Hey guys! Yeah, so this story idea was one of the ones which got quite a good amount of votes when I did the poll and I had half of the first chapter hanging around from a while ago so I finished it last night and here we are! Oh, and before readers of FRUK: A Valentine's day carol strat freaking out, I'm NOT dumping it for this! I'm gonna try and write both and as Valentine's day carol will only last about five chapters I won't be too bus for long. And for anyone who voted in the poll and haven't got one of the ideas they wanted yet DON'T WORRY! The Belgium-England clothes swap story is currently being written but I may wait until after the Valentine's day carol.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany way...ENJOY!

Run, run, run. That was the only thing that echoed through America's mind as he raced through the corridors with England being dragged belong behind him.

" I know your out there, me." The voice's snarl sliced the air like razor blades. "Come out come out where ever you are, and your little Arthur too!"

England's eyes widened with fear as America clenched his teeth. He noticed an open door at the end of the corridor.

"Quick! In here!" He whispered as he tugged England's arm furiously and the two dived into the empty room.

The door slammed behind them as they both sat down and tried to catch their breath.

"America? Who was that?" The American looked down at the smaller nation and sighed.

"…I don't thing you would understand-or believe me- if I told you." England gave a hollow laugh.

"You do realise you're talking to a Kirkland, one of the most powerful magic-using families alive, yet alone the only family where all the members are nations!" America sighed again, England had a point.

"Fine…he's me from another universe."

"You mean one of those we address as a 2P?"

"Yep!"

"And why is he after you?"

"To kill me."

"…Well I know that but why?"

"Because I won't let him take you!" The Brit's eyes widened.

"W-What? Why would he want me?"

"Because they are planning something…They want to take over our world! Canada heard them at a meeting once, he walked into the wrong meeting room but nobody noticed! Apparently they plan to declare war on us in two months!"

"But what do they want me for?" England gave a puzzled look. "All of those who's double in our world cannot use magic are able to use dark powers even stronger than the Kirkland's put together! And wouldn't their England have a British empire of some sort?" America gave England a sad look, it was either now or never.

"…You know how I'm normally in charge of the world conferences?"

"…And always end up being taken over by Germany, yes?

"Well in their world their America is the leader."

"Right, and what does this have to do with me?"

"The plan is that when they win the war, he will take over both his and our world…with you as his queen!"

England said nothing but America could tell by the look of his face what he was thinking.

"…I don't know how he knows you or why he wants you so badly either. All I know is that he wants you but doesn't give a damn if the rest of us live or die!"

"But what-"

BANG!

The two turned to see fragments of the door scatter on the floor as what appeared to be a blood splattered baseball bat tried to hack the whole thing down.

"Quickly, down here!" America pointed to a garbage shoot at the end of the room and the two of them dived in just as the door completely fell to pieces behind them.

THUD!

THUMP!

The two nations fell head first in to a pile of decomposing waste, well…at least they had a soft landing!

"Ugh…My head…" America moaned. "I must have hit it too hard! It looks like the walls are closing in!"

"Um…America?" England slowly stepped back into the centre of the room. "It's not just your imagination!"

The garbage compressor was on and the walls were slowly gaining in on the two nations.

And the person who had turned it on?

America looked at the small, glass panel which separated the janitor's office from the actual garbage shoot.

"You!"

The other America narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"Try getting out of this one, Hero!" America ran to the nearest wall and tried to push it back as much as he could, England quickly followed suite with the opposite wall, but neither had any luck.

America felt his feet slip on the greasy, grimy floor as his hands fumbled clumsily for grip on the walls, eventually he gave up, knowing it wasn't any use.

England let out a ear splitting battle cry as he lashed out at the wall, but it soon reduced to a sob when none of his punk or pirate days could help him win the fight.

Instead he ran back to America and the two looked around flustered, trying to figure out what to do.

The America behind the screen laughed.

"Have you figured out what your topping will be when you are reduced to nothing but a pizza base? Or are you going to give me what I came here for?"

America looked at his counterpart, at the walls and finally at England. He sighed.

"Fine! You can take him, just let us out!"

England's eyes widened but he couldn't bring himself together to speak, 2P America grinned.

"Very well, I see you've made your choice…" His finger mashed down on the big red button in the middle of the controls and the walls began to move back.

England turned to America.

"What the bloody hell are you-?"

"Iggy, listen to me. It's for your own good!"

"How is being held prisoner by your dark side for my own good?"

"Yeah, I know it sounds bad when you say it that way but it's better than death, right?"

"Yes, because being enslaved by a bunch of crazy psychopaths beats dying any day!"

"England," America's tone turned serious. "These crazy psychopaths plan to declare war on this world in two months and don't care who lives or dies but you. This is for your own good, I mean, if you fight this war then you'll have to watch us suffer which would make you suffer and as the hero, I can't let that happen!"

"America…" England's expression softened as he hugged his ex-colony tightly, the door flung open.

"I'm sorry to intrude on such a moving moment," the evil America drawled. "But I think I am owed my side of the deal."

England scowled. Unlike the normal America, this one could read the atmosphere, but he used this to his own advantage and to make those he picked on suffer more.

A hand being placed on his shoulder made the Brit look up.

"I'll win the war and get you back. Hero's promise."

England smiled and nodded before turning towards the 2P nation with a grim look on his face.

He walked towards his captor coolly and calmly. He had been a prisoner many times in his life and this was no exception.

The evil nation grabbed England's wrist and pulled him close before tuning him around and pressing the bloody baseball bat against his neck. He smiled at his scowling twin.

"I'll see you in a couple of months." He said as he and his captive disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.

America waited for the two to vanish before dropping to his knees and letting out a scream of anger and hatred which soon turned into a cry of hurt and loneliness.

A cry for England…

Okay...so...Should I continue?

Valentine's day carol should be up when I have time to write it soooooooooo BYE!