Taylor: Okay! This is 2P Hetalia time!

Sydney: Yay! PLEASE let me beat the shit out of 2p! America!

Taylor: That would be a filler, kay? Don't change anything!

Sydney: *sigh* Okay fine. So, who's going to be paired with who?

Taylor: You're going to be with 2p America. Eclipse is going to be with 2p Italy. And finally, I will be with someone who is a lot like me, Oliver.

Sydney: Figures on CupcakeHead…Well, let's get this show on the road, DAMN IT!

Eclipse: Don't forget to comment, favorite, and or follow! Comments can be from both people who share accounts, and those who can't. So you have no excuses!

Everyone: We don't own anything but ourselves. Eclipse is an OC created by Taylor, but with added personality from Sydney which makes him seem like a jerk, so thank Emo Wolf for that! Also, thank her for the colorful use of words. Please enjoy!

Sydney: I hope you're not mad about this, but I changed the rating of this one from T to M.

Taylor: Why?

Sydney: I've got this feeling in my gut that it's gonna take an M worthy turn.

Taylor:…

~~~Taylor's POV~~~

Here's how my day started; I was tied up to a chair, with a filthy gag over my mouth, muffling my objections. I also had a blindfold over my eyes, which somehow comforted me. I moved my arms, only to make them sting like crazy due to the rope they were bounded by. In the distance, I heard a commotion. Probably a fight from what I could guess. A television played in the background as well, or was it a radio? I didn't know at the time, but you can be sure I cringed due to the smell of iron and alcohol in the air.

I heard a groan behind me along with something that sounded like, "Bux" (Keep in mind it was muffled, so for all I know, someone could've been dropping the F-bomb. Or clucking like a chicken.). I couldn't really tell who's voice it was, but if I had to guess, it most likely belong to my friend, Sydney Ookami.

Most people would ask "How did this happen?!", "Where am I?!", and/or "Why me?!", right?

Instead, I asked, "HOW THE FUDGE MUFFIN DID THEY GET INTO MY ROOM?!" You see, I think of my room as a diary. If someone goes in there and does anything to change it, it feels as if my privacy is being invaded.

Well, now's the time to get down on why I asked that question!

When I enter my room, I lock the door. The only reason why it should EVER be unlocked is if Sydney went to the bathroom and came back into the room without locking it. That wasn't always the case, though. She would lock the door before going to bed 'cause of her fear of someone breaking in and killing us in our sleep plagued her mind every moment she wasn't thinking about anime or porn (Or death, or food, or how fragile our existences are seeing as how we've all been dying since the moment we were born. Yeah, she needs therapy).

Let's start from the beginning of how this happened then, shall we?

It was a weekend, and I had invited Sydney to my home for a sleepover. She asked if it was okay with my parents. I questioned this at first. (Why would I NOT get my parents approval for stuff like this?) Anyways, after she came over, we watched anime until it was late at night, and we did get a little side tracked from our anime binge watching by fighting, Sydney getting bored and writing/reading/napping, or looking up other stuff.

When midnight finally rolled around, I was, for once, tired to the point of passing out, waiting for Sydney to make a wish. What kind of wish? Well, she wished for the two of us to go to the world of Hetalia. Nothing wrong with that, right? Well, she forgot one teeny, tiny detail; 1p or 2p.

I snapped my head up in shock, anger, and fear. 'Dang it, Syd! You should have been more specific with your wish!' I thought angrily. I heard another groan, but it was on my left side, and it sounded more masculine. 'I hope that my parents weren't sucked into this!' I suddenly thought with worry.

I listened to the many voices I mentioned earlier, especially their accents. I don't really know which accent was which, but I could tell there was one that was British, one was Italian, and one didn't have an accent at all; In other words, they were American. There were more, but those are the ones I could hear the best. Then, I heard the door open with a creak as the voices became louder and clearer. A set of footsteps were approaching us as I sat still as a statue in fear.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Oliver?!" One of the voices roared.

"Explain to me again why we put these people in here?" The one with the British accent defended. His voice was like Arthur's, but it was higher in pitch and yet deep in tone. I'm now realizing that is very hard to imagine.

"Because, they appeared out of fucking NOWHERE! That means they're special, kinda! Besides, we wanted to have a little fun with them," Said the American. I assumed it was 2p America.

"…I'll let them go. Don't stop me," Said Oliver.

