A/N: Welp...I guess it's time to get started with this again. It's almost done. I can do this!

Anyways...remember how this was originally a story about a demon-reaper hybrid girl and her reaper practically boyfriend, and not about a jerk-off tomboy who most people believed to be a boy? Well guess what! That's what this story's gonna be about again!

I hope...


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Why?

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Why is this so hard?

Oh? You thought this was one of the characters? Hehe. No. It's just me again. Little Ms Self Insert, herself. I must be REALLY conceited to have to constantly put myself in a fictional story and have everyone magically like me even though I'm the biggest bitch in the universe.

Haha. Just kidding.

I've taken over her job. I am the new God of this world.

Yes. Me. Luciano Vargas. 2P North Italy.

Why have I done this? It's quote simple. I know I won't be able to win with the self-insert girl writing the story. Her ending is planned out already with the heroes winning, as usual. So if she isn't the one writing anymore, if I'M the one in charge...I'll be able to control the ending. I will chose the fate of everyone.

And that fate...

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I WILL KILL THEM.

OVER!

AND OVER

AND OVER!

I will kill them as many times as I want. And no one will be there to stop me. Ms 'Jeenius', is too busy wallowing in self-pity and trying to get over her obsession with children's cartoons to try.

So without further ado. I present to you, the end of the world.


The idiot blonde reaper was devising a plan with the gay red one, the one who has a stick higher up his butt the 1P Germany, and the one who'll never be his girlfriend. Why they were taking plans from him was absolutely mind-boggling because he was arguable the stupidest reaper of them all. Still it was an absolutely horrible idea. Did he really think he could beat me that way?

Also, where were his little allies? They wee already executing their part of the plan and getting caught in my trap. Oh how naive they are. Did they really think they could win against the new God of this world? Italy Romano may be able to control the mafia...but so can I. They listen to me far better than the bastard of the South.

Still, I guess he's better than Flavio. My stupid fashion-loving brother is completely useless to me.

Idiot reaper finalized the stupid plan of blindly rushing at me with their gardening tools with an equally stupid smile on his face. Ha. He actually thought they could win.

Ugh.

The wild card girl showed up again. Malaysia. She wasn't something I was expecting. I'll still be able to kick her ass since she'll never be as strong as I am.

Of course, the demon girl will do whatever she can to protect Malaysia. An easy way to kill two birds with one stone. Of course, that will anger the reapers so I guess I'll have to kill them too. That will be easy enough.

After that demon-daddy will hear of the death of his poor sweet child, and come rushing over here. I'll have to kill him too.

Then that will leave the 1Ps and the rest of the school. Humans are easy enough to kill but the 1Ps. That will be much harder.

Without the 1Ps, us 2Ps would never exist. Neither a 1P or a 2P has ever been killed off so who knows what will happen when they are exterminated. That is the only flaw in my little plan.

I want to be God of the whole Universe, but can I be if I cease to exist when Feliciano does?

Whatever. I doubt that will happen. My greatness will be too powerful to get rid of.

So there we were. About to end it all. In front of me were those annoying bastard countries and the reapers. They were saying words to me that I really didn't care about. I mean, who would when you're the one controlling this story? Ahahahahahaha!

They died.

And died.

and died.

And I kept turning back the story to watch them die all over again!

It was just like watching them get killed in my mansion all over again! Sure that plan ended up as a failure, but it was fun while it lasted. And this time I wouldn't fail! I would finally win!

I.

Am.

GOD!

Ahaha!

Ahaha!

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The end


EXCUSE ME?! Who the FUCK do you think you are?!

I'm sorry? What what that~

You fucking heard me! You think you can chose what happens? You think you can be the author?

Well guess what, Lord Chucklefuck, EAT A FUCKING DICK!

You insolent BRAT! You think you can say that to me?!

Actually yes I can. I have something called the powers of an author. I can reset whatever the fuck I want.

See that over there? Yeah. That's another you. And now. They're a ballerina.

What does that have to do with anything?

You want to be God? LOL. You're more bullshit than Photoshop Flowey and Genocide!Sans put into one.

Oooh I like genocide~

Apparently you like sucking dick too. Look. That's you sucking off 2P Germany. Gross right? Well I made that happen so you better shut up and start listening to me. I made this story and holy fuck am I going to be the one ending it, nookwhiffer.

And what if I don't listen to you?

hehe...then you're gonna have a BAD TIME.


Sabrina looked down at her hands, before looking at her superiors and partners, completely confused. She didn't really remember much of what just happened but it must have been important.

