Hey guys! This is my last update today, I'll try to update again next weekend though!

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Once upon a time, there was a boy. The boy had goodness in his heart, but that was unacceptable. He was too be evil! Evilness was the key-to him. It was wrapped in his soul. This boy was bred of hate and murder. He wasn't supposed to have the shit called goodness.

This little boy learned to hide the goodness. He became what he had to be, until one day when he saw something that was worth the locked away goodness. Not a crush, no. Not love-that's only for fairy tails. He saw a memory. Or, something that sparked the happy little memory.

Oh, it's been so long since he felt this type of true happiness!

He was surrounded by nations now, no longer a boy but a man. Or, a boy in a man's body. He was tied tightly -(oh~ so tight. Come on, poppet. Tighter. I want to feel it~). After that rather awkward situation, they sat in silence. The host club watching from the side in anticipation.

The silence had to be broken. One brave soul with glasses and a hero complexity stepped forward. Not literally, of course. He was comfortably seated. He was just tired of the silence. It was boring and stressful, "So, anyway," he faced 2p England, "What's your plan?"

Oliver smiled the innocent smile little girls smile before they murder everyone in horror movies. The nations tensed.

"I have no plan. It's the other 2p's that do!"

Italy glared. Oh wait? Did you think Italy was Italy? Oh no, my silly little readers. Italy is 2p Italy in disguise. Haha, he tricked you, didn't he? He got very good at acting. Where's the normal Italy, you ask ask of concern. Well...he's fine. There was just a pasta crisis to be taken care of. Or, "pasta crisis."

Anyway, the story:

Germany nodded, leaning forward. His mind was swirling, there was so many questions that could finally be answered. He saw Italy shift beside him, and he looked over. Italy seemed...off. His glare was cold, and his features hardened. Germany put his hand on his friends shoulder, and Italy jumped, before smiling sheepishly.

That was...odd.

2p England noticed, and froze. His smile faltered, "A-Ah. But I'm sure you're rather interrogate me in private! Yeah?"

England, the normal one, narrowed his eyes. Something was most definitely wrong, he decided to take command, "Yes. We will"

"Huh? Iggy, what are yo-"

"We don't want the humans to hear of this. They already have enough to worry about-"

"I think it'd be good they know-"

"Come along," he started pushing Oliver's chair to a back room. Everyone stared in slight disbelief and a whole lot of confusion. Italy smirked inwardly, now it's all too easy to see the bastard privately~

2pEngland, once behind the door with England, started panicking, "He's here! He's here! 2p Italy! He's here!"

The normal England froze. He's here? Then what-what happened to normal Italy? He only expected the worse. He could be dead, or kidnapped, tortured. He could hear his screams and cries echo in his mind. He stepped back, eyes wide and heart pumping with a mix of adrenaline and fear. He needed to act, but he can't just burst in there and announce it.

No one would believe him when he says 2p England told him. They'd think it's a scheme to tear them apart- because that wanker Germany has to go and love the idiotic twit! Oh dear, he started pacing. A habit he's developed.

Outside wasn't much better.

"He's working with the 2p's! Why else would Oliver be so happy to get kidnapped?"

"No way dude! And I'll prove it!" The Hero stood, and marched over to the door, "Just you wait!" America burst into the room, spotting them, "Please tell me you two aren't working together."

A pause

"Dammit! Why England?!"

England rushed forward, hushing him, "Shut up!" It was a quiet hiss, "He turned himself in to me! Ok? He wanted to save Haruhi-"

America darkened.

"-and he said that Italy out there is actually 2p Italy. He's helping us!"

America didn't know what to believe. It is true, Haruhi could capture the heart of any man. And she's certainly worth saving. But there's something about this story that seems weird. Or too smooth, too nice. It's not believable.

Only if he listened to himself

America sighed, he trusts England. He'll always trust what was once his big brother. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.

Germany walked in, "England, America. We need to talk."

Americas heart skipped a beat, England's skipped two. Did he hear? Does he know? Where's Italy?!

2p America waited in the back of the school. His brother was with him. The two leaned against the fence, glaring at any person stupid enough to walk past them.

2p Canada sighed in agitation, "Where is he? We've been waiting for hours!"

America shrugged, "How the hell am I supposed to know? He just said wait."

"Fuck that! I have plans-"

"Oh? You do? Care to share?"

Both turned, spotting a rather pissed off 2p. "Oliver betrayed us," he stated, walking forward and toward their base, "The bitch is going to pay. Tonight."

2p America and England shared a look, before following, "What do you mean?" It was 2p America who spoke. It's not like he cared for Oliver or anything, but...he wanted to know. That's all.

2p Italy turned suddenly, Death himself stood behind him, grinning, "I mean we are going to make him regret ever being born."

2p America frowned, but bowed his head in silent defeat. Or what they thought was silent defeat. If he thinks he's laying I finger on Oliver-who he totally doesn't actually care about-he's mistaken.

2p Canada wasn't a fan either of the plan either...at first. But he agreed. 2p England knows the rules. They stick together, and if he's fucked up enough to try to eat them out, well, he's in for a beating. 2p Canada smirked, hefting his hockey stick over his shoulder. Oh~ he's always prepared for a beat down.

2p Italy looked at the school one last time, before setting forth, "Tonight," he repeated to himself, "Then there's my revenge."

A bush gasped. Renge covered her mouth with her hands to silence herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She-she needs to warn them. She needs to warn them! She gets out of the bush, running up the walkways to the school. Or, should I say, she tried.

She was stopped. By a knife flying through the air. Red then decorated the side walk and stained the grass.

"Damn, it's always so messy."

Thats all guys! Anyway, pretty please review if you want to find out what happens Next! Pretty please?

RENGE: what?! I can't be dead! The host club needs me!

ME: We need an update to find out if you live or not, eh?

RENGE: then update already!