Hey guys! Vickironica here! Well, I'm going on vacation tomorrow so I thought I'd update tonight. This is the second to last chapter, and I think I'm almost done writing the last chapter, so depending on how many comments and how much I procrastinate, it might come up a lot quicker.

Uhh, sorry for not updating a whole bunch, I've been kinda busy, ya know, with stuff... Like reading other fanfiction instead of writing. And... Joining new fandoms... (I need help.)

Well I really don't have anything to say, so I'll let you guys read. Nobody reads this anyways. Please comment or favorite or something, it's really appreciated. Till next chapter guys.


"I'm not sure what to think of what you just said, but you obviously know who Oliver is. I didn't think we'd find anyone so quickly." Arthur said.

"We didn't either." The can't-remember-his-name look-a- like said.

Oliver was quite happy, but yet, he felt something wrong. "Great! Didn't the others want you to call them when we found someone?"

"Oh yeah, you're right!" Arthur took his phone out of his pocket and called all the countries.

. . . . .

"Zhat vas quick! You found his family in less zhan 2 hours! Zhat's almost impossible!" Germany exclaimed, obviously surprised. "Oh yeah, bruder is busy right now, so he can't come."

"Yeah, I know right? Iggy's always been good at losing things, but I never knew he was good at finding things too!" America yelled.

"Let's get started! I still have stuff to do, aru!" China was impatient and hungry.

"Okay. First off, I'm Allen. Or, I'm better known as America." The America look-a-like said.

Alfred tried to say something, paused, then said, "But that's impossible! I'm America!"

"Actually, we're from a different world altogether. By the way, I'm Matt. Or, Canada I guess." That was the guy who England forgot.

"What's a Canadia?" Alfred whispered…. Very loudly. Matt glared at him.

"I'm Francois, or France." And that was all he said for a while. Francis was silently judging everything he did, including his clothes, but stayed silent, not knowing where to start, or how to end.

"Wait a minute, does that mean that Oliver is… England?!" Arthur was shocked.

"Yup." Allen replied.

"I- I'll go make some snacks." Oliver couldn't think straight, and needed a moment to think.

He got up and found the kitchen. It was only next door so it wasn't too hard to find. After a minute of looking at pots and finding things to cook with, Allen appeared.

"Yo Ollie!"

Oliver turned to face the noise. "Oh, Allen. Did you need something?"

"I can't believe the other me is so stupid. What a loser. You're gonna poison him, right? Along with the rest of them too, of course." Allen kept talking, it didn't really work.

Oliver didn't listen past the poison part. He had started to remember something. "Loser. Freak! Go die already! Nobody wants you here." He heard faint voices of people yelling at him. While remembering, pain started to come back in most places, like he was remembering that too.

"Well, I'll leave you to make some of your "special" cupcakes then." Allen left the room, not knowing that Oliver didn't hear.

Oliver remembered mostly everything now. Making some quick decisions, he ran up to his temporary room and grabbed the knife and poison from earlier. He had hidden them at the bottom of a drawer so none of the others knew about about it.

. . . . .

About half an hour later, Oliver called out, "Cupcakes are ready!" to everyone waiting for him.

"Finally! I'm starving!" Allen ran over and grabbed one on top.

"Wait, Allen! That one's not for you!" Oliver tried to stop him before he took a bite.

Allen smirked, knowing what had happened. "Well, then I'll give it to Italy instead." Oliver nodded in approval. Allen walked over and gave Feliciano the cupcake, to which he was wondering why Oliver didn't wanted Allen to eat it. Was something wrong with it…?

"I'll hand them out, okay?" Oliver gave a cupcake to everyone.

Everyone was a little hesitant at first, except for the look-a-likes. Knowing their England's cooking, everyone wasn't sure what to expect. He's still British…

"Zhis cupcake is vonderful!" Germany took a small bite, then praised it.

Italy took a small bite as well. "It's delicious, vee~!" Even Italy liked it. And Italy pretty picky.

"The heroes number one favorite sweet! Hahahaha!" Alfred was loud.

China and Russia also liked the cupcakes, and thanked Oliver for them.

"Well, you a better cook than I am, that's for sure." Arthur sighed in defeat, but still ate it. He knew he was a terrible cook, but somehow, Oliver wasn't…

Matt and Francois were silently snickering, but nobody noticed till Allen started laughing really loudly. He still America, so.

"You guys are all a bunch of losers! You couldn't even tell that those cupcakes were poisoned?!" Allen yelled at them.

"Vait, vhat?!" Germany stood up in surprise and worry. All of the nations here had eaten them. It would also explain why Oliver didn't want Allen to have Italy's.

"Oliver would never do tha-" Feli stopped mid sentence and fainted, with arms and head laying on the table still.