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In the last chapter, Italy and Sealand went to go look for Canada whom had recently gotten caught by the giant fetus baby. The two of them went into the basement of the U.N building and went to where they suspected Canada might have been taken; where the fetus had first been seen. What they found was not really what they were expecting. The other nations that had been captured were stuck to the wall in various places. As creepy as it was, that was the least of their problems. They could hear the aliens not too far away from where they were. And although they had light, it was very little. It was all or nothing now.
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Italy and Sealand looked around at the many aliens that surrounded them. There were maybe ten at most. They could easily take them out.
"I'll take the ones on the left, you take the right! Go!" Italy fired at an alien on the left and Sealand fired at ones on the right. The aliens charged but Italy was able to take them down. Sealand was having some trouble, and couldn't get them all in the head. He killed about two before one ran up and tackled him.
"Haah! Get off, get off, get off!" Before Italy could help, Sealand placed his foot on the alien's chest and kicked it off of him. It flew off and landed on its back. He quickly scrambled to his feet and Italy shot it in the head.
Sealand glanced at Italy and the edge of his mouth twitched as if he were about to smile. "See? I can take care of myself, desu yo." They quickly finished off the last of the aliens and stood by each other again, back to back.
"Is that all? That was nothing!" Italy mentally face palmed as soon as Sealand said that. Before Italy had time to scold him for saying something so dumb, a loud roar echoed throughout the room. It was silent for a moment before another alien fell from the ceiling. Italy looked up and then back at the alien.
"Where did it come from?" Sealand didn't respond but just gulped. The alien growled and screeched at them, loud enough to shatter their eardrums. Italy and Sealand cupped their ears and groaned. "What the heck!?" Sealand yelled out over the screeching of the aliens.
This alien were different from the regular aliens they've been encountering. It almost looked like it was on steroids; it's chests was really built with big muscles and so was it's arms. However, it's legs were smaller and less muscled, it was as if it was using it's hands to walk. It sort of looked like a monkey or gorilla, except its faces...
Its face was sort of mushed onto its necks, if they could even call it that. It had a huge mouth that looked kind of like a gaping hole in its face and its eyes, unable to be seen at first, were more to the side of its head. It didn't appear to have teeth. As said before, its arms were big and muscled, and its legs were sort of small and frail looking. It had to have been walking on its hands otherwise it'd probably just fall over.
That, however, gave the Italian an idea. "Sealand? I need you to listen very closely." Sealand nodded slowly and watched the alien growl and watch back at him, at them. "We need to get it to become unbalanced, so it'll topple over and then we should have an opening, so we can shoot its head. This is going to take precise timing and accurate aim. If we miss then that's just a bullet wasted and we can't afford to waste bullets." Sealand nodded again and watched the alien. It was now or never...
"I'll distract it. Since I'm smaller than you, I can run faster and I'll be able to dodge it easier. You go for the head when there's an opening." Italy nodded and they both readied their weapons.
The alien must have gotten tired of waiting because it screeched and charged for them. Italy and Sealand both ran separate ways, however, in attempt to confuse it. The alien quickly slid and half spun so it was now facing Italy. It waited and took one step back, confusing the poor nations. Italy stopped and glanced at Sealand who shrugged. Slowly, Italy side stepped and watched it. It didn't seem to really be doing anything but sitting there.
After a few moments, the alien snorted and charged again, catching Italy off guard. Italy quickly turned around and began running again but the alien was quickly catching up. Italy quickly turned direction and ran as fast as he could. The alien skidded and spun again stopping for a brief moment.
Sealand tried to get a shot in but he couldn't because the alien was moving too fast. But when it stopped he had the perfect opportunity. He carefully aimed the gun, fired, and...
He missed.
The alien swiftly dodged and began to chase Sealand. Sealand immediately ran but wasn't as fast as he thought he was.
"Sealand! Just keep running, I'm gonna get a shot in if I can!" Italy aimed at the alien and squinted slightly, trying to make sure he didn't miss. He took a deep breath and fired just as the alien swung at Sealand.
The alien toppled over and slid a few feet away from Sealand. The bullet missed but it did hit its shoulder. That gave Sealand enough time to get away and Italy began running up to it. The alien was slow in getting up so Italy took that time to get another shot in.
He ran up to the alien and jumped onto its back. "This is for everyone you hurt!" He placed the gun on the alien's head and fired, which resulted in alien brain and blood to splatter across his hands and partially his face. "Ugh! Asshole..." Italy jumped off its back and wiped alien blood and brains off his face and shook it off his hands. "Well, that was kind of scary. Is tha-" "Don't say it! Let's just go look for Canada." Italy interrupted Sealand.
Italy counted how many bullets they had left and sighed. They should have enough, if only a few came at them from here on out. Glancing around the room, Italy didn't see a way out besides the way they came. Plus, all or at least most, the nations were here and they need to at least get them down. This was gonna be tough and probably take a while...
Canada's P.O.V
It's really warm here...Like really warm. The type of warmth you feel when it's a cold day and you're wrapped up in your soft, thick quilt. Is that where I am? Am I home? I think my eyes are closed...Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe I should wake up now. I hope I'm home. I hope that I've just been dreaming all along.
I opened my eyes and...
I...am home. My quilt, my pillow...And even Kuma is at the bottom of the bed. But...
As I sit up in bed, I feel sort of tired, or drained and I feel like I should lie back down. But I need to know what's going on here. How did I get home? When I reach over to pet Kuma, it's as if my arm is a giant lead block. It feels heavy and I feel cold, I can feel the cold on my fingertips.
Kuma is warm though. His fur is soft and I can feel him breathing against my hand. It's nice. I wish everyday could be like this, except the cold fingers.
Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. Who on earth is knocking on my door? What time is it? It has to be about four or five in the morning. The room is sort of dark and the lamp next to my bed is on. I hadn't really looked at the room, but now that I have I realized that it was as if the room around me was not in color but in a dull midnight blue-black color. The lamp's light was a dark blue, Kuma was white as the snow, and even my blankets and clothes were discolored. They were all blue and looked as if the color just got drained out of them.
My hands...They were a pale blue-white. As if I were...dead. But I'm not dead, am I? How did I die? What is going on?
I slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. There was no sound. Not even the sound of my footsteps on the cold floor. I looked back at Kuma but he was still sound asleep.
I feel so tired but something is wrong... You know that feeling you get when you have a bad dream but can't remember all of it? I feel sort of like that. But I feel like I'm still dreaming.
As I walk to the bathroom, I look down the hall to the stairs and the living room. Everything is warped, and still discolored. I turn back to the bathroom and head inside. Maybe I should just take a nice hot bath and go back to bