Meanwhile, at the kitchen Alfred was staring horrified at the the burned cookies the Brit had in hand. Arthur stared the the cookies that had somehow not turned out quite as expected. He'd only left them in there a a few minutes past the time! Even after Alfred had help him remake the batter, it still didn't turn out right. The Brit took a cautious bite into it, before spitting it out moments later.
"I..um...must have put something in there." he mumbled, staring at it in dismay.

"You put a lot, alright..." Needless to say, kitchen looked like a tornado had passed through it; batter, butter, egg shells everywhere in sight.
"Ugh, I don't understand! What did I bloody do wrong?!" Arthur asked, ashamed of his uncapability to cook.
"Um..." Alfred wasn't sure what to respond.
"I did all what was written on the bloody paper and look at how it ended up!" he was raging at himself quite a lot.

"Dude, calm down!" Alfred said, loud enough to make Arthur flinch. He looked up at Alfred worriedly.
"I am going to start cleaning up this mess and you are going to help me." Arthur nodded, looking at the ground. Alfred watched him for a few minutes, before flicking his forehead. Arthur's hands flew up to black any further assault.
"Quit it yank." he said, before walking to the sink to grab a sponge. He was going to grab the soap when a huge crash just outside of the kitchen was heard, along with loud voices talking in particularly angry way.

Arthur actually dropped the sponge when he saw his counterpart walked through the door, cupcakes in his hand. His eyes looked unfocused and searching for something until he spotted his original.
"You!" he pointed his finger at him, trembling slightly in a drunken way.
"Me?" Arthur asked, staring at the 2p. Alfred looked at him as well, before noticing the cupcakes.
"Hey, those were banned!" Alfred said, grabbing them and holding them away from the counterpart. 2p Arthur gave him an death glare, before trying to grab the cupcakes back.
"Give them back to me poppet!" He yelled. His breathing smelled like alcohol and for once he was glad that the counterpart was the same height as the original Arthur. His eyes contained pure killing intent and honestly, he was feeling unsafe himself, although he wasn't the 2p's objective in the first place. He did what he felt he needed to do, he hit the back of his neck, making him collapse, unconscious.
"What the hell was that?!" Arthur asked eyed-wide from behind.
"He was wasted" Alfred stated, throwing the 2p on his shoulder. Arthur frowned, leaning over to smell the counterpart's breath. He pulled back immediately.

"But, how did he get wasted? I thought Mary and Feli hid all the alcohol." he said, as Alfred shrugged.
"Who knows? In the meantime, we should probably go and check on the other states." Alfred said, walking out to the living room with 2P Arthur still on his shoulder. Arthur followed him, freezing in his tracks as they looked upon the disaster there.

"Wh-What the hell?" Arthur managed to say, as he examined the destroyed room. The desk had fallen to one side, causing all of the plates to fall to the ground along with the food; the walls had been shoot at and they showed painful scars; there were a few knives stuck in the Christmas tree, some went throw the decorations; some chairs had been broken on what it seemed a fierce struggle; all in all, there were no words that could describe the chaos they were looking at.
"W-Well, I guess it was a good thing we didn't put the presents under the tree..." Alfred was still processing what he was seeing.
"That isn't bloody important! Where is everyone?!" Arthur asked as they heard groaning from the 2p Alfred was carrying. Alfred put him down carefully, before tying his hands behind him with tinsel. The 2p's eyes opened, and scanned the room before looking up at Arthur and Alfred.

"Well, it seems like they moved the festivities poppits." he said, mostly sober by now. Arthur gave him an annoyed look.
"What happened here, and where did everyone go?" he asked. The counterpart grinned at him, waggling his thick eyebrows.
"Well, it was all thanks to that white haired guy, Prussia I think. He got everyone to look for the hidden alcohol. Once it was found, they returned to the living room and started drinking. Things got a bit wild then. And of course, the redhead and our Italy came into the room, and they got very angry. The redhead started yelling at Prussia, and was about to hit him when this little boy got his hands on a gun. So he started shooting...so everyone else broke out their weapons too. The knives in the wall are from Italy, he missed hitting the boy because the redhead grabbed him. I don't know where they went." The counterpart concluded.

"Hm, that sounds like Prussia, alright... But wait... What did you say Feliciano did?" Alfred asked the counterpart, telling himself he misunderstood what he said.
"He said that the waving-flag wanker actually pulled out knives and started throwing them! Like that could ever happen!" Arthur laughed in disbelief. His 2p glared, yeah, actually glared at him, and the gesture was enough to shut Arthur up.
"But wait, you mentioned Prussia doing what?" Alfred questioned, pushing the subject aside.