I felt the blind fold loosen as a dim light then shined on my eyes. I looked around the room to see that the floor was littered with cans, junk foods, and bones, he walls had faded blood stains here and there. There was no new sign of fresh corpses or blood, but it still gave off an ominous feeling, plus the fact that it was dark meant you've pretty much got a psycho's cliche torture chamber.

I felt the pressure from my hands and body fade away from being untied, and brought my hands to look at them. My wrists were red, and bleeding out a little. I lifted them to remove the gag and blindfold. Then I saw a very familiar man in front of me.

He had strawberry blond hair and sapphire blue eyes that focused on untying the ropes that were keeping my legs hostage. He wore a purple vest with a pink long sleeved button up shirt, a bright aqua bow tie, and tan pants. His socks were pink, while his shoes were brown. In the dark, it was hard to see anything else. All in all, he was as adorable as a kitten.

"There you go! Don't get up until I tell you to do so! Okay, Poppet?" He said in his high pitch, friendly tone. I nodded, blushing at the addressed name.

I watched him move on to the person next to me, who was so pale that he put Sai to shame! His hair was jet black with blue highlights and he also had a thick-ish curl of it on the right side of his head, that was completely blue. He also had a hoodie that had a fox design. The rest of his attire revolved around the colors black, blue, and white. I couldn't tell what his eyes were, but I assumed that they were yellow. Why? This man here, is the one, and only, Eclipse Tora!

He was seemed pretty calm as he was being freed from the ropes, gag, and blindfold. He looked around, then looked at me, then sent me a small smile before looking back to Oliver, who told him the same thing he told me, leaving out the poppet nickname.

I couldn't follow to where the 2p! went, but I assumed that he was freeing the last person. I waited a moment or so when a few sets of curses (Not loud ones, but not quiet ones either.) were set off like fireworks. Then there was a silence, but not soon after that, Oliver's voice sliced through it like a knife.

"Don't you curse, miss. A lady shouldn't curse! I would give you the swear jar, but since you're new, I'll let it slide for now," Oliver tsked.

I then heard a girl laugh maniacally before signing. "Well, that's fuckin' HILARIOUS! My mouth is worse than any God damn sailor you'll meet in your life, so you'll be the richest person on this damned planet by next WEEK!"

"Oh dear…ANOTHER dirty mouth…" I heard Oliver sigh as I looked at my outfit.

At the time, I wore a black hoodie with a black and white shirt, black sweat pants, normal white socks, and my black and blue shoes. What caught my attention was that my breasts were barely noticeable now! I could feel that my hair became slightly longer, and was pulled back into a low rat tail.

"Okay, everyone! You all can get up now," The British man said cheerfully.

The moment I stood up, I fell flat on my face. I heard laughter in the other room. My body felt weirder. My breasts weren't hurting when I fell…'D-does this make me a…?' My thoughts were interrupted by a certain Cupcake Prince.

"Hey, mister? Are you alright?"

'Whelp…That answered my question…SWEETNESS! Being a girl sucks!' I thought as I inwardly punched the air.

Anyways, I was blushing hard in embarrassment. "Y-yes, I am…Thanks for asking," I said, standing up and searching my balance.

"Good God, we need to work on your speech impediment," a tall girl with beige blonde hair, ivory skin and grayish green eyes that probably liked the fact that she was in a grey hoodie and booty shorts (AKA, Sydney.), bluntly stated. I noticed that she was also wearing shoes, but they were purple and gray.

I turned to her direction and hissed, "SHUT UP YOU BAKA!" It was in that lighting that I realized that even though I was a dude and older than Sydney, I was the same height as her, for once! "Hey Emo Wolf. We're the same height."

My blonde friend raised an eyebrow and leveled both of our heads to confirm my statement. "Hmm. I guess so," she said. "But then again, *raises thumb and index finger*, you're wearing shoes and I'm not, so for all we know, they're just elevating you by a few inches. Also, who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?"

"I'm your best friend, Taylor. And, lies! Look at your feet!" I don't know how she didn't noticed her sneakers in the first place. It was probably that they were pretty light, or she was too busy laughing at someone else, that isn't her, falling on their face to notice.

She brought up her foot to inspect it. "These are nearly flat-"

"SHUT UP! MINE ARE TOO!" I shouted with an anime vein. "JUST FACE THE FACT THAT WE'RE THE SAME HEIGHT!"

She chuckled, "You really are Taylor, then. Just a dude now."

"…Poppet, what does she mean by that?" Oliver asked curiously.

"U-um…I-I was a girl, but somehow, I'm a guy now," I answered shyly.

"I can help you get back to being a girl, if you want, Poppet?" He asked, sounding excited.

