YAY! New chapter time! Okay, I forgot to mention this in the author's note last chapter but I have had a suggestion for alternate endings. To be honest I was actually thinking about that for a while so I was wondering how many people would be interested if I made some alternate endings. At the moment, I only have enough I deas for 3 endings: USUK, 2PUS1PUK and one where they share England (yeah... it may sound a little weird but I personally love the idea for that one) But if anyone has another ending they would like to see then tell me and I'll think about it. Also, somebody suggested that I make a 2PUK1PUS Version of this. I don't really know as I have loads of stories to finish as it is but if I get enough ideas I may think about it. However, I stll have the sequal to another story which I haven't updated for just under a year so...Yeah... -.- But if that's what you guys want then I'll see what I can do I guess. No promises though! I guess I could make a follow-on story with 2PUK1PUS tied in though as well as USUK and 2PUS1PUK but like I said, I can't defiantly promise it so it depends how many people actually want it as I want to finish my other stories and start some others too.
Anyway, now that's out of the way...ENJOY!
England sat down on the floor opposite the cell bars whilst Germany tucked into his salad, taking great care to tuck his flowing black robes under his body so they would not crease, something Germany found odd.
"Erm…I don't think they're going to crease so you shouldn't worry." He said, England just laughed.
"Haha! I guess you're right…But Alfie would not be very happy if even a tiny little fold was found in my robes." This angered Germany.
"Arthur, listen to me. You've been brain washed!" Arthur's eyes widened.
"Wait…how do you know my name? And what is all this about brain washing?"
"It's true! You were abducted by the 2P nations two months ago and tortured and brain washed until Alfie had complete control of you!" Germany was now on the brink of yelling at the Brit due to his frustration, but not towards Arthur. He was angry at the 2P nations who had tied shackles around their hostages mind and turned him into a doll. Some sick and twisted doll who's mind, thoughts, feelings and body were all attached to a bunch of strings and being pulled by Alfie while Germany himself had been thrown into a dungeon cell to rot like garbage.
Germany snapped out of his anger to see England looking at him, a terrified expression on his face. The German sighed.
This was not the usual England. He would normally argue back. No. Now he was a mix of Austria and Italy: very elegant but a total coward!
"It's okay, I've calmed down now…sorry." England smiled nervously.
"I forgive you." It was weird…England's heart was suddenly beating uncontrollably fast. It was like when he saw Alfie…But that couldn't be right. That was out of love whilst his heart was beating now because of fear. But why did they both feel so alike…?
Germany frowned as England furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought.
"Erm…Arthur?"
"…Yes?" Germany sighed.
"I just wanted to say thanks…for the food, I mean." The Brit smiled.
"That's okay. I don't know why but it felt right to do that…" The German understood what England meant.
He's questioning his loyalty to Alfie…This could be my chance!
"…Hey!"
The German looked up.
"Ja?"
"Um…How do you know my name anyway?" Germany smiled sadly.
"You could say that we knew each other once…" England nodded.
"I see…" For some strange reason, Arthur felt as if the prisoner was telling the truth. Suddenly it felt as if a jolt of electricity had flowed through him.
A flash of images clouded his vision. There was the German but then there was a guy with a pipe and a long coat being chased by a young woman with platinum blond hair, a feminine looking man with a panda surrounded with young people such as a girl with a flower in her hair and a boy with his hands full of fire works. A pair of twins with strange curls sticking out of the sides of their heads ate pasta whilst a man with brown hair and green eyes harvested tomatoes. A brunette chased an albino with a frying pan whilst a man with glasses played the piano. A boy and a little girl sat in a meadow with a picnic. A brown haired girl in a blue dress ran towards a vast ocean. A man with wavy long hair and blue eyes winked flirtatiously. A brown eyed man with short black hair sat at a park bench reading manga and then a young man could be seen talking to a polar bear. A group of young men and a teenage girl, all with messy ginger hair and emerald eyes under huge eyebrows, drank endless amounts of beer in a bar as a little boy in a sailor suit with just as bushy eyebrows ran around their feet.
Germany looked worryingly as England clutched his head.