It seemed the others were just as confused as she was. It was hard to wrap their heads around what had happened. Mostly, they wanted to know how it stopped.

For a moment they saw their Asian author friend wave to them before disappearing into the void called her bedroom to type this very sentence.

"Well...what do we do now?" Asked Ronald.

"Well we're gonna have to kill this bitch. Ugh." groaned another voice.

Unsurprisingly, Light had appeared once again. Something about her made Sabrina feel like the Asian girl knew more than anyone else did. Probably the fact that she's the personification of the bitchloid writing this crap.

The Grim reapers could have sworn that they started to hear a synthesized guitar shredding the fuck out of an intense song, while staring at Light. There was probably some weird name like Megalovania to go along with it or something but who really knows or cares.

"Now come on! This way!" Light said, walking off into no particular direction. Since this was Light they were putting their trust in, the grim reapers hesitated...yet followed suit anyways. She always seemed to know what she was doing even thought her dialogue and nonvocal narrations stated otherwise. That was good enough for them. Besides, she probably knew where the 1P countries were so how bad could it be?

Every bad. It was very fucking bad. Light had definitely not known where she was going. They were lost in a part of the school that wasn't recognizable. The worst part was they didn't know how to get back. Everything seemed to mesh into one in this part of the school.

Light thoughtfully looked around, annoying William greatly. This was a major waste of time that he could be using to kill some mofos and the idiot who looked a lot like he idiot typing words was casually checking the place out. Grell seemed extremely uninterested in what was going on around them. They were checking their nails out, through gloves no one knows how. Sabrina was irked but patient. After all, they still had a contract going on. Eric was using this as a good excuse to not have to do work, even though he knew the severity of the situation. If William asked he would say it was to conserve energy or something. Alan felt the same way as WIlliam but was calmer and more kind about his approach of expressing said emotions.

And...Ronald was being a whiny baby.

"Minasae, we don't have much time." Will spat through his teeth, his sanity was hanging by a thread.

Seeing as the stuffy reaper was going to blow a gasket sooner or later, Light grimaced almost apologetically.

"Just...let me try something first..." she said.

Cupping her hand over her mouth she yelled, "Pasta is overrated and Prussia sucks dong!"

Heavy footsteps were heard as the countries ran over to Light and the grim reapers. She flashed a bright smile towards the grumpy reaper, who still did not look very pleased. The others were just surprised that even worked.

The countries arrived with Italy as their quick footed leader. "WHO SAID THAT?!" yelled the usually cheerful Italian in a fit of pure blind rage.. "Who the FUCK SAID THAT?"

Everyone took a moment to lie on the ground and try not to cry. Some eventually began sobbing uncontrollably upon seeing the tiny adorable Italian become a terrifying being of pure energy. When they were done Italy looked like he usually did, with his eyes closed and a happy smile. They sighed in relief because almost all was well in the neighborhood.

"Well that was certainly one way to find them." Sabrina said, done with whatever frivolities the author made her do, dusting off her clothes.

"I will admit that was not one of my better ideas..." Light admitted, dusting herself off too.

"What did you want?" asked Germany.

"Well we kinda have to do something about the Italian asshole fucker. And you know...killing him's really the only option we have." Light replied.

The 1Ps didn't look comfortable with the plan at all. As much as Jeenius would hate to admit it...Luciano was right. Without the 1Ps the 2Ps can't exist and probably vice versa. Someone had to be the one to make the bad decisions while the other made the better. Or if both ways the decision was bad, one had to be the better outcome. Everyone always made the 2Ps out the be heartless bastards, which they are, but killing them wasn't the answer.

But in that case...what should the 1Ps and countries do? If fight wasn't the option...then the only other was...mercy.

"...Though that probably won't be successful it's worth a try." Sabrina finally said, upon hearing the plan.

"Now...if I were a murderer waiting to destroy a whole race where would I be..." Light mumbled.

Without any warning, the scenery changed to the hallway outside Music Room 3. No one questioned this at all knowing somewhere in the multiverse, Jeenius was helping them again. Also because hey knew Jeenius wanted to get this shit over with so she could move on to bigger and better things.

Well maybe not bigger. This already took way to long to write on its own.

"Of course it's around these idiots again." Sabrina grumbled.

Wondering why they were transported into an empty hallway somehow caused everyone to lose their basic observations skills for no particular reason, allowing the evil Italian to casually stroll towards them. He wore a shit eating smile, having full confidence he was going to win whatever battle he got himself into. Nothing could beat 2P Italy Veneziano. He had done it a million times already, so why not make it a million and one.

"Pathetic." the Italian scoffed at the confused group of heroes.