"Prussia was riling up everyone, and even getting the most sane to have a drink." The 2P said, still glaring at Arthur.
"And in case you haven't noticed, that's 2P Italy." Arthur froze, turning to look back up the knives, then back at his counterpart. Alfred started laughing, shaking his head.
"There's no way that's true! He's way too nice, and he said ve!" 2P Arthur rolled his eyes in annoyance, holding back a laugh.
"Did it ever occur to you that it might be fake? Though it looked like your daughter knew, poppit." He said, shaking his head. "And my Alfie showed up in time to see everyone run off!"

"You mean the insane one, right?" Alfred had to clarify.
"Yeah, mate! How many times do I have to repeat that?" 2p Arthur struggled against his ropes to get free.
"So... Now, we have a bloody psychopath running around, isn't that what you are saying?!" Arthur still looked around, in hope of spoting one of the guests, preferably unharmed.
"Yes~" the counterpart chimed.
"That's really bad, dude! I was sure that he wasn't going to show up at all! He said that he had better things to do than to attack me!" Alfred protested, loudly denying the truth.

"Well...he changed his mind. He did go off to purchase a new bat for you though. Put the nails in himself and everything." Arthur and Alfred exchanged worried looks.
"We'd better go find the others. With your counterpart here and everyone drunk...it could turn into a bloody Christmas." Arthur remarked, sighing. Alfred nodded, before looking down at the still tied up 2P.
"We'll be back for you." he said, before he and Arthur walked off. Going upstairs, they started looking for the sober ones first. The first few rooms were empty. Another one revealed 2P Italy looking out the window. Alfred immediately jumped into faux karate stance, while Arthur rolled his eyes.

"What are you two doing here, idioti?" 2p Italy said to them still looking out the window.
"We are going to kick you out of the house, that's what!" Alfred yelled still imitating the ninjas he saw on the movies the day before.
Arthur kept silent as the 2p turned to face them, still smiling like his counterpart and his eyes closed.
"Oh, it's that so? Did I do anything wrong?" he asked curiously, "I haven't attacked you yet, have I?"
"Um, well no, but-" Alfred started, confused at his behaviour.
"Then don't worry about me, I keep my word, after all..." 2p Italy opened his eyes for first time in the evening.

Arthur blinked in mild surprise as he noticed the color of his eyes.
"So you really are a 2P..." he muttered, shaking his head. He nudged Alfred, giving him a glare.
"What? Ninjas know how fight, and they are awesome!" Alfred said, posing again. 2P Italy rolled his eyes once more.
"I really wish I hadn't given my word though. Anyway, 2P Alfred is on the lower levels." He said, fingering the knife hidden in his pocket.
"Has he fought anyone yet?" Alfred asked.

"I don't think so, was anyone down there? If they were then they are going to be dead really soon..." He stated casually, like an everyday event for him.

"Oh, no! 2p Iggy!" Alfred exclaimed in realization before trying to return down stairs. However, he has soon stopped by the 2p, who was holding a nailed bat on his hand.
"Take this, idiot... unless you still have your guns hidden over there" he pointed at Alfred's jacket.
America blinked and then refused to hold the bat, "Yeah, I still have them... How did you know that?"
"None of your business. You take it... unless you want to be killed, that is" 2p Italy dropped the weapon in Alfred's reluctant hand. Alfred tested it in his hand, still not ready to use it.

"Thanks I guess..." Alfred said, frowning as he stared at it. Arthur reached into Alfred's jacket, pulling out a handgun.
"I can't believe this is happening. Whatever happened to Merry Christmas?" Arthur said, making sure the gun was loaded. Alfred straightened up immediately.
"Feliciano, have you seen Mary?" He asked worriedly.

"We got... separated, you could say... Blame your guests, if you need to blame someone." he responded grabbing a couple of knives and testing how sharp they were.
"Um, okay." Alfred frowned even more, the comment did not ease his worries at all. Arthur muttered some curses under his breath before a huge crashed was heard from down stairs.

Alfred gave Arthur a look, before slipping out the room. Arthur and 2P Italy walked out after him, looking around as they followed. The American paused as he reached the stairs, but then proceeded down.
"That guy better not have touched any of my states." He said. Arthur opened his mouth, but stopped as a crash and a loud yell was heard.
"That sounded like Mary." Alfred said, running into the living room.