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Everything was havoc. England and his brothers tried to use their magic to save their world, but it wasn't working.
You see, the Aliens (From "Paint It White!") has came back, but they are there with a new ruler with a goal to take over the world. And they are very powerfull than they are before. Every country had vanished by now because of the aliens, some still standing like England and his brothers.
England grunted as a big punch had hit him. His magic wasn't enough, even with his brothers magic combined as well. "This is too much!" Exclaimed Northern Irelands, "Stop talking Ireland. The sooner the b-" Scotland was cut off by one of the Alien's attack. But he got up moments later. England was trying to help, but he can't, he was too weak. All of the countries were weak. No wonder all of them had been vanished by the world so early; and England has a clip of America's vanishment all over and over again replaying in his mind. And he did saw the vanishment of his friends too. It was there for a blink of an eye, and England was feeling sorry for his friends and enemies.
And in enemies, he meant countries he does not get along well. Not the picts.
And now, the brothers are now surrounded by the picts. They have their guns and swords and other weapons pointed towards them. And they have no where to go. The picts walks really slowly up to them like when England first saw them, and then Wales had the opportunity to create a portal to another world. So he stood up and created a portal through his chanting, once finnished, he looked at his youngest brother, "England, i want you to be safe." England was confused, "We want you to be safe." Wales added as he helped England getting up.
The next thing you know, England was almost thrown into the portal until he pushed his brother, "But why? I thought we're going through this together?!" The confused country asked, "Yes, but...This is the best for you dear brother. Promise me and your other brothers to find a way to reverse time and be ready for the fight in this universe." Wales said, and then England noticed the picts getting closer and closer to them. "Now, go! There is no time left!" Scotland said as he got up from the ground. England looked at all of his brothers. He was thankfull he had been born to such a precious family.
"Thank you for all the times we had together. I will do my best." England said his last words, his brothers, though beaten up and could barely move, smiled at him for the last time. England fell down the portal and he saw all of the figures of his brothers, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, and Northern Ireland, looked at his fading body as the portal closes.
England cried, "And promise me that you will be safe until i get back..." He said under his breath as he passed out in the portal.