"No thank you! I prefer being a boy than a girl anytime! If I sound rude, I'm not trying to be, sorry," I rambled.

"Oh, it's okay! I'm Oliver! Now follow me!" He said, walking out the door.

Sydney looked to him in doubt and asked, "How do we know that if we follow you, you won't just kill us, or rape us, or rape us THEN kill us, or kill us and then rape our fresh corpses?"

"I won't kill someone without a reason. The others, though, might just do that. The only safe people here are me, Akbar, Natasha, and Flavio! Oh, but Flavio uses poisons, though, so do be careful around him!" Responded the other blond.

Syd chuckled, then paled a little. "Wait, I was just joking about the rape thing. You mean to tell me that there are people here who would do that to me?"

"Emo Wolf; You're a young girl who's tall, blonde, and has nice legs, though they're not as sexy as mine. Are you really that surprised?" I asked her.

She thought for a while then shrugged. "Guess not. Wait…What did you just say?"

"Sorry. Male hormones. Also, am I cute or sexy as a male?" I asked.

"To answer that, look at Eclipse," She replied. "Speaking of, hi Eclipse. Nice to see you. Nice to see you alive? Not really."

Eclipse glared at Sydney in response.

I looked at him and replied, "Then in that case, I look FABULOUS!"

"Mm hmm."

"Right, right. Very fabulous. Now come along!" Oliver chirped.

We walked out of the dark room to see that both the 2p! Axis and the Allies were lounging around in there. Some were screwing around with whatever weapons they had,others glared at the television and whatever channel it was on.

"Greetings, psychopaths!" Sydney yelled with a wave as I gave her a slap to the head. Her response; She flipped me the bird, which I flipped back twice until we broke out into a mini middle finger fight. Luckily, Eclipse stopped us before it got out of hand.

"Syd, we already know that you're a psychopath who likes challenging others, but we don't want to die as soon as we got SOME form of freedom." Eclipse sighed. "Anyways, I'm Eclipse Tora. The dude who looks like me is my twin, Taylor Tora. His psychotic friend, and my rival, is Sydney Ookami. If you hurt my brother, emotionally and/or physically, you'll die by you're own terms of killing, clear!" He announced, his amber eyes turning to scarlet red.

Suddenly, everyone turned theirs eyes towards us and chuckled darkly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What was that about not wanting to die?" Emo Wolf asked in a smart alec retort.

Eclipse's eyes were still red when he growled through gritted teeth, "Shut up."

"*sarcasm* I'm just merely thanking you for assuring yours and Taylor's death and my gang rape."

"I'm just protecting my twin," He murmured in defense, disappearing and reappearing behind 2p Italy. He pulled out a knife and put it on the 2p's neck, drawing blood until the man twisted it out of his hand and threw my brother back to us with a scowl. "I know I'm taking a big risk right here, but being an assassin, you'll have to take extreme measures." Eclipse disappeared and reappeared next to me, cleaning the blood off of the knife.

He turned to Sydney. "Taylor's not going to die. *Whispers in Emo's ear* I think that they need to face me and Oliver to get to her, or rather him as of now. I'm assuming that you'll go to protect her, since she's the only person who's going to laugh at the failing economy of America with you."

"*gasp* What was that about America's economy rotting in the pits of Hell?" Syd said dramatically.

"*sweat drop* That's not what I said."

"Damn it! *Whispers to Eclipse* Also, why did you say that Oliver would protect Taylor?"

"He looks at him while blushing," He whispered back.

"You know that I can hear you, right?" I whispered to them, blushing.

Sydney looked at both of us and said honestly, "I feel like punching both of you. I'm not even MAD at you too, I'm just thinking, 'What would happen if I hit you just now?'"

"I hope you realize that's a sociopathic thought."

"A sociopathic thought that EVERYBODY has though."

"True, so true."

"Well, let's start with the introduction, shall we?" Oliver asked.

"Okay, 2p! England-I mean Oliver. Introduce us to the other nations, that what we call people." The three of us said, smiling as everyone went quiet, leaving only the television to prevent an eerie silence in the air.

~~~~~~~Author's notes~~~~~~

Taylor: Okay! It looks like a perfect place to end this, right?

Eclipse: I guess so. So, are ninja's?

Taylor: Si! I'm not sure where this is going to lead us…

Sydney: Maybe it can lead to the part where I beat up 2p America *hopeful*?

Taylor: Well, need to know someway to protect ourselves in this dangerous place!

Sydney: So is that a yes or a no?

Taylor: It's a maybe!

Sydney: I'll take it. So please favorite, follow, and review, ya beautiful bastards!

Taylor&Eclipse: -_-…

Sydney: What? You knew I was gonna say it.

Everyone: One Peice OUT!