They jumped in surprise, cursing themselves about how they never noticed him before. The Italian's smile widened ever so slightly at this.

"Really I am truly disappointed, Feli. Was this really the best you 1Ps could find? Some gardeners with horrible eyesight and a girl who never knew she was a country and overplays her confidence levels so she can make everyone believe she's better than she actually is? You're really scraping the bottom of the barrel here." 2P Italy said, looking at the scenery as if it was more interesting.

Light visibly tensed, and started twitching. Only SHE was allowed to say shit about other people...and herself but that's a topic for another day. All the reapers were very displeased, and were seriously wondering why they were sparing this jerkoff.

"Luci do you really want to do this? I mean why can't we all just live in our on universes and leave it like that?" Italy asked.

Luciano rolled his eyes, giving a short laugh at his counterpart's suggestion.

"Because, Feli, I'm not a cowardly weakling like you are. I don't surrender the moment a fight begins and it's going to stay that way." Luciano replied.

"But...wouldn't killing us be bad? You can't live without us can you?" Italy asked.

Luciano paused for a moment, surprised Feliciano even knew about that. Wasn't Italy supposed to be a cowardly idiot? Or maybe there was more to him that meets the eye. Maybe that time in the mansion...

Luciano shook his head. Feliciano was just trying to get into his head and stop him. Feli must have done that in some other timeline and i wasn't going to work. Luciano Vargas was a being of pure power and rage. There was nothing this tiny twerp could do that would stop him. Nothing! This was the psychotic Italy who killed for fun and always tried to hurt his allies!

He summoned some of the mafia out of thin air, by this point reality had no meaning and nothing mattered anymore. "I already know Norway made killing them possible. Now get to it." the 2P barked out.

The mafia members blindly rushed at the group of not evil dudes with full intent of murder. For some reason none of them remembered they were carrying guns so...whatever.

Now since I'm actually one of the shittiest authors to come onto the planet I need you to imagine a really cool fight scene since I can't make one on my own. No I mean really, I can only write parodies and sarcastic shit so I'm not even going to try. Okay so really cool fight scene. And uh...well everyone who is against 2P Italy is doing god awfully because they're just not all that.

Thanks for this dudes. Much appreciated.

To say Sabrina was frustrated would be a serious understatement. She was supposed to be a supreme being from hell and was losing to a bunch of puny humans with their little cap guns going 'pap pap mothafuka'. In fact, half of the people fighting these mafia losers were supernatural death bringers. So how the flying fuck was this going horribly wrong? Minasae, looked like she was slowly giving up. Her effort was lacking and her expression unreadable. Maybe this was a bad idea. If she'd never left England this never would have been her problem.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Sabrina.

"Silly demon girl, I want to take over the world. You and your friends are just getting in my way. That's why I am doing this." the Italian smirked at the girl.

Sabrina huffed in annoyance and kicked a guy in the face without even having to look at him. Okay, before when I said they were doing awfully was just for a set up. Let's pretend they were actually holding back and now the fight looks even cooler.

"You know, you're supposed to coexist, man. What are you gonna do when Italy dies? That's right, you're going to disappear before you can finally get the satisfaction that you always wanted." Light interjected.

"No one asked you." 2P Italy screeched like a majestic bird and...seriously what the fuck did I just write?

"You are going to die before you reach your ultimate goal. You want to know how I know? Because none of us would be standing right here if you didn't. You would have gotten bored of killing us and stopped rewriting or resetting the story by this point." Light ignored the Italian man. May they were finally getting somewhere. After all, Luciano seemed to be losing his cool and was acting like a spaz and completely OOC.

Luciano, like previously stated, looked pissed as all hell. He was going through the motion of almost ripping out his hair and glaring at the floor.

"Shut up. Just shut up and FIGHT ME!" he yelled.

Light opened her arms as if she was just giving up. She looked directly at the Italian man, her expression unreadable. "I'm not gonna fight you." she said.

Sabrina and the others stared at her in disbelief. "What are you doing?" asked Ronald.

The 2P was giving her a similar look. He seemed almost reluctant to fight her for a moment, before reverting back to his original expression. "No. You have to fight me. Either I die or you die trying. FIGHT ME!" he yelled, throwing something undeniably sharp at her.

At that moment, Sabrina could feel something resonating in Luciano. She couldn't really tell what it was but she could feel it. She was sure the other reapers could feel it too.

Italy felt it too, and was desperately trying to figure out whatever was going on inside Luciano. After all, if he didn't think of something soon then they lose Malaysia again.

