up in the air, almost at thirty feet.

"(Y/n), what are you doing?!" England grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. "Stop this! Put them down!"

She laughed and replied, "Okay."

She dropped them like rag dolls. People screamed as they fell.

Splat

Splat

Splat

They fell together on the ground. Some injured, some dead, some who were still the air rising up higher and higher. Then there goes the drop. England- no - the whole world stared at her in shock. A sadistic laugh came out of her mouth. Screams of terror were heard everywhere as people tried to get out of the arena, getting killed or injured from the stampede or panic.

"Why would you do that?! You're killing people! Are you mad?"

"The only thing I'm extremely mad about is that they want to kill you." She answered. "I'm mad about them trying to kill the world off, I'm mad about you guys being sentenced to death by others."

"Help us, please!" A civilian yelled at the countries. "That's what you do right? You help us everyday!"

A bad move by the man.

(Y/n) widened her eyes, she didn't even bother lifting up the sword. The man with several other people floated into the air.

Before they could float up higher, England covered her eyes as the people experienced a four feet deop. England's heart was beating fast from the fright. Everyone had their hopes on helping (Y/n) to recover, but what happened was something they did not expect.

"What are you doing!" She tore England's hand away from her vision. "They deserve it for being the most hypocritical pigs! Depending on you guys and suddenly hating you!"

"You don't kill innocent people (Y/n)." Prussia said. "You don't just start killing everyone, we've learned from our mistakes!"

"What's innocent about this world anyways?" She chuckled darkly and pushed herself away from the countries. "Suit yourselves then."

She snapped her fingers as the whole arena floated up. Before they can even stop her, she raised the palm of her hand facing them. "Bye." She flipped her hand as the countries flew backwards.

Everyone immediately got back on their feet. Without any hesitations and further thinking, they knew what they should do.

(Y/n)'s eyes looked at them. A sad smile came on her face and a tear rolled down her cheek. The intentions she had done were now getting into place. She can no longer be sane. She let her guard down to make herself vunerable to be shot.

"Now!"

BANG!

"Goodbye and thanks for the memories."

Hi guys so I've actually been planning this one out since March, but it didn't come up perfectly when I listened to Everybody Wants to Rule the World cover by Lorde. It's a fantasy mash up I actually want to make, only if I have the artistic skills or if any of my friends would actually agree to helping me out with this. I have a tablet and shit, but my laptop broke so boo hoo for me.
Auf Wiedershen for now!

-Pumpkin