Prussia had just released the second prisoner when he heard shouting from above.
"Oh no." Wales whispered.
Prussia turned to him. "What the hell is going on?"
Wales shook his head. "They're insane, all of them! And now they're here."
Prussia glanced at the other America. "What are these people?"
But Wales just shook his head, eyes wide and skin pale. "They're here and there's nothing we can do."
"Yes there is." A familiar voice spoke from the base of the staircase.
The four of them jumped, turning to face the figure that stepped down the staircase.
"England!?"
England looked worse for wear. He wasn't physically beaten like America or the other UK members had been but he did look tired and shaky. He was covered in sweat and looked like he might vomit at any moment. He moved to the sigil on the floor, examining it carefully. Then he nodded, looking grim.
"Will someone tell me what in the hell is going on!?" Prussia questioned loudly, losing his patience.
England moved quickly, taking supplies and altering the lines of the sigil. "We're dealing with doppelgangers of the strongest nations in the world. They have all our strengths, know all our weaknesses and insecurities, and are insane ruthless monsters."
Prussia frowned. That didn't sound good at all. "What do they want?"
"To join this world with theirs and to fuse with their counterparts here."
Prussia shook his head. It sounded ludicrous, until a realization came to him. "What about West?"
"Yes, Germany too. America, France, all the former Allies and Axis members..." England gave a resigned sigh. "Even me." He pointed to the fake America. "Tie him up and move him into the center of the sigil. You should be able to touch it now."
Prussia did just that. Taking the chains from the others and binding the fake's arms and legs.
"What are you doing?" Northern Ireland rasped.
England continued his work. "Altering the sigil. It was designed to summon them here when a nation stepped on it but with a few alterations we can use it to send them somewhere else."
Wales gasped, not daring to hope. "You mean... back to their own world?"
England shook his head. "No, they would still be able to reach us from there. I'm going to send them somewhere else, another world, somewhere where they won't have the strength of nations or power to come back."
Prussia began dragging the unconscious fake over to the sigil. Bastard was heavier then he looked.
"How long will it take?"
England smirked. "Not long, those tossers did all the work for me, setting these things up. All I need so is make the necessary adjustments..." For several agonizing seconds England made marks on the scribbles on the floor. All Prussia could think about was his brother. When England finished, he turned to the others. "Step back. Once I've finished the sigil, it should activate automatically with the other America inside. It should only activate when one of them is inside… When that happens everything inside the sigil will be sent to that other world... if I've done this correctly."
Prussia moved out of the circle, the others also take steps back as England finished the last line of the sigil, taking a step back just as the other America's body was enveloped in light and vanished.
England let out a relieved sigh, though he looked more exhausted than ever. "It worked." He let out a follow laugh. "It serves them right for underestimating me." His gaze then flicked up to the ceiling. "The hard part will be luring them down here to send them to the other world."
Prussia just shook his head. All this talk about other worlds was just flying over his head. "I'll figure something out." He ran for the stairs.
"Where are you going?" England shouted after him.
"To find my brother." He hissed, bolting up the wooden stairs two at a time.
Running from room to room, he searched for any sign of his brother. He didn't have time to come up with a plan but this wouldn't be the first time he'd had to improvise.
Like most nations, England's home was rather large so Prussia needed to hurry. The kitchen, living room, dining hall- he stopped when he heard a crash. He needed some kind of weapon or a distraction or-
His eyes wandered to the banquet table full of food. He smirked as an idea came to mind.
It was too much fun to pass up.
Grabbing the light tablecloth Prussia wrapped up all the food on the table, dragging it with him. He could hear it clanking and sloshing together in the bundle as he moved down the hall.
As he approached the room where the sound had come from he could hear the conversation unfold.
"Refuse if you wish, it will not change the outcome."
Great that freak Russia was here.
"Is that how all of you feel?"
England's voice, must be the fake.
"Well then, the hard way it is."
"Enough of this nonsense!" Germany's voice ushered Prussia to move faster. "If it's a fight you people want it's a fight you will have!"
Prussia burst into the room, spotting the fakes. "SURPRISE LOSERS!"
With all his strength he threw all the food in his arms and enjoyed the sight of it splattering all over the floor and the fakes. Cupcakes, pasta noodles and sauces, mashed potatoes and gravy, all the food splattered beautifully along with the dishes that shattered on the floor. One of the fakes charged at him- Japan with a sword- Prussia threw the soiled table cloth in his face then turned to the others.
"FOLLOW ME. NO QUESTIONS. NOW!"
He ran out of the room and looked back only to check that the other were, in fact, following him. It took seconds to reach the basement door ushering them all down. France was lagging behind with Canada and a wounded America. "What's going-"
"Just go!" He snapped.
Thankfully, they listened. Going down the stairs at an almost painfully slow pace. Prussia caught sight of the fakes coming, fast. Before he had a chance to get down the stairs himself something hit him. He gasped in pain and nearly fell down the steps. A throwing knife was now lodged in his hip. He slammed the door to the basement shut and ran down the stairs, cursing the whole way down. He tripped on the last stair, landing hard on the floor.
"Scheiße!"
"Pr-Prussia!?" Someone ran back grabbing his arm. "Are you okay!?" Italy's helped him stand, eyes transfixed on blood.
The door upstairs busted open.
He heard a laugh, a chill ran down his spine, it sounded just like Germany. "They've practically gift wrapped themselves for us."
Prussia pushed Italy forward, moving just behind him. They needed to move for the sigil. They needed to get to the other side before the fakes caught up. The two stumbled forward with the fakes on their heels. The others were already passed the mark.
They were almost at the end of the sigil when-
Energy shot through his legs.
Prussia realized what was happening instantly-
The last thing Prussia saw before he and Italy were completely enveloped was Germany, his eyes wide in concern and fear, calling out to them as someone held him back-
"ITALY! PRUSSIA!"
Light.
