(A/N) Well, this one took a while to get out didn't it?

To keep this brief; I have writer's block, I'm losing my creative drive, and Uni work is drinking me dry. Either way, I hope you are satisfied with this chapter.

No flames please~! If you feel that some improvements could be made, don't be afraid to say so; tell what I did good and like I just said, improvements are good!

DISCLAIMER - I do not own Hetalia, or its characters; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.


Chapter 13: Paint Everything Red for Survival

"How could you be so daft, Loki?" Oliver sighed, as he dabbed a cloth onto his friend's upper arm. It just wouldn't stop bleeding, and the feeling of the damp cloth on his skin was starting to get on Loki's nerves.

"What do you mean?" The Norwegian asked through gritted teeth. "I was -"

He breathed sharply, as he attempted to flinch away from the cloth. Oliver had none of that, grabbing Loki's arm and pinning it down on the table.

"Do not move that arm," Oliver instructed, giving him a warning look before continuing. "If you had fought with more tact and less recklessness, you would be doing more productive activities instead of sitting here."

"Oliver, you seem to be the only person who didn't find it cool," Loki chuckled slightly, earning him another look of disapproval from Oliver.

"Loki, you're -"

The Norwegian was woken by a loud thundering outside. Glancing at his arm, he saw that it was fine; so it was just a dream. Loki realised that he'd most likely fallen asleep out of boredom.

Other than Oliver entering his office to ask him for a key he wasn't willing to give, the day had been quite uneventful for Loki. All that he had been doing is flicking his lighter on and off, just so that he could observe the brilliant flames that appear when he does it.

Oliver. Now that he had thought about him, he kind of felt like he had betrayed the Brit in a sense, but it wasn't his fault. Oliver evidently disagreed with the Master's ways, which was preposterous. He also doesn't want any harm to come to Oliver either, the guy was one of his closest friends.

But, what he did had to be done... he had to report Oliver to her, to keep her trust.

Not only that... but his own lively hood...

He went to reach for the phone, but before he did, something caught his eye. Luciano and a man that looked exactly like him, who he assumed to be his 1P, could be spotted driving past his office, into the shadows ahead. That was something interesting to report alongside Oliver's betrayal.


"Master, I have some news that may be to your liking," Elise said, opening the door to Miss Héderváry's office.

"Oh, really," she replied looking up from the documents she was reading.

"Yes, though unfortunately with that I bring some unfavourable news, as well."

Sighing, the Hungarian placed the documents in one of her drawers and leaned back in her chair.

"Firstly, what's the good news?"

"The good news is that Mr. Luciano Vargas and his 1P counterpart have been spotted leaving the area via car by Mr. Bondevik, and the -"

"Hold on," Miss Héderváry held up her hand, signalling the girl to stop talking. "How is that good news?"

"Well, not only do we now know where they are, but they are together which will make gathering them for the ceremony much easier..."

Miss Héderváry looked in thought for a second, before a grin spread across her face.

"Call Allen in again."

Elise involuntarily gasped. Composing herself, she turned back to her boss.

"Master, did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes, it should be entertaining to have Allen find them."

"Master, I am not doubting you, but would it be better if you - I mean we - apprehended them ourselves," Elise started to explain. "It would be quicker, and your plan -"

"Elise..."

"Yes...?"

"If Allen were to disappear without a reason, what do you think the other 2Ps would think?"

Elise was in thought for a moment, before Miss Héderváry interrupted her thoughts.

"I know that they already hate me now, I'm not stupid, I can tell when people have taken a slight dislike to me," she started. "The roll of the eyes when I walk by or give instructions, talking back to me, and even hearing insults about me... it's quite disheartening to say the least..."

"So..."

"If Allen were to go behind my back, I'll have a reason to dispose of him... I'll be justified in my own right."

"Master..."

"Inform him will you, while I sort through the materials."

"Would you like the bad news, too?"

Miss Héderváry looked up, waiting.


The two Italians were on the road, on their way to an old building according to Luciano. Italy's heart was thumping and jumping all over the place, and it wasn't just because of the mission the duo were on, but Luciano's driving was just as bad, or even worse than his!

Now he knew how Japan felt that one time!

"Luciano..."

"What now?" The 2P growled through gritted teeth. "And if it's to tell me to slow down for the umpteenth time, then don't bother asking, you should know the answer by now."

"Right...sorry."

There was silence.

"Are we close to finding America?"

Italy was confused when his counterpart didn't reply and simply parked the car next to a forested area.

"Get out," Luciano breathed, sounding almost uncertain.

"Huh?"

"Run through that forest and keep going forward, you should find a helicopter after a while..."

"But -"

"It's too risky being in close proximity to each other, that bitch can find us easily that way."

"...and I'll just get in your way and slow you down, right?"

"Yes...that would be another reason..."

"I can help, Luciano," Italy pleaded. "I may be pathetic, but I have a gun, don't I?"

"Will you actually use it?" He raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"I -"

"You won't, and if you do, the guilt could eat you alive."

"Then why give it me and ask if I knew how to use one?!" Italy asked frantically.

"Just in case we got found while exiting the building..." Luciano's grip on the wheel tightened, as he furrowed his brows. "Also, so you have a way to defend yourself when you get to the helicopter..."

Italy felt hurt; did Luciano want to get rid of him? Well, he wanted to help, damn it!

"I'm helping, Luciano..." Italy stated matter-of-factly, looking down at the gun. "It was my fault he's in this mess, so I will help him like he's helped me."

Silence. All that could be heard was the patting of rain on the car. Nervous, Italy looked up at Luciano to see him smiling.