Light moved out of the way of Luciano's half-assed throw quite easily. Maybe...just maybe they could do win without anyone having to die.

Luciano on the other hand was trying to keep his composure together. No. He didn't kill them yet for a completely logical reason, not because he felt remorse. He was a cold blooded killer that had no feelings other than anger. There was no way they could win and nothing was going to stop him from winning. They were all doomed.

But looking around at his minions and seeing they were all out of commission, was starting to make him think otherwise.

Who cares he didn't need anyone.

Italy gasped, coming upon a realization no one had ever thought of before. Maybe because the other 1Ps always neglected their 2Ps they were always mad. Maybe all Luciano needed was...a friend? Not an ally but an actual friend. What if they were just always lonely? Italy remembered how it felt to be alone. To lose everyone over and over again. It was terrible to lose all your friends in a constant cycle of death and pain, so maybe...just maybe...he could make sure Luciano was never lonely again.

"But...what if no one has to die?" asked Sabrina, realizing the same thing.

"You don't understand! It's kill or be killed!" Luciano screamed.

When no attack came, the others let their guard down ever so slightly.

"You don't know how it is being alone..." they barely caught Luciano whisper.

The hallway went dead silent. They had suspected something like this was going to be said, but they were still surprised anyways. The death gods, all looked at each other, before their death scythes were out away. The other 1Ps, who everyone by now has probably forgotten was even there, all eased up. Some of them looked like they wanted to protest but didn't say anything. And Light's eyes fell to the floor contemplating life.

Every single grim reaper thought about the time before they had been part of the Dispatch Society. All but Sabrina could remember waking up in an almost blind world without any memory of how they ended up there. No one was there to tell them they had died and were doomed to roam the world for all eternity collecting souls, for their actions. They could remember being alone, confused and scared, until someone finally picked them up. It could have been days, it could have been years. When you have all eternity time doesn't seem to be a concept to you anymore. In that time, they knew this was worse than whatever had happened to them before.

Light remembered the time when she was an antisocial kid who's parents were always paying more attention to her siblings or going out and leaving her alone. She'd been alone pretty much all her life. She didn't have many friends, and was not one of the cool kids with a great personality to be able to make any. It was really when her family died when she decided she was going to be the person she'd always wanted to be. Sure she was completely overplaying her confidence and her self-esteem was close to nonexistent, but if she kept faking it she knew she'd eventually believe she really was that person.

Then there were the countries. With the ones like England who was constantly left by their siblings to do be independent or they just hated him, it was hard to not be alone. Or being an island country like Iceland or Japan. Japan was even a hermit before he became friends with anyone so how could Luciano even think something like that. Luciano of all people should have known their history very well.

"I think we all know how it is to be alone, Luciano." Italy said.

Luciano gave no reply.

"I mean...just think about every single country's history. They've all been alone at some point." the 1P said.

"Italy..." Luciano said.

"Yeah, and just think...we didn't even know what we were for the longest time. We didn't have anyone to tell us the moment we opened our eyes we were reapers." Ronald offered.

"..."

"And everything you said about me before was completely valid. I spent part of my life alone because everyone else was dead." Light threw in, with her true voice.

"Kid I..." Luciano started, before losing his words.

Sabrina sighed, deciding to put what happened in the past finally to rest. "And I may have always been around other people but that not necessarily always the best. Just think about it. I'm half a demon and half a grim reaper. If I go towards the demon path they hate me because I'm also a reaper and vice versa with the reapers." she said, glaring at Will. "And it's not like I can help who I am. I never asked to exist so you can stop reminding me that I'll always be hated no matter where I go."

The reapers uncomfortably shifted under Sabrina's gaze...well expect Alan. No one could ever be mad at Alan. He was just a cinnamon roll. Regardless of the adorableness of Alan, the reapers knew this was going to be a discussion later.

"I...I..." Luciano said, in broken words.

"I'm sorry." he finally choked out, uncontrollably sobbing.

Italy slowly walked over to his counterpart slowly giving the crying nation a small smile.

"W...why? Why don't you hate me?" Luciano asked, sniffling.

"Because no matter what I don't hate anyone...except Steve." Italy replied, pulling Luciano in for a hug.

Off in the sidelines, no one could help smiling at the adorable scene. It was too cute.

Light felt a wetness on her cheeks that she had not felt in a while. She wiped at her eyes to feel she really was crying. She violently rubbed at her eyes more to quit the normal human action that she hated so much. She may have gotten the other things off her chest but no one was allowed to see her cry still. Not yet at least.

