The funeral was nice, but the next day wasn't. All of what used to be Finland, Iceland, Denmark, Norway and Sweden got into a mysterious flood. The land was underwater, and all their people died. The ones that were native there, but left to another country died of a heart attack or disappeared. Quite sad, and it is all my fault. Now I have to tell them… It doesn't matter anymore, there are so many things I'm going to have to explain, from the worlds, to what happened, to the creation of worlds, to why exactly is the purpose of this.

The Italies are stronger than I thought. Never would I think it would be so much trouble to take them back to their world. Why did this have to happen? Why am I so cursed? I know they are going to blame me for so many things, but that's not what I'm worried of. Exactly. I don't want them to kill, but not for my sake, but for theirs. I was cursed with the same curse of Cain because of my vulgar and proud life I used to own, so now I'm tortured to do nothing more but to live in this madness. Now everywhere I walk in, shall be dead, anything I love shall be tortured, but worse, everything I attempt, shall be nothing more but an utter failure. Because I am a failure.

~1p~

Cheshire stepped into the world she called 1p. Her head was so low, only the shadow was on her face. Her cat tail hung low as her cat ears were practically invisible in her messy hair. She walked through the grass fairly aware that every step she took killed the grass that was under her feet. She hated herself so much, and most likely was that she was going to continue like that. She soon made it to the meeting building and opened the door of the large place. The golden doorknob turned into ashes once her touch let go of it. She was careful not to touch anything, not even letting her fingers glide through the walls; this would destroy the whole building.

She climbed up the stairs seeing that the wood rot as she stepped on it, even if it were through her shoes. A tear strolled down her cheek which burned the carpeting once it hit the ground. She knew she didn't belong here, she knew it was dangerous for others who were near her presence, but it was even more dangerous if she didn't tell them about how the real things went. She soon came to the door of the meeting room, what used to be filled with angry shouts were now nothing more than quietness filled in the hall.

Cheshire did nothing but touch the door, and it disappeared almost immediately into ashes. The nations, or at least the ones that were left stood and ready to attack. She pitied them so much.

~1p~

"Who are you?"

That was the one with the British accent, England, I think. I don't really know, it's so hard to keep track of things. I tried so hard to keep my tears back, not because I didn't want to look weak, but because I didn't want to burn the floor anymore.

"Cheshire. My name is Cheshire, and I am here to answer your questions."

"We have no questions, get out!"

"I beg to differ, I'm sure you're wondering right now how to defeat the Italies, I bet you're also questioning how they managed to kill Canada without even laying a hand on him, how they managed to train an army in a week, or maybe-"

"SHUT UP"

Now it was the American, I'm pretty sure of it.

"Just, stop it."

"I would, but if I do stop and leave now, most likely is that you'll all die."

The Spaniard stood up, and looked at me in the eye.

"If you truly know all the answers, tell us why Romano and Italy are acting like this."

I lifted my face, I was a bit surprised they haven't realized it.

"Because they are not from your world."

"What exactly do you mean?"

The ruff accent of the German filled my ears, and then I knew I ought to tell them the whole story.

~the story~

The universe started as on single, the very first chance. But, just like always, mistakes were made. Whoever started these opportunities wanted everything to be perfect, so it created an infinity of chances. They all failed miserably. The very first opportunity is the one I like to call 2p, that was the one that failed the most. Everyone went mad and crazy preventing anything to be done. Death was adored between them, and only one was against it, Belarus, I think, but she ended up killing herself. Russia lost after that.

The second chance, I call it 3p. They are nice, but are all too distant from each other, they are so caught up on music and dancing that they live in their own oblivion. The music was in every corner making it impossible for any quietness. Many live in their own world, but that isn't so bad.

The third chance was female 3p!. The one who created the universes tried again, but with different genders. The Product was the same, and with same results with female 2p!. Many universes were made, so many I can't even count, like I said, failure, failure, failure. It grew into exhaustion, and only enough energy for one more universe. This one came out perfect. Or nearly. This one had happiness and luck and humor. It was the only one with actual happiness.

There was sadness, but not as much as others. I stared at this world desiring to be in it, but I knew I would destroy it with a touch. I was only able to live in 2p, or female 2p, for the sadness and cruelness was the only one down to my level. The rest were too good. I decided to name the perfect universe 1p.

But, since it was the very last world, the gate wasn't so strong to keep many out, which is where I come in. I'm dead, I died many years ago, and since I lived a life of selfishness horribleness, I was bound to be the horrible creature I am. I soon found the tunnel that connected all of the worlds and stayed there. I learned from the worlds and vowed to protect this perfect one. But now, the cruel ones entered the private heaven, leaving me as just one more failure. The Italies aren't to be in this universe. They must leave, but I know they will only leave when forced, so that is exactly what we are to do.

~ A/N~

Hello, I'M NOT DEAD, I'm just lazy, well I got out of my veeeeeeeery long writer's block, and I pretty much got everything figured out, I hoped you like this chapter, please review, they motivate me. Well, Merry Christmas Eve

P.S. I've also been reading homestuck, and I LOVE IT!, I am now obsessed, so that's pretty much why I haven't written, because I'm reading. Trust me, it gets sooooooooooooooooooo much better after Act 2