(A/N) Chapter 5 is here! I feel like I haven't been active in a long time, although it's only been a few weeks? Anyway, this chapter took a while to get to, as I have been occupied with my personal life, as well as writer's block. Man, that has been plaguing me a lot lately. I hope you enjoy this chapter. 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.

XXXXXXX

Chapter 5: Italy?

"What do you mean, 'he isn't there'?!" Allen screamed at the man, who had just entered without the blonde American.

"I mean what I said, Allen," he replied sadly, folding his arms and leaning against the stone wall behind him. "He is no longer in the trap room, and to make matters worse we do not know where he is," he let out a sigh. "Also, poor Feli is now with that dreadful woman, who knows what could happen if we do not move quickly."

"You're right," Allen sighed. "What should we do now?"

"Hmm, I believe that an emergency meeting is in order," Oliver suggested. "The more the merrier, and the more allies the better."

That wasn't a bad idea. Everyone needed to know what was going on, and not only that, but Oliver had a point; the more people they had on their side, the easier it would be to get the 1Ps home, and hopefully, overthrow Her.

"Good idea!" Allen replied, unintentionally enthusiastically, but he didn't care. "Zao!"

"What?" the man sighed, lifting his head to look at the red-head.

"Round everyone up," Allen ordered. "We're having an emergency meeting."

"What if they refuse?"

"They can hear about my childhood," Oliver piped in, excitement clear on his face. "I have a lot of stories to share about my upbringing, where I was born. Oh Zao, you and the others will love the one about my first cooking cla-"

"Oliver?"

"Yes, Allen?"

"I think you scared him off."

Looking near the doorway, they could see that Zao had left, leaving the door wide open behind him.

"Oh sugar."

(...)

'Oh crap! What happened?

The last thing I remember was a long corridor. A white door, with a window. Slamming, darkness, screaming, then nothing.

Italy?

Italy was there too!

Was he the one screaming? Yes!

But where is he now? Is he okay? I have to-'

Opening his eyes, America sat up.

Glancing around, he could tell that he was in a room that he hadn't seen before. It looked like a medical room; pale green walls, and a white floor, however, what gave the blonde the impression that it was, in fact, a medical room, was a cabinet with what appeared to be medical supplies inside.

A question echoed inside his mind. Where was he, and how did he get there?

Next to him was a table, with a candle in the centre; most likely to illuminate the room, as there was no other source of light. What caught his attention was the photographs on the table. They were the ones from the office, the ones that were supposed to be in his pocket; and to make matters worse, the one on top was of him eating a McDonalds, like a greedy savage.

'Who else saw that?!' He thought, covering his eyes and turning away, so he didn't have to look at it.

However, that was short lived, as the blonde heard the turn of a knob, followed by the door opening and closing.

"So, you're finally awake now, huh?" asked a familiar voice. An all too familiar voice, one that he was very relieved to hear.

"Hey, Italy! You're okay!" America exclaimed, turning to face the owner of the voice.

When he did, he raised an eyebrow. Was it just him, or did the cute, little guy look a little pissed off...and different?

He still looked the same physically, but was his skin always tanned? America didn't think so, he could of sworn that the Italian he knew was pale in complexion; and his hair, it was a tad bit darker than he remembered also. What he found unnerving, was the fact that the Italian's eyes were now magenta coloured; when he last saw him, they were amber coloured. His attire was also different; a decorated WW2 Italian Brigade Uniform, with black gloves and shiny patent-leather boots. He also had a black hat with a little purple bobble on the left side, which the American was pretty sure he didn't see him wearing before.

"What?!" Italy snapped, folding his arms and leaning against the door behind him.

Taken aback by this strange behaviour, America asked, "Italy, dude, what's the problem?"

"Italy? Ha! I haven't been called that in a while," he said, which confused the American further. Did he bang his head or something?

"No, I'm not your long lost twin, or an alien. I'm your opposite personality, you can refer to us as 2Ps, it makes things less difficult."

"Us?"

"Yeah, you didn't think it was just me, did you?"

"You're not Italy, are you?" America asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No," the Italy lookalike replied flatly. "My name's Luciano. You're welcome for saving your sorry ass."

"Oh, that was you? Thanks." 'Man, this is soo weird!'

Luciano didn't look particularly impressed, as he turned to face the door. "Your equipment I kept on your person, if you haven't already figured that one out. Those photos of yours are on that table. Learn to eat properly," he said as he opened the door and exited the room.

"Hey, wait up!" America called after him, as he picked up the photos and follwed.

XXXXXXX

So, Luciano's now been introduced. I apologise if his introduction wasn't good enough or felt rushed. I also hope that I've characterised him okay so far, as he's my favourite 2P. Also... as you've noticed, my update schedule has kinda been all over the place. I try to update once a week, at least. But, as you can tell, I haven't been doing that. It's because of writer's block, and me mostly getting occupied with other stuff. However, right now, personal issues have arouse and as a result, I may not be able to update as often, but I will still try to. I also get this feeling with each new chapter that I'm fucking the story up.

Anyway, on a positive note, I do have a rough idea of what's going to happen next chapter! So... 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!