The Hero

19: Fight

  We were standing on England's land. We were too late to take a stand anywhere else and we couldn't let them get to North or South America. If that happened it would all be over. I couldn't let that happen.

After about ten minutes, we could hear them coming. I couldn't tell how many people their were but I knew there were a lot. But as soon as they saw us the front line hesitated to take a step forwards. Not that anyone else could notice the countries slight hesitation.

I could see Natrista on the left side of the front line. She smiled at me and gave me a slight nod. She was ready to help while it looked like she was helping their side. And by the look on her face she knew that one of my secrets would be undiscovered in this battle.

"Stand down now or you'll all die." America yelled as the stopped a hundred yards away. I took a deep breath, this wasn't him he would rather save people then kill them. They were all acting different, it was obvious.

"You'll have to kill us all before we give up. We're not about to just let you win." I said and they all seemed a bit shocked. I pulled out my sword and a whisper seemed to pass over the other nations.

"What nation is she?" I heard someone whisper. They knew that nations were only aloud to fight each other with swords. It was a rule that was discussed centuries ago.

"I don't know, but be warned, she has strong magic in her." England warned. "I can't tell what sort of magic she specializes in though."

Then Germany took a step forwards. He looked at me and pulled out his own sword. I grimaced, trying to hide the fact about how much it was going to hurt my emotionally to fight him. I wasn't exactly ready for this.

"Stand strong and don't go down easily." I said just loud enough for my army to hear. They all nodded and readied their guns. Even Zoey who was in fact here to fight.

As soon as Germany took another step forwards it started. The two armies started to fire at each other. I ran at my brother and soon got into a really intense battle.

My brother was strong but I could tell he wasn't used to fighting with a sword. I dodged his attacks easily. I blocked one of his blows and moved slightly to the left before letting his blade slip off of mine. He stumbled a bit and I slashed his leg.

It cut deep and he fell to the ground. "I'm sorry." I whispered and kicked him in the ribs so he couldn't get back up. Tears were making watery paths on my dirt covered face.

The next thing I knew was Italy coming towards me. I readied my sword when he suddenly dropped to the ground. Someone had shot him in the right shoulder. I quickly glanced over my own shoulder to see Zoey pointing the gun where he had been standing.

I smiled a bit, I couldn't believe how old and strong Zoey was being. It was simply amazing for the four year old. But I soon turned back to my problem at hand. I turned just in time to see Hungary coming at me with her own sword.

I ducked just in time to miss her cutting off my head. I knew that none of these countries remembered me. If they did then Italy would have never thought about coming after me. Same goes for Germany and Hungary.

"You know you don't have to do this." I told Hungary as we locked swords. She just grimaced and swung her sword. She was in fact more skilled than Germany but I could tell she hadn't used a sword in a while. But mom attest what happened, I never delivered a killing blow because I didn't want to kill any of them, I just wanted hurt them enough that they couldn't fight.

  "I do. Your army wounded Feli." Hungary said and I knew that even though she was different her feelings for Italy were the same.

  "I don't want to hurt any of you." I said truthfully. "I never wanted to hurt, Feliciano, Ludwig or you." I said and kicked her in the ribs, just like I did to my brother.

  She fell to the ground and lied there, wheezing. Prussia ran up to her and I knew hurting her only made him angry. Then he stood up and pointed his sword at me. He glared and I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to kill me.

  "Prussia, please, I don't want to hurt you guys." I said as tears streamed down my face. "Gilbert, I-"

  "How do you know my awesome name?" He hissed. I took a step back in shock. I still wasn't used to the whole acting different thing.

  "I- I can't tell you." I said and he grinned as he looked around.

  "Well you might as well give up, your army's dead." He said and my attention turned to where everyone lied. Some were their army and some were from mine. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Natrista nod. She had already worked her healing magic on them.

  "It not over yet." I said and England, Norway and Romania gasped. They probably knew what type of magic I specialized in now. I raised my left arm slowly, bringing everyone back. Everyone that died would be fighting for me including their dead soldiers.

  "T- That's impossible. Nobody possesses that type of magic anymore. And to think she could raise a whole army at once. She's got to be powerful." Romania stated. But I wasn't the only powerful one. The magic trio were quite powerful as was Natrista. She had healed everyone with a matter of seconds when she was standing at least a hundred yards away. What made it more incredible was that no one had noticed.

  "Death magic." Norway said astounded. His magic was pretty close since the type of magic he specializes in is spirit. I know quite a bit of Each type of magic but mind magic was probably my weakness.

"I told you, it's not over yet." I said and Prussia ran at me. But not only did he come at me but Japan, France, Spain and The magic trio did as well. While the Bad Touch trio fought me with swords, the magic trio tried to slow me down with magic.

It was a bit complicated but somehow I managed to pull it off. I focused on fighting while I kept an eye out for curses coming at me. Norway tried to make ice under me but I quickly jumped and made it into water.

  "Qui maledixerit omnes magicis amitteere. Unuis diei tempore per textum." I whispered under my breath. It was a counter spell that I had learned as a child. Not many people knew this spell but with it, you could possibly take away a persons magic forever, it all depended on how long you said to take it away and how powerful the magician.

  (The ones who curse lose all magic. only for a day through the time fabric.)

  As I continued to fight I could hear the Magic trio gasp. Having their powers taken away wasn't going to be easy for them considering how long they had it. And not having to put up with them made fighting that much easier.

  But as it turned out the Bad Touch trio and Japan were able to beat me after England came to join them as well. I sighed and excepted my defeat. I had put up a good fight and looking around most of their army was dead. They didn't have enough people to take over North and South America right now.

  I looked at Natrista one last time and she nodded. She had healed them all one last time. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't able to heal anyone again. She had used all of her magic.

  Spain and Prussia held my arms as I was forced on my knees. I looked up at England, France and Japan and waited for them to make their decision with what they wanted to do with me. Germany wobbled over and so did Italy. As they talked I looked at where the other countries were standing, some wounded but not many. No killing shots were delivered to them.

  "You're lucky we don't kill you know." England said and came to stand in front of me. "But we need you to revers the spell you did to take away our magic and we need you for other various reasons."

  Then suddenly America came up to me, gun pointed. "She deserves what she did to us." He stated and my eyes widened as tears threatened to spill again. Taking a deep breath, I looked down and spoke.

  "Do what you want Alfred." I said and the tears fell. He of all people didn't remember who I was. The only people who knew were Natrista, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Zierstien. I had to except that.

  He kicked me in the ribs and I could feel as some of them broke on compact. I bit my lip trying not to scream. Then I couldn't help but scream. America had shot me twice. Once in the left shoulder, and once in my right thigh.

  I looked up him a glared as they started to drag me back to their base in Spain.