Yo yo. Here's the next chapter for AFOA for you guys! I know I said it before but the KevEdd story will probably be updated very slow as I wanna finish this story first. And then I will probably have my main focus on HetaFear while slowly updating High School Never Ends and then afterwards HSNE and so on. I think you understand. cx

This chapter will probably be long although I don't wanna make it too long, heh.

Last that we left off...

Tony used a spell hoping it would make the aliens focus on the 2p's so they can figure out how to get out of the blue purgatory they are currently in. They aren't sure if it worked but everyone has their fingers crossed. But even so, what are they gonna do to get out?

I don't own Hetalia or the 2p's or anything, just the idea for the story and the story. Enjoy!~


It was quiet. Too quiet. None of the nations said anything or did anything, they just waited. Finally, they had had enough.

"Ugh! It didn't work! Now what?" Romano broke the silence with a yell. "We don't know that for sure, hermano! It may just take time!" Spain cheerfully, a little too cheerfully, responded. "It feels like we've been sitting here for forever! I am not waiting any longer!" Romano glared at Spain and crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

"Oi! America! What did Tony say?" Denmark called up to America who was currently complaining about his hunger issue. "He said, he doesn't know and to ask the fucking limey!" "I'm not a...limey. Whatever the bloody hell that is."

Denmark groaned and rolled his eyes. "Why don't we just try to bust outta here?" "Cuz there is no front door...Or any door for that matter, besides the bathroom door." Sealand muttered, slight annoyance in his tone.

"Did you really think that would work, you bloody idiots?"

Everyone turned their attention to the man who seemed to appear out of thin air. His green bow, and pink dress shirt stood out a lot against the dark blue of the area. He shoved his hands in his brown dress pants and chuckled. "Nice try but no cupcake, love~" The man seemed awfully cheery.

"Who the fuck are you? You look fucking ridiculous." Romano scoffed at his outfit and looked him up and down. "The name is Oliver. Oliver Kirkland. I'm here to fetch someone. Allen wants to see him. Heheh~" He looked over the group and narrowed his eyes.

"Who? And nobody is going with you. Not a chance." Japan spoke in a firm voice. He didn't trust this guy and he definitely didn't trust whoever this Allen guy is. "Hmm, I'm looking for Canada!~ I know he's here~ And I will find him. Whether you like it or not~" Oliver swiftly headed upstairs, seeing how his target wasn't with the group.

Strong hands grabbed his arm and pulled him back, although he wasn't too fazed. "Not so fast! Zhere's no vay in hell I am letting you take Mattie! You're gonna get us out of here, vhether you like it or not!" Oliver, scoffing at his ridiculous statement, shoved him back with a powerful magic attack. He fell down the stairs but wasn't too badly hurt.

"Nonsense!~ You're staying right here!~ And...Matthew or Canada, whichever you prefer...Is coming with me!~" He hopped up the steps and strode quickly to the bathroom.

America and the others heard the loud British man. America stood in the doorway, ready to stop him and Canada stood to the side with England, who also prepared to help as best he could.

"Caaanadaaa~... Don't make this difficult!~ Allen hates everybody, so him wanting to see you is sort of like an honor!~ Heheh~" America furrowed his brow and wrinkled his nose.

"Uhm...No. Allen, as far as I heard, is a sicko. And there's no way he's taking Canadia."

"Canada."

"Canadia." America repeated, after Canada had corrected him.

Oliver smiled and narrowed his eyes at America. "Oh, America!~ What do you know?~ You've never met him!~ Not that you ever will~... Now move out of my way." He said his last sentence with a small ounce of annoyance and a lot less cheer. America 'nope'd and Oliver sighed.

Stepping forward, he said a quick phrase in latin and flicked his hand towards America.

"T-The fuck...? Uhm, Iggy I can't move, a little help!" America shifted his eyes towards England who grabbed Canada and put him behind himself. "I don't know how to undo it... don't have my wand or anything..." England stepped around America. Oliver stopped walking forward and laughed.

"Well, well!~ You're like my twin!~ Except my outfit is waaay better~ Are you gonna try and stop me too...Iggy?" Oliver chuckled at the nickname and smirked cockily at England.

"Shut the bloody hell up! My name is not 'Iggy'!" Oliver shrugged and responded in latin, and thrusted his hands towards England. England dodged and America was knocked onto his ass, with a loud 'oof'.

