(A/N) Chapter 3 is here! Sorry, it took longer than I initially planned to have it updated on. If you're interested, video games and YouTube took up my time. It's here now at least. Anyway, let's get on with the story. Hopefully, it's as good as chapter 1 and 2, but tell me what you think. As usual, no flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good, and what was bad.
DISCLAIMER - I do not own Hetalia, or its characters; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
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Chapter 3: This is a Problem.
In another area of the structure, sat a man with pastel pink hair, and light blue eyes. He was reading a book on gardening, while taking sips of his tea, and eating a pink frosted cupcake. It was peaceful, and he liked it that way.
"Ah, I could plant some pink roses," he said gaily, closing the book and placing it gently on the table. "They could brighten this place up a bit, and make it look less dreary."
Glancing around the room, he could see that the walls were grey with cracks in them, and the stone floor was also grey, but was lacking cracks, instead having odd yellow stains dotted in random places. The table the man was sitting on used to be just as dull, but a pink floral table cloth did the trick in brightening the room up a bit, but it wasn't enough. There were only two windows in the room, both round and medium in size, allowing the view of the storm outside, which wasn't a great view; lightning flashing at random intervals, trees going wild due to the high winds and droplets of rain on the glass windows would not be an uplifting start to anyone's day. On the bright side, in the man's opinion, the oven worked so he could make cupcakes, same for the water and the electricity.
Sighing, he stood from his chair and picked up his book, so he could put it back in the bookcase, however he was interrupted when the door forced itself open, followed by, "Oliver!"
Shrieking in fright, he dropped the book and turned to face the cause of disturbance. "Allen? What brings you here at this time of day?" The startled man asked, picking the book up off the floor, and dusting it off. "Also, have you not heard of knocking? Barging in without my permission is rather rude," he added.
"We have a problem," Allen blurted out, walking into the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
"A problem?" The man, named Oliver, asked curiously, placing his book in the bookcase.
"Yeah, you see, I ran into my 1P not so long ago."
Oliver froze, before turning to face the American. "Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the two stone chairs around the table.
Allen obliged, and immediately rested his head on the table. Oliver folded his arms and rested back in his chair, waiting for younger one to speak. Looking up, he started to explain.
"I saw him and Luciano's 1P sneaking around the ground floor," he started. "I have no idea how they even got there, but I've got a feeling that it's something to do with Her."
"Hmm... That is rather odd," Oliver stated, leaning forward, so that his elbows were touching the table. "What would She want with them?"
"I'm not sure, that's why I came to you."
"Luciano got sent away a couple of weeks ago, did he not?"
"Yeah, I had Flavio in my ear crying, I still do."
"Then, what would She want with Feliciano? Your 1P, Alfred, I can understand, as he is strong and courageous, in addition to that, you are still here and in Her eyes, you can follow simple instructions, but Feli; I am not going to be harsh, but he is the definition of a coward, and She greatly dislikes his 2P."
"Something's wrong, I can feel it."
"Yes," Oliver's facial expression went from serious to cheery again, as he looked straight at Allen. It started to freak the young man out.
"What?" He asked, trying to avoid Oliver's stare, which was failing.
"Do you miss Luciano?" Oliver asked, a wide grin forming on his lips. "You two were quite well acquainted with each other."
"Shut up, Oliver!"
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America couldn't believe what had just transpired. Firstly, he was kidnapped and placed in unnerving and unfamiliar surroundings, not to mention with the most cowardly of nations; the blonde thinks that the Italian's a cool dude, but he wasn't a guy he'd fight a zombie apocalypse with, unless he had to. Secondly, the photos he found in that office, as well as the documents of every world meeting they had to date, well in the past 6 months. Then, the lookalike and the 'get out before She finds out you've escaped' warning.
No pressure.
"Was that man bad?" Italy asked, as him and America were walking through a new corridor.
They were trying to follow the mysterious lookalike of America, but knew they wouldn't be able to find him. However, going through the same door he exited was a good start. Although, it could possibly be futile.
Like all the other corridors they had been through, it was badly damaged and smelt strongly of damp. Very off-putting. The lights also flickered constantly, giving an eerie feel. On the bright side, it was slightly wider than the last corridor; the key word being slightly.
"I don't know," America answered truthfully. "I don't think so, at least."
Spotting a green light at the end of the corridor, America rushed towards it with Italy in tow. It was an elevator. A blessing in disguise. They could finally leave this floor, and maybe, get somewhere where it doesn't stink of damp.
Pushing the button, the blonde's mind started to swim with multiple questions, such as: What's going on? Why are they even here? What does the villain want with them? Who is this 'She'?
Ding!
Seeing that the elevator was ready for them to enter, he wondered; How would they even escape?
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Yeah, I made 2P!AmeIta a thing in this story, if you can't tell, hehe. That's another one of my OTPs (other one being AmeIta) that gets no love from what I've seen, as well as rarely any stories with it in. So... sorry if you're not a fan of it, and don't worry, it's not going to be the main focus of the story, or mushy (as I hate that kind of romance). Anyway, better get this done quickly before my tablet dies, it's 4%, the screen's getting dark and it's nowhere near my charger, oops. I don't know if this chapter is shorter or longer, if it's shorter, the reason is because, the keyboard on my tablet isn't agreeing with me right now, and I'm losing my patience. I hope you enjoyed it either way. Improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!