"Feliciano, I really enjoyed that display of determination," he said, patting him on the shoulder. "But understand that one of the reasons why I'm having you go back to the helicopter is not because of you're lack of balls, but because we need a way to evacuate. You know how to fly?"

"Yes, but -"

"Then go," Luciano opened the glove box and pulled out a sheet of paper. "Here is the map, I've marked with a circle where you should go. By the time you get there, I should have that idiot Jones. We get on the 'copter and leave."

"Oh..."

"I believe in you..."

"Okay..." Italy reluctantly opened the car door, looking back at Luciano. "Will you be careful?"

In response, he simply laughed with a nod and gestured 'shoo.'

"Watch yourself, too. You're still a target, after all." He said before he drove off, leaving Italy alone in the rain.

"Right, I won't let you down..."


"I have no idea what she's planning, but it can't be good for any of us," Allen concluded, eyeing England carefully.

The Brit had his brows furrowed, tapping his chin with his finger as the cogs appeared to be turning in his head. There was an uncomfortable silence before the blonde finally voiced his thoughts on the 2P's story.

"I think I have an idea on what your leader could be planning," he said, running a hand through his messy blonde hair with a sigh.

"Really?!" Allen gasped in slight relief, walking closer to the Brit. "Come on, slug-brows! Tell me, we need to know!"

"If you want to know, never call me that again, are we clear?"

"Oh, yeah..."

"If it's what I think it is, it may dishearten you..." England adjusted his tie, before standing over Gilen, who Allen had forgotten was there.

Allen merely nodded, mentally preparing himself for what was to be said. "Say it..."

"You're being replaced by Ameri... Alfred..."

The American felt his chest tighten and his breath catch in the throat. He was on the verge of breaking down, but tried to keep himself together. Safe to say, he slowly started to crumble...

"What?!"

He started to hyperventilate in panic, collapsing against the wall.

"And I'll assume I've been brought here to replace Oliver, and Feliciano has been brought here to replace the Italy of this world..."

"How do you...?!"

"What other reason would this woman need both 1P and 2P counterparts in the same world? To invite them for a warm cuppa? Come on, boy, use your head!"

"Shit...!"

"We 1Ps are here for the 2P conversion ritual, which is where the 2P is purged of their blood and that blood is then consumed by the 1P. The process is complete by killing the 1P and then a new nation is born in the 1P world..."

"No..."

"And that 1P wakes up as a twisted version of their former self; the 2P."

Allen was struggling to process this information...why him?

"Keep in mind, I'm only making assumptions," England added hurriedly, placing a finger on his chin in thought. "But, this is the most likely explanation..."

"What do we do?" the crimson head finally asked, keeping his breathing steady.

"The only thing we can do," England said hesitantly, whistling nervously as he searched Gilen's body.

"Which is...?"

"Wipe her off the face of the Earth and take her followers with her."

The blonde retrieved a gun from the Prussian, as well as the few ammo boxes he had, a silencer, and a combat knife.

"Isn't that..."

"Extreme? Yes," he placed the silencer on the gun and aimed it at Gilen's head. "But it's the only way I can ensure the safety of the inoccent."

"Don't -!"

Red liquid exploded from the Prussian's head, painting the walls and floors red...

Allen felt his head get light; he hadn't seen a sight as foul as this in years, and he certainly didn't miss it. He wanted to scream, but nothing would come out; he felt frozen. He was about to consider Arthur a sadistic bastard, before he heard a muffled sniffle. Looking up, he saw the Brit place the gun in a holster he had on his belt, and salute over the body with tears falling down his cheeks.

"I never thought I'd be in a situation where I had to kill others for survival," he said bitterly, looking down at his own feet. "But here we are..."

"You could have just left him, he was defenseless!"

"There's no telling what he would do after regaining consciousness," England proceeded to the room's exit. "He was guarding my cell, and thus I see him as one of her lackeys. If you're against this, don't bother following me."

"You're really going to murder people?!"

"And you're going to lecture me, you hypocrite! I am aware of the history of your kind, and so I know of the many citizens you killed, you lowlife!"

A tense silence filled the room, the only sound breaking it was the pair's heavy breathing. Seeing Allen on the verge of tears, England sighed.

"Look, what I said...I've spilled my fair share of blood too, all of us have..." Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned away. "I'm not happy to be doing this, but it's the only way to keep my fellow nations safe. If you want to keep those close to you safe, you have to sacrifice your humanity temporarily. Sorry, to place you in this situation, but I didn't ask for this..."

And with that, he left, leaving Allen to think.

Those important to him; at that thought, his older brother, Oliver, came to mind, along with Luciano, who he didn't know what to class him as, but he was important nonetheless. As much as the guy pissed him off sometimes, he thought of his brother, Matt; his best friends, Flavio and Kuro, and...Gilen, who had betrayed him clearly...

If he didn't act, they would be gone...or, he would be dead and won't be able to see them...

As much as he hated to do this, he took a deep breath.

"Hey, asshole! Wait up!"


Oliver was dusting his bookshelf in his room, just so he could keep himself occupied and have his mind not drift to the current situation. He didn't know why, but he felt a foreboding presence in the back of his mind.

He didn't like it, he really didn't, but what was he to do? He couldn't act until he heard back from Allen, which he hadn't.

"Where is that boy...?"

Upon uttering that question, he heard a knock at the door. With apprehension, he answered it to have his fears confirmed.

"Salutations, Miss Héderváry..."


This has taken a turn hasn't it. I hope this direction makes sense and that I haven't disappointed you all. I will also be open in saying I'm not too pleased with this chapter 100%, but it any if you readers got enjoyment out of it, then I'm happy ^_^

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