"England? Hey! What's wrong? Answer me!"
But England couldn't hear him. Suddenly all of the images were of the same person.
A young man with sky blue eyes which sparkled behind his glasses and a mob of messy sandy blond hair. Laughing, crying, eating burgers, playing video games.
He looked just like Alfie but yet there was some sort of weird air around him.
One of happiness and joy, not strict and controlling like Alfie.
"I'll win the war and get you back. Hero's promise."
England froze as the images faded away. Why did he feel so sad when he heard that? So lonely…
"England!"
The said nation looked up at the German.
"England? Are you alright?"
"Hm…? Yeah… I'm fine." England laughed weakly as Germany let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness…If any thing had happened to you then Alfred-"
"Al…fred!?" England's eyes widened. "Wait. Tell me more about-"
"Your highness? Are you down here?" Both nations flinched at the sound of the dungeon door opening and a new voice shattering the silence. England stood and took off his clock, tossing it through the bars to Germany.
"Here, I don't know why but I feel like I have to give you this. Hide it in the shadows!" Hurriedly, the Brit picked up the plate and ran down the corridor towards the source of the sound of heavy, slow footsteps. Germany could hear him talking to the stranger.
"Your highness! Alfie wants you to return to the party at once!"
"I understand. I just wanted to cool down for a while and be alone. I will return at once."
"Gut. You should not be down here anyway. You know how much the king hates his kind and all of those considered worthy of his ranks to be amongst them."
"I apologize. I will not come down here again."
"Sehr gut! Now, as you were." Germany could hear England mumble a quick "good evening" befire the door opening and shutting with a series of creeks and bangs. The footsteps continued until a shadow appeared before the 1P German nation and the prison door began to unlock.
"I apologize for this in advance…" 2P Germany smiled sadly. "However, it is either you or me and Alfie's punishments for those who disobey his orders are a hundred times more painful than what you are about to face so…"
Germany closed his eyes and prepared himself for the impact of his latest beating. However, unlike the other sessions of torture, a small glimmer of hope welled up inside his emotions.
After all, even though it was just for a second, Ludwig noticed a small flash of emerald green in Arthur's clouded pink iris at the mention of Alfred…
"What…The…Fuck?" America mouthed as the silhouette of some sort of angel came out of the clouds.
Okay, it was defiantly not an angel.
The thing, which turned out to be a girl of some sorts, wore a turquoise sundress over her pale skin. Her white-blond hair was tied up in ringlets by white ribbons and dip-dyed turquoise. A pair of turquoise orbs made up her eyes and she snarled as she readied her snow white wings for combat.
America turned to Spain.
"…You need to get Seychelles over here now!"
The Spanish nation nodded and ran off in search of the 2P's double. Japan shuddered.
"Erm…Do you think she was always like that or…?"
"How the fuck am I meant to know?" Romano snapped back. "But I bet that 2P American bastard or one of his cronies has something to do with it!"
"What's wrong? Antonio told me that Lovino may have spotted my double!"
The boys turned as Spain ran over, leading Seychelles by the hand. Canada nodded grimly.
"Yep, does that look familiar to you? After all, you'll know your own reflection better than anyone."
He pointed at the winged 2P, Seychelles's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my gosh! How is that even possible?" Spain looked at her.
"We don't know. That's why we were asking you!"
An ear-splitting eagle like screech suddenly interrupted the panicked nations who turned towards the windscreen. Romano's eyes widened.
"Oh shit! It's gonna-!"
CRASH!
The occupants of the cock-pit grabbed hold of the walls or the chairs for balance as the plane rocked violently. Japan grabbed the microphone.
"Erm…Attention all passengers. Hold on to whatever you can!"
CRASH!
"America? Japan? This is Estonia speaking. Is everything okay?"
"Oi, American bastard! Ye plane's readings are cockin' up! What did ye do?"
America let out a sob of relief as he grabbed the communications device.
"Estonia, Scotland, we have a problem. The planes being attacked by the enemy."
A gasp could be heard from the other end, probably Estonia and Liechtenstein. Scotland, however, stayed silent.
"Right…Well Wales can't pick up any other planes on our radar. Ye sure it's not just your very crappy driving?"
