A World Of Darkness

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Melac: we both did Ane.. Anyways, we apologize for the long delay. This weekend we plan on updating everything with 2k for all our stories.

Aneres: thats all 4 stories! Anyways, heres the next chapter!

Melac: before we start, theres a review I want to respond to, by Fallenramiel. Thank you for that opinion. Its greatly appreciated. As for the dialoge, it truthfully annoys me to keep pressing enter for a very short response. I prefer paragraphing. For grammer, Im glad. I mostly learned off of Serena and Calems studies, along with Aneres.

Aneres: We are sorry if we confuse you! Now, to the chapter for real!

Downtown New York, Other World, 2014 January 22nd

My head. It was killing me. I raised my hand to see if there was a bump, but I was disgusted by the sticky blood that was on my forehead. This was not good. I sat up and looked at my surroundings. This place looked like a desolate town from hell. I stood up slowly and looked around. The sky was black, all the rumble around me was scorched to some extent. There was no signs of life, anywhere. Where am I? I groaned and ran a hand through my bloodied blonde hair. The hero was lost. This was not good. I thought back to what I remenbered. I was at Englands, we were having a conference there. I upset him about mentioning the Revolution, and he left. I ate my giant dinner and went to bed. Then my vision flashed red and I felt like I was being dragged away, before seeing a small glimpse of someone that looed like me on the carpet of my temporary room.

But I knew it wasn't Canada. Kumojiro, or whatever his bears name was, was nowhere in sight. So who was my imposter? Back to my current problem of where I was. I jumped at the sounded of a crash and an explosion. I needed to start moving. The hero wasn't going to be killed in some twisted town. I started walking, glancing at the destroyed town. I looked at a towering statue in the distance. There were cracks all over its surface, chunks of it missing, or crumbling down slowly. It looked like a person with a hand in the air. My blood ran cold when I saw its raised hand. It had a torch, that was currently lit, with red and orange flames. I looked in horror at Lady Liberty. What happened to her?! Another fact hit me. This was New York. " What happened to my country?!" I yelled at nothing in particular.

I turned around quickly when I heard a set of footsteps. Finally! Human life! I froze when I saw the person though. He had long blonde hair tied back slightly, pale skin, piercing red eyes, and a hocky stick with barb wire wrapped around the end. The guy was glaring at me, looking utterly confused and angry at the same time. He had a red jacket with a black shirt and jeans with slashes everywhere. He spoke up, loud and firm.

" Who are you? Why are you here?!"

Canada. I knew exactly who this was. It was Canada, but I could acually hear his voice, and he didn't seem afraid of anything. It was at that moment that I saw the giant polar bear behind him, claws ready to lung at my throat. I said nothing, my body frozen in fear. I was going to die by the hands of my brothers imposter. Not to mention the last thing I said to England was about the Revolution. Great. Just freaking great.

England's Conference Room, 2014, January 22nd

It was an understatement to say the countries weren't afraid of this America imposter, Allen. I didn't dare think he acually looked like our America. He couldn't. His voice always had the hint of a growl, and he looked beyond irritated. His eyes were narrowed, and they made America's always happy blue eyes look deadly. There was no way he acually looked like that. I had to ask. I cleared my throat and spoke up.

" Allen... Is that what you truely look like?" I asked carefully. Allen gave a bark of a mocking laugh. " Of course not. I look nothing like that moron." He told me, his eyes faintly showing amusement. I let out the breath I was holding. Good.. Now I know that America's eyes can't truthfully look that way. " But why do you look like America, aru?" China spoke up, frowning. Allen threw his hands in the air with anger. " I don't know! It irritates me to no end to have to where these stupid glasses and that I look so.. so... Argh!" He clutched his head in annoyance. He didn't even know? How odd...

" Where are you from?" I turned my head to look at the speaker, who whispered. It was Cana- something. He held a stuff polar bear, or at least I thought it was stuff until it tilted its head and blinked, and generally looked unnoticable. Allen turned his sharp gaze to the small person( country?) and frowned. " Where am I from? I'm from the Other World. One of you must know what it is." He glared at me with an accusing look. I cleared my throat and remenbered what I had read a few hours ago.

" The Other World is a world parallel to our own.. Same place, same people. But slightly... different." I attempted to explain. Honestly, everything I found on the Other World was horribly undescriptive. I glanced at Allen to continue, which he did, thankfully. " Yeah.. My worlds pretty different. As you can tell, I'm the Other America, or in proper terms, 2P America." He said casually. 2P? What in the world did 2P means? Allen semed to sense everyones looks of confusion and explained thoroughly. " 2P is the term to describe us. 2P's are oppisites. Some of us look alot alike, some of us look nothing similar to you originals.. Our personalities are different too. But if your America is in my world.. He's in trouble. Where I disappeared from was where I was supposed to meet up with 2P Canada, or James. James hates this world with a passion." He explained, shrugging. Oh dear... America's not going to be too happy when he realizes I set this catastrophy on him.

Back In The Other World

I have fully accepted that I was going to die at the hands of Canada's imposter. And that my last words to my best 'friend' made him so angry. I took a careful step away, wary of the hockey stick as the fake Canada spoke again. " Where's Allen? Where's my brother you stupid hero obsessed idiot?!" He growled, makeing me freeze. This wasn't happening. Those words coming from anyone else, I wouldve shrugged off. But coming from someone who looked and sounded like my dear brother, it hurt. Alot.

I trembled, all of my resolve gone from that one statement. Once more, I let the thought of dying cross my mind and I gave mental good byes to all the other countries. I gave one last glance at the red eyes of the fake Canada and looked down. The hero has been slain... Right? " Oh, calm down you pitiful hero." The voice of my brother snorted in amusement. I snapped my head up and blinked. The polar bear looked calmer and the imposter looked at ease. " Sorry for scaring you. My names James. I'm 2P Canada." He explained to me, with a small amount of acually meaning his apology. Because of this, I ignores his comment on 2P and nodded. " It's fine... Where am I?"

James sighed and ran a hand through his hair. " You need to be patched up. Your heads been scraped pretty bad, so you need some medical attention." He said carefully. I frowned. " Medical attention? In THIS destroyed, effed up version of my crown city?" I said, giving him a disbelieving look. James groaned. " I forget you have next to no brain cells. Yes, there is a place to get patched up here. My brother's pal Oliver can help you.. If he's not busy freaking out about Allen's disappearence." I couldn't hear the whispered last part of his statement, but I shrugged. Oliver can help me... Right?

Melac: self security will be your downfall America. Its almost never true.. In the most part.

Aneres: We did an extra long chapter! Yay!

Melac: see you next time, I guess. Please, leave a review.