Sabrina sighed in relief, knowing everyone was now safe. No one was going to get hurt. No one was going to die and everything was well in the world. Now she just had to go back to England and live her old life, which she was missing dearly by this point in time.

"Hey." the unusually normal sounding Ronald said.

"What is it Ronald?" she asked.

"I know things between us haven't been the best recently. And what you said was...wow...and that made me realize we've never told you how much you mean to us, Sabrina. You mean a lot even though it may never have been vocalized. I want to know how you even thought we hated you." he said.

"Not important." she replied. "...wait did you just call me Sabrina?"

"Uh...yeah. Why?" he replied confused.

"You finally said my name properly. Thank you for that." she said, smiling at her partner.

Ronald gave, what could be interpreted as a fangirl squeal and pulled her into a hug. She huffed in annoyance but let the idiot do whatever he wanted.


After all was said and done Luciano, now a different person was ready to return to his home until...

"HOST CLUB ATTACK!" Tamaki yelled, bursting through the door and rushing at Luciano.

"Tamaki we're already done." Light yelled, annoyed.

He stopped in mid stride, turning completely pale. "W...what?" he asked.

"It means they've won Tamaki." Kyoya replied, looking between Luciano and the others.

"Not necessarily won...but I'm sure he's not going to bother anyone anymore!" Light replied.

Luciano took this opportunity to return home and make sure to make amends with the other 2Ps.


Some time later

"MISS SABRINA IS HOME!" a familiar child-like voice yelled.

Immediately all the other servants, well except Tanaka and Sebastian, came running over and tackle-hugged her to the ground. Tanaka and Sebastian chose to calmly walk over to the girl.

"It's good to see you again Sabrina." Tanaka said before chibifying again. She flashed a calm smile to the old man before returning her attention to the idiots on top of her. She face fell into a glare seeing dumb, dumber and really dumb. "Don't you have work you could be doing?" she asked.

The trio of morons began screaming apologies and ran back to do their work before they had to face the wrath of Sabrina Michaelis.

The young maid stood up, dusting herself off, before facing her father. He wore the usual Sebastian smile that could hide a million secrets. "Did you have a good time in Japan?" he asked.

"We've seen worse." she replied, not wanting to go into detail. If she did he would see how she'd changed from the proper maid she was into a Light with more manners and demonic powers. That's my fault though, sorry Sebastian.

Sebastian hummed in response, allowing his daughter to keep her tome in Japan to herself. In reality this was just formalities, he didn't really care what all too much. It was her business not his.

"I suppose I should also get to work." she said.

"Correct. You're back Sabrina which means you are once again my pawn. You know you listen to my commands and do whatever I tell you to do because of our contract." Ciel Phantomhive said appearing at the top of the stairs.

"Yes, my lord." she replied, too quickly to avoid suspicion.

...

"What did you do?" asked Sebastian.

Sabrina sighed. Apparantly she was going to have to tell them about what happened in Japan now.

-Booper Dooper-

"Light Minasae...hm. Why is that name so familiar?" Ciel wondered aloud to himself, sitting at his desk.

"Perhaps she's the girl from your Internet search history with all the girly K-pop videos." Sebastian suggested, while pouring Ciel a cup of tea.

While passing by, Sabrina could have sworn she heard Ciel yelling at Sebastian about being an ass. She ignored it and continued walking.

She knew she was going to have to avoid Japan for a while, or else people would recognize her. It also wasn't the most pleasant experience in the world so she would avoid the country the best she could. She couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to those host club idiots, though. It's not like anyone was going to believe them about the whole countries and demons thing. It was just so crazy.

Whatever happened was not her problem anymore.

"Hey Sabrina." said a certain blonde reaper, hanging down from the window sill.

"It hasn't even been a day Ronald." she said.

"You know you love me." he said, giving her a signature Ronald Knox smile.

"I think that statement should be flipped around." she replied, with her own demon smile.

Ronald almost fell off his spot as he spazzed in surprise. "Uh. Psh...no."

"I'm not an idiot Ronald." she deadpanned.

"Well...uh...you see...FUCK! Bye!" he said disappearing.

Yup. Everything was normal.

A/N: Well. There you have it. The end. Well except for the actual epilogue but I'm sure you can wait for that.

Yeah the ending was not what I intended but I was watching Jacksepticeye play Undertale and it kind of just happened. It'd probably be best if you listened to His Theme while reading this chapter. Or Hopes and Dreams.

I hope you enjoyed this trainwreak and be on the lookout for the epilogue sometime within this month. And uh...thanks for reading it I guess. I means a lot to this crazy Canadian.

See y'alls on the flipside!