"Haha very funny." America rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm being serious, Scott."
"I know, I was only messing with ye." The Scottish nation replied. "Northern Ireland's looked up the 2P's information from the national data base, don't ask how she's managed to hack in, and the only one we reckon can host an air attack without a plane is 2P Seychelles."
"Yeah, we all ready know that!" America yelled impatiently as the plane was hit once again. "How do we stop her?"
"…You're still flying over the ocean, right?"
"Well yeah, the castle is hidden in the middle of the ocean on a deserted island!"
"Right. Get Seychelles on the phone."
"Scotland I don't see how that's going to-"
"Fer fucks sake, lad. Just do it!" America handed the receiver to the female nation with a quick grunt of "it's for you." Seychelles took the receiver.
"Hello? This is Seychelles speaking."
"Look, I'm sorry that we don't have much time to catch up, lass, what with me not seeing ye since you claimed independence from me brother an all but we have a bit of a situation on our hands don't we?" Seychelles nodded, but then remembered that he couldn't see her,
"Yeah…"
"…Ye know what I'm going to say, don't you?"
"Pretty much." The girl sighed. "See you later uncle."
"Now now, less of the formalities. Ye can call me Scotland since yer no longer a colony. But aye. Good luck lass."
Seychelles put the receiver down, a grim look on her face. She turned to America.
"You need to open up the cabin's emergency exit when I say so and shut it as soon as I'm out."
All eyes widened.
"A-Are you fucking crazy?" Romano yelled. "That bitch will rip you to shreds!"
"Romano-san has a point, Seychelles-san," Japan chimed in. Seychelles sighed.
"Yes, I know it sounds crazy but you all have to believe me. If we don't act now then the plane is going to break down and we will all crash!"
America nodded.
"She's got a point." He turned to Seychelles.
"What do we have to do?"
"You ready, amigo?" Spain asked as he began to unlock the door. The female nation grinned.
"Never been readier!"
She, Spain and America were in the cabin whilst all of the other passengers had been crammed into the cock-pit so nobody would accidentally fall out whilst the plane door was open.
America smiled sadly at her from the other side of the door.
"Sey, if you don't wanna do this then I understand."
"No, America. It's fine." Seychelles's face suddenly turned serious. "This is for England's sake…"
"Seychelles…" America frowned. The plane began to rock again.
CRASH!
"Wait for it…" Seychelles murmured.
CRASH!
"Wait for it…"
CRASH!
"NOW!" The brunet girl yelled as Spain opened the door. She ran through the cabin and jumped out as the door slammed behind her.
Diving through the sky, she grabbed a hold of her 2P counter part, taking good care to wrap her arms around the blond's wings. She glanced down at the struggling 2P. It's eyes wide with panic.
"You can fly pretty well…but let's see just how good you are at swimming." And with that, Seychelles closed her eyes and awaited the ocean's embrace.
"You were told not to enter the underground chambers." Alfie said as he sipped his glass of red wine. England bowed his head.
"I'm sorry… I just wanted to get away from the noise for a bit…"
Alfie sighed.
"Very well. I will forgive you this time." He kissed Arthur gently on the cheek. "I may sound strict but these rules are for your own good. As long as you do not question your loyalty to me you will not be harmed." Arthur nodded.
"Yes, my king. I apologize for my behaviour and I will not question my loyalty towards you again."
He took Freddie's free hand and kissed it, causing the American to smile.
"Then you are forgiven. However, I think it would be safer for you to stay here on the balcony for the rest of the night. You may go on the outside balcony if you wish but do not go downstairs without my permission!" The Brit smiled.
"I understand." He blushed as the 2P nation took his hand and a pair of blood red eyes met his pinky-green ones.
"Very good. Well then, shall we?" He escorted Arthur to the small space which was left empty for dancing.
Classical music, played by a band of black robed, masked minions on a stage in the corner of the ground floor, filled the great hall as many 2P nations mingled and danced calmly. Glasses of wine and plates of vegetarian food were placed neatly on long, table-cloth topped tables on both the ground floor and the indoor balcony. It was completely the opposite to the chaotic parties the 1P nations had despite many of those said nations wishing that they could have a calm, classy party like the one England was attending.
The feeling of dancing with Alfie in such a fairytale-like situation was bliss to Arthur. But something didn't feel right.
For some strange reason he felt bored… As if a noisy, chaotic party would be more…eventful.
He was deep in his own thoughts when the floor began to shake.
CRASH!
"What the fuck?" Alfie muttered as he held Arthur steady.
CRASH!
CRASH!
England stumbled forward but luckily 2P America caught him.
"You okay?"
"Yes… I think…"
"Your highness!" A cloaked minion ran towards them. "Three planes have just crashed into the other side of the building! We belive that it may be the 1P nations."
"What?" Freddie narrowed his eyes. "Fetch me my bat, now!" The servent nodded and hurried off. The American walked to the edge of the balcony.
"Continue with what you were doing," he yelled to his fellow 2Ps. "Those crappy doubles are not worth our time! Let the guards handle it!" He turned to Arthur.
"Stay here. Do not let any of those rotton bits of scum get anywhere near you! Got it?"
The Brit nodded but Freddie was too busy grumbling out loud.
"…And to think that they even managed to defeat our Seychelles even after all of those biological experiments we performed on her…Stupid, fucking Alfred!"
"Alfred?!" Another jolt of pain hit England as he clutched his head. More images of that "other America" flashed before his eyes. Alfie grabbed the Brit's shoulders.
"My Queen!" England looked up at him weakly.
"I'm fine…" His lover narrowed his eyes.
"I'm gonna fucking kill Oliver if he's-"
"It's not Oliver!" England wrapped his arms around Alfie's waist and buried his head in the larger nation's chest."
"I'm fine, seriously. Just don't be long." Alfie smirked and nodded before gently pulling himself away from the Brit.
"Got it. Don't worry, these little cockroaches won't take long to squish!"
And then he walked away, leaving his Queen to wonder if he should be worrying about the safety of his King or for the well being of his "enemy."
"Kesesese, That was such an awesome landing!" Prussia declared, only to get hit in the face by Hungary's frying pan.
"You're forgetting that we were all almost killed!"
"Nations can't die you un-awesome wrench!"
"Yeah…But ex-nations probably can!"
"Will you two stop fecken' arguing for one minute?" Scotland yelled causing the arguing nations to stop immediately.
France looked sadly at the ocean from the edge of the cliff which the castle rested on. Spain placed a hand on his shoulder.
"She'll be fine. I'm in charge of the search group. When we find her you'll be the first to know."
France wiped a tear from his eyes and smiled gratefully at his friend.
"Merci."
"Okay guys, your attention please!" All eyes turned to America.
"You all know which groups you're all in, right?"
Everyone nodded, causing the hero to grin.
"Right, then you all know what that means, don't you?"
"Ve! Does that mean?" Italy's widened in hope.
"Yep, prepare to be reunited with Germany, little dude!" America smiled warmly at Italy's excitement.
"Okay, let's do this!"
The nations all went to their groups and filed into the building. America looked up at the building and sighed.
"England…Germany…Seychelles…Your sacrifices will not be in vain. We will find you guys and put an end to this madness! Just you wait!"
And with that, he entered the head quarters of the second player nations. And right into the hands of his twisted double.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand DONE! Phew, sorry if Scotland's accent's not that good...I can't do accents that well -.-
Anyway, what did you all think of OC2PSeychelles? Didn't expect that, huh?
Okay, here's her fact file.
2P Seychelles
She loves fish like her 1P counterpart. However, she sees fish as more of something to eat to survive than something to eat for pleasure. She was the guinea pig of many biological experiments which left her half bird half nation and she behaves like an animal with very deadly instincts. She loves the air but hates the water and cannot swim. However, her flying and speed are both very impressive.
Okay, next time: The war begins as search parties for England, Germany and Seychelles try to get to the endangered nations quickly and other nations fight off their other selves. A little help from the mafia comes Germany's way and England spots a familiar face but can America bring him back to his senses or will Alfie just take Arthur away again? And what happened to Sey?
Until next time...BYE!
