We're SO~ close to finishing this; only the epilogue left. Remember how I said in the last chapter that there would be something in this one that some of you might find shocking? Well, what's shocking is...the turn around! A complete reveal of the truth! And a change of interpretations. Ready to see what my interpretations of the second players are like?

Disclaimer: This story (albeit not this chapter) is inspired by a quiz made by Kairi Higurashi; 2P! Hetalia The Haunted Asylum. Good quiz. I own nothing except Flying Blueberry Bunny.


As soon as we got back to Oliver's room I saw him do something strange. He waved a wand that had a large star on top, and I could have sworn that I felt something shift within the building itself.

"There," he proclaimed proudly after he did whatever it was. "All back to normal~. Now to call Luci and let him know about all this."

The Brit then went to a phone, baby blue in color, that sat on a nearby table. I looked around the room for Berry and found him talking to the other flying bunny, the one Oliver had called Flying Chocolate bunny.

"Really? That's how things really are in this place? How come I didn't notice it," Berry asked in surprise.

"It's because Oliver's magic is really strong," the brown bunny replied. "The illusions he makes look and feel so real that even we fae have trouble telling the difference."

Before I could ask what he meant, Oliver came over looking both pleased and worried. Since he had been talking to Luciano I could understand why he looked worried. But why was he looking so pleased?

"Okay poppet. Ready to go?"

"Go? Go where," I tilted my head in confusion.

"To the meeting. You haven't been properly introduced to everyone yet. And since you are living here now, you really should get acquainted with the others," he nodded with a pensive smile.

I didn't know how to respond, so I merely nodded and took his hand. Oliver led me out his door and into a hallway; a perfectly normal, clean hallway like you would see in any apartment building. In fact, the whole place now looked like an apartment complex. The different doors didn't have number plates though, they had plates featuring the flags of various countries. For instance, Oliver's door had a plaque with the British flag on it.

Thoroughly mystified by now, I meekly followed the man I had chosen to live with down to the first floor and into a room I hadn't been in before. It was obviously a conference room, and the other men I had encountered were already there. Luciano was currently berating Lutz for lying to him, when he noticed us enter.

"Ciao bella," he greeted me with a smile. "Come; take a seat and we'll begin."

I was nervous as I sat down next to Oliver, but he patted my hand for comfort. After that were brief introductions in which I learned that the Chinese man was named Zhao, the Japanese man was named Kuro, and that the Russian man was named Viktor. There was a moment of silence before the Italian began speaking again.

"You surprised me _. No one chooses to stay here. I would have thought for certain that you would have been gotten rid of like all the rest."

"Um...what happens to everyone that comes here," I asked in trepidation.

"Well...some of them die but only if they're a threat," at this Matt, Allen and Zhao nodded. "But if they're not a threat," Luciano continued, "we just usually give them a good scare before having cupcake boy modify their memories and toss them in a magic portal to some other city."

Oliver pouted at being called "cupcake boy", but didn't argue. I thought about this and came to the conclusion that these men were simply protecting their home, they didn't kill unless it was necessary. But a few things still bothered me.

"Would you guys have actually...you know...done anything to me," I asked hesitantly, unable to bring myself to say all of it.

They all looked at each other before Francois answered.

"Non. We wouldn't have really hurt you. I certainly wouldn't have raped you. Rape is so unartistic," he stated while waving a hand lazily. "I prefer a willing partner."

"Papa's right. We're a bit violent but we're not bad people," Matt added. "I only hurt people who deserve it. Like poachers and illegal loggers."

"I wouldn't hurt one of my hentai models," Kuro said. "And I know Zhao wouldn't have hurt you either despite his comment about cute things."

"W-what?! What do you mean aru," the Chinese man sputtered.

"You are such a tsundere Oniisan. Just admit that you like cute things."

"I-I-I I do not like cute things aru! Cute things are s-stupid!"

"Oh," Kuro smirked. "Then what did you do with that Hello Kitty plush that I gave you last year?"

"I-I...I threw it away! Y-yeah. Cute is for the weak aru!"

But from the way Zhao was blushing, I got the feeling that he wasn't telling the truth. I didn't know what a tsundere was, but right then I had other things I needed to find out.

"But what about the international syndicate that bought the asylum to begin with," I asked breaking into the brotherly argument. "What happened to them?"

"Ha," Allen laughed loudly." Dollface, WE are the international syndicate. We bought this place to get away from all the people who persecute us. It's kind of hard to live your life when folks are constantly calling you evil, you know?"