"Dude!" "Sorry, lad." England gave America a sympathetic look before turning back to Oliver. Oliver frowned and balled a fist, muttering in latin. This gave England a split second to knock him off his feet. Crouching down quick and swinging his foot around, he knocked Oliver onto his ass and stood again.

"Gyeh!~" England stepped over and pinned Oliver down. "Now, you are going to help us get out of here or so help me-" Oliver smashed his head into England's, knocking him back and unpinning his right arm.

"Bloody-"

Oliver shoved him off and climbed on top England, punching him in the face a couple of times. "Stay out of my way!" England blocked his hits for the most part but wound up with a busted lip, although it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

Before Oliver could land another punch, he suddenly cried out was thrown to the side. "England, get up." The harsh tone yet soft voice said quickly. England did exactly that and wiped some blood from his lip and nose. Canada frowned at Oliver, who was attempting to stand. "Well, I'll be~...I don't understand why you're making this harder on yourself~..." England kicked Oliver in the side as hard as he could.

Oliver grunted and balled up slightly, clutching his stomach. "I really don't think you wanna get beat any more so just do as you're asked." Oliver laughed at Canada and shook his head. "Oh no...That's not happening~" He stood before either two could react and socked England in the mouth.

England half spun and collided with Canada, causing them both to fall over. Oliver grabbed Canada's arm and lifted him up with more strength than they thought he had. America tried to move but no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to move. "Damn it! You bastard! England get up!"

England stood but his face soon met with Oliver's elbow. "Oh, stop already! I have had enough of this buffoonery." England fell back again but not completely on his ass this time. His nose was bleeding and so was his cheek, as there was a long cut across it. Oliver smirked and spoke in rapid latin. Canada struggled and attempted to sock Oliver in the face but his other arm was grabbed in a tight grip.

"Now, love, there's no need for any more violence!~ Be a good little boy now, hm?~" Canada growled and struggled against him but couldn't do anything. England, finally breaking out of his daze, stood up a bit straighter and swung at Oliver.

Oliver anticipated this and used Canada as a human shield. "Gcht!" Canada grunted as he felt England's strong fist connect with his cheek. "Nice one, Iggy." Oliver chuckled as they disappeared into thin air.

America growled and quickly scrambled to his feet. "Fuck!" He ran towards England and sighed, angrily. "You alright?" England nodded and wiped some blood off his face. "I'll live, we need to get Canada back."

Both their attentions were turned towards the stairs when they heard loud footsteps. "Shiebe! You alright, England?! And vhere's Mattie, did he get him?" Prussia looked back and forth between the two. "Yea, he did. Where the hell were you?!" America huffed and crossed his arms.

"The stairs vouldn't fix themselves! There vas no vay ve could get up them! And that's not all but Italy and Sealand are missing too!" England cussed and wiped his nose again. "Bloody fcukin hell...What the hell do they want them for?"

"I don't know but I don't want to wait to find out. We gotta get to them and fast." Prussia sighed and nodded. "Right..but how?"


Oliver sighed as he carried the bound Canadian. Canada had a rag that was tied around his mouth and his hands and feet were bound by zip ties. "E' 'e 'o.." Oliver chuckled and shook his head, adjusting Canada under his arm. "Can't hear you, love!~ Oh, Allen is gonna be so happy!~"

Canada looked around and tried to figure out where he was. It looked like the underground passageways but he wasn't quite sure. "E'e e' e' 'ah'in?"

Oliver looked at him and smiled widely. "To Allen, of course!~" Canada struggled but that didn't help his situation much. Suddenly, a bright light blinded him and he was dropped onto the floor. "Eeuuhh!" Oliver walked around him and to another man. "Allen!~ I brought you the Canadian kid!~ And the other two are being brought here as we speak!~"

The man, Allen, turned around and grinned. He looked like pure evil. He held a bloodied baseball bat with nails coming out of the tip over his shoulder and wore the most malicious grin Canada could picture. What disturbed him the most was that he looked a lot like his brother, except maroon hair and eyes.

"Good. Nice to officially meet you, Canada." Allen walked towards Canada and crouched down to his level. "Heh, I figured because you three were the last ones standing, you would be Fetty's honorable snacks. Like treats for a kitty~" Canada struggled and furrowed his brows. "...'ba'sx'r..." Allen laughed and patted Canada's cheek lightly.

"Ollie, go get Fetty. I think I'll feed him now~" Canada's eyes widened and he struggled yet again to get away from Allen and his sick mind. "Now, Now...It'll be quick~ If he doesn't chew you up, you'll suffocate in his stomach within twenty seconds or so~"

Oliver's mouth twitched slightly but he smiled nonetheless, turning away from the two. Allen grabbed Canada by the hair and dragged him to the center of the room. A loud puffing noise caused Allen to turn his head to the right.

"Ah! Lutz! So good of you to join us!~ You got the other two?" A large man with several scars covering his arms came walking towards Allen, in his left hand he was dragging Sealand by the feet, and in his right hand was Italy. Both were bound a lot like Canada was except the rags were different colors. Canada shot them both a sympathetic look as they were plopped down next to him.

"Yea. Can ve do zhis already? I am tired of vaiting." Allen waved him off and rolled his eyes. "Yea, yea. Ollie went to get Fetty. This is gonna be good, heh~" Just as he finished speaking, Oliver came back with the giant fetus that was sure to give the nations nightmares. Italy whined and struggled a bit, trying to wiggle away. Lutz grunted and placed his heavy boot on Italy's back.

"Vhere the fuck do you zhink you are going? I zhink he should go first, ja?" Allen laughed and slammed his bat down in front of their faces. "He'll go next. I want this little one to go first~ I hate his fucking little face...I wanna hear his stupid little screams as he slides down Fetty's throat and suffocates..."

It was silent for a minute and no one said a word. "Ja...You do zhat...I'm going for a beer and a nap. Have fun." Lutz turned around and walked away, muttering something under his breath. Oliver said nothing but he didn't exactly look happy either.

Allen reached down and grabbed Canada by his hair, dragging him towards the fetus, ignoring his cries and pleas. "Fetty! I got a lil gift for ya! Eat up!" He dropped Canada and stepped back as Fetty stepped forward. Canada whimpered and almost hyperventilated from the fear of being swallowed alive. Fetty reached it's giant hand over to Canada and grabbed him by the feet.

Canada was damn near screaming now.

"Wait! I have an idea! Ollie, I think we should send America a lil message...I want him to see his brother swallowed alive!" Oliver looked horrified for a full minute before nodding and smiling. "Indeed! That's a great idea!~" Oliver walked away and Canada stayed dangling over Fetty's mouth. Fetty seemed to have been impatient because he was whining a bit and shaking around, also causing Canada to swing slightly.

Italy was shaking and tears stained his cheeks, while Sealand had passed out after silently crying his eyes out. Allen watched with pure amusement.


They looked for any spell that could help them, they looked for anything at all that could help. Nothing. Zilch, zip, nada. America was losing his mind and England was losing his because of America. The others had broken out into seven different arguments over stupid things and Russia had tried to kill a couple of them each time. England rubbed his temples and America sighed loudly for the tenth time.

What caught their attention was the mirror. It warbled and turned into the clearness again. Then, it warbled again and what they saw absolutely horrified them.

It was like someone were holding a camera.

Allen stood there, Italy and Sealand next to him on the floor, and he had the biggest grin. "America! can you see this? I want you to witness you brother's death. You and Italy's brother, and I want everyone to witness Sealand's death!~ They're the first! Then it'll be Romano, and Spain, and Prussia, and that godforsaken Russian that gets on my last nerve! All of you! Gone! Washed away in the bowels of my pet!"

America could feel his blood boiling. He clenched his fists tightly and slammed one into the wall next to the mirror. "You fucking asshole! I am going to kill you!" Allen just laughed and nodded. "Right, but first, your brother."

As he said that, he signaled for Fetty to go ahead. And with one final scream from the terrified Canadian, he fell. Deep into the stomach of the fetus.


DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN.

Canada was swallowed. :)

That ends the chapter for tonight/today! I hope you enjoyed it, sorry for taking so long. Translations are below, and if I got any of the names wrong, I apologize. I am also sorry for any OOC-ness that might have happened. xc

Thanks for reading!~ Please review and tell me what you think!~ :)

Translations:

Shiebe(Sorry if it is spelt wrong): Shit (German)