Thank you so much those of you who reviewed, and those of you who faved and followed. I wasn't sure about this fic at first but now I have high hopes for it. And I will most likely be updating this story very often, depending on how motivated I am. And right now I amd on a roll! And sorry again if America is totally out of character.

They were halfway to Italy's house when America Couldn't hold it in anymore, he was scared to get on either of their bad sides but he wanted answers. "What is going on!"

Luciano glared back at him but Italy put a hand on his shoulder calming him down. "You don't need to know that," Italy said calmly, "All you need to know is that Al is going to play America for a while and you are going to stay quiet and stay away from people for a while."

"Who is Al, why does he look like me? And while we're at it why does this person look like you?"

Luciano took a deep breath, seriously annoyed with the rambling American. "He's your 2p, your opposite if you will." Italy said. "And this is my 2p."

"Why are th-" America saw Luciano take a knife out of his sleeve and immediately shut up. He wasn't sure who he was more afraid of, Luciano got angry easily but when Italy got angry it's scary.

"Now Luci, was that really necessary?" Italy asked calmly.

"He's giving me a headache." Luciano complained.

"And you think he's not giving me one." Again, completely calm.

"I can't wait to finally get rid of him."

America almost cried at this, assuming the worst, "W-What?"

Italy chuckled, "Don't worry, we won't kill you. In fact, you might call it pampering. As long as you're good of course."

America still wasn't convinced, but at the same time he wasn't stupid enough to speak up again.(weird right?) So the rest of the ride was silent.

When they got to Italy's house and went inside Luciano asked for the aspirin and Italy brought America to the basement. After locking the door behind him, he took off America's handcuffs, but still didn't release his arm. Italy walked him over to one of the rooms and opened the door.

"You've got a roommate, England." Behind the door was England lying on a bed looking up. He looked at the door curiously.

His expression immediately became furious, "America!" He said standing up. Italy let go of America and leaned against the door frame to enjoy the show.

England was yelling at America, "How the hell did they get you! And why the hell did you let them get you!" England stared at him for a second, then moved his eyes to America's arm. He grabbed America's arm to get a better look. America winced as he pull his sleeve up. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! You let them summon another 2p!?"

By now Italy was laughing hard and both nations looked at him. Italy gain control of his laughter, "Go on," he giggled.

England pointed at the door, "You said anything I want."

Italy held his hands up, "Fine, fine. Have fun." He said closing the door as he left.

The two nations stood there and stared for a while, then America broke the ice.

"What is going on?" He asked shakily.

England sighed and sat on the bed, motioning for America to sit next to him.

"To put it simply, Italy has turned dark and he is summoning evil nations to pick off all of us one by one."

America took a moment to soak it in, "So... then why am I one of the first?"

"Probably because you were a threat, they want to pick off all of the big bad countries before they are discovered. And judging by the way you are acting, I'm guessing they broke you."

America laughed somewhat, "I guess so... When did Italy turn?"

"I don't know, but he's definitely not the Italy we knew."

America paused and stared at his shaking hands, "I-I think I'm scared of him."

England rubbed his back compassionately, "Calm down, here you're safe as long as you behave. Or so they say."

"What are you talking about?"

"As long as you don't cause trouble and do what they say, they will get us whatever we want." England explained.

He furrowed his brows, "What do we have to do?"

"Well they haven't asked me to do anything so far, though I'm assuming that they suppressed your strength with a drug?" America nodded. "Then you will likely have to take that same drug regularly."

"Why?" He pouted.

"Because they are afraid of you." America looked confused by this, "You are one of the most powerful nations and they want you out of the picture." They sat in silence for another minute, then England asked the one question burning in his mind.

"So, no one has caught on them yet huh?" America shook his head. "This is really bad..."

Italy walked into his living room where Luciano was waiting for him. "Next, now that he's out of the way, Operation: Frustrate." Both Italys grinned evilly.

"But aren't there other strong countries in your world?" Luciano asked concerned.

"I could think of a few, but they would not crack as easily as America did."

"Like who?"

"Russia, Germany, and some of the Nordics."

Luciano laughed somewhat, "I think Germany would crack easier than America if he saw your face." He began to giggle as he imagined the scene.

Italy giggled too, "That's probably true... But I want to watch him suffer as our plan goes down. I want to see his face when he is surrounded by all of us."

They discussed their plan and a multitude of other things(Don't go thinking they were talking about the weather, no, it was darker than that.) until midnight, when they left the house to... well I'll just tell you now.

"Where's the bathroom?" America yelled.(That had nothing to do with the story by the way.)

The Italys drove first to south Italy, they drove through the country for a while before Luciano spotted something. "Here," He said.

Italy pulled off of the road and put the car in park. He looked over the family farm that he had stopped at. They went into the house and located the bedrooms. The whole family looked so peaceful... so peaceful covered in blood. Italy and Luciano wiped their knives clean and walked back to the car.

Next they drove to Spain and did the same thing. And the same at France, Germany, Poland, and Austria. They smiled evilly the whole way home, Luciano was covered in blood, but Italy was much more careful and only got a few drops on his shirt.

Italy looked at Luciano, then at his seat, "You're cleaning the blood out of my car,"

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm going out with Germany in a couple days, I still have to act like me remember?"

"Right, well how the hell am I supposed to get out blood stains?"

"I suggest that you clean it before it dries."

"Fine," Italy pulled up to his house and got out of the car, he walked in the house and proceeded to change his shirt.

Luciano took a quick shower and started cleaning Italy's car. Luciano was lucky that Italy's seats were red, so he needed to do very little to clean the blood.

The next morning, at 10 o'clock, Italy made breakfast for America and England and brought it down to them. Along with America's breakfast was a glass of water and a pill. He opened the door and saw England curled up in a ball on the floor with the blankets tight around him. Since he was lying right next to the bed, it looked like he had fallen out at one point. America was spread out on the bed, taking up the entire space.

Italy rolled his eyes, "Get up!" The two stirred and realized that Italy was standing above them, they both tensed up and waited for Italy to speak. "It's 10 already, what are you two still doing asleep?" He said setting the food down on the desk.

"It's not like we have an alarm clock down here," England said coldly.

Italy rolled his eyes again, "I guess I'll get you one," Then he handed the glass of water and pill to America, "Take it,"

America looked at the pill, "What is it?"

"Just take it before I let Luciano down here," Italy threatened, "He's been dying to get his hands on you." Italy smirked.

America shuddered and continued to look at the pill, he looked back at Italy then took the pill. When Italy made sure that the pill wasn't still in his mouth he finally left.

"What was that all about?" America asked.

"I'm guessing that it was the drug to suppress your strength." England said, poking at the breakfasts made for them. It was two plates of pancakes and two small cups of syrup.

America immediately perked up, "Ooooo, food!"