I nodded mutely. I understood all too well what it was like to live with constant persecution. That was why I had chosen to stay after all. To always be thought of as evil though...what could they have possibly done to warrant that? The look on my face must have revealed the unspoken question.

"It's because we're different poppet," Oliver answered sadly. "We're the counterparts of...certain people. Because we're different from them, everyone naturally assumes that we're dark and evil. But it's not true."

I also understood what it was like to be different. That was why I was bullied in the first place. These people, hounded it seemed for their differences from others, had created a sanctuary for themselves so they could live in peace. And they were allowing me to stay with them. I was at a loss for words, that's how happy I was.

Luciano stood up from his place at the head of the table, and got everyone's attention.

"So now that we have a new resident, let's all celebrate by getting shit faced," the Italian proclaimed.

"Hell YEAH," Allen and Matt yelled joyously as they bumped fists.

"Drinking time! Woo! Let's go," Lutz shouted as he jumped up from his seat.

A large quantity of beer was brought out and the party began. I declined to drink, which was a good thing, so I ended up seeing something even more horrifying than anything I had witnessed yet; drunken behavior. Though not all of them were simply drunk. Oliver, who had been eating his diabetes inducing cupcakes during the party, was now on a sugar high in addition to being drunk. I hadn't been aware that that was possible.

But apparently it was because the Brit was running around like a hyperactive five year old yelling, "BEEER~ AND SUUUGAAAR~!" at the top of his lungs. All he had on was his boxers, and his bow tie was on his head. 'I'm not sure I wanted to know that Oliver's underwear is bright blue with pink cupcakes printed on them,' I thought uneasily.

Zhao, poor guy, had something slipped into his drink by Kuro. I think it might have been LSD or some other hallucinogen, because he started raving about things he was seeing; faces on walls and a "Shadow Man". At one point he was merely staring into the air and holding his head while babbling nonsense.

"I'M FREAKING OUT! IS THAT A SUMO?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

I backed slowly away from the Chinese man. There wasn't really anything I could do to help him anyway, right? That's when I noticed Allen and Matt. They had consumed enough beer to the point where they had gotten to the "affection stage" of things.

"I love you bro," Allen stated as he hugged his brother.

"Nah. I love YOU bro," Matt replied as he hugged him back.

"No. I love YOU, ya fucking hockey puck," Allen said as he playfully punched the Canadian on the shoulder.

"No. I love YOU, you damn veg head," Matt said as he returned the American's playful punch.

"Moose humper," slightly harder punch.

"Inbred hick," slightly harder punch.

"Tree hugger."

"Bible thumping gun nut."

"Oh that's it," Allen grinned widely as he took a swing at Matt's head.

The punch landed squarely on the blond's jaw, sending him reeling and making him drop his beer. Matt stared at his spilled drink wordlessly for a moment before turning to his brother.

"Asshat. You owe me a beer," he grinned as he punched Allen.

Then the two started a drunken fist fight. They were both laughing like loons, so I didn't know what to think. But I wasn't about to get anywhere near them until they were sober again. I looked around carefully before I moved; I didn't want to risk bumping into anyone when they were hammered.

Viktor was over in a corner, passed out or asleep. I couldn't tell which. I could hear some of the others talking and laughing, but I wasn't sure what they were saying. Then I spotted Francois in a corner by himself. He had a sketchbook out, which he was busy drawing in. Since the Frenchman seemed sober enough, I went to sit by him.

"So, um, what are you drawing," I asked hesitantly.

"These idiots," he mumbled without looking at me. "Their drunken antics are actually rather artistic."

"Oh."

The was a minute of silence as he drew the others. After a while he glanced over at me.

"You are staying with Oliver, oui?"

I nodded without taking my eyes off the rest of the men.

"Well, when he passes out you can help me get him back to his apartment."

I nodded again, and the two of us began to wait. It must have been a couple of hours later, I wasn't wearing a watch and I didn't see a clock, when the Brit finally collapsed. Then Francois and I made our way over to him. The Frenchman actually dragged Oliver, while I only carried his cast off clothing. It took a while, but we eventually made it back. After making sure his friend was safely tucked in for the night, and bidding me a good night as well, Francois took his leave.

I laid down on the couch, I wasn't about to sleep in the same bed as a mostly naked drunken man, and settled in. Looking about me, I realized that there would be a lot to get used to in my new home. But everything would be alright. Because I now had everything I had always wanted.


Well! Wasn't that...interesting. Not what you were expecting, hm~? There's a game reference in here, believe it or not. Cupcakes to those that can figure it out. Bonus points to those that figure out where Zhao's LSD induced line came from.

All that's left is the epilogue. Then the journey from darkness into light will truly be over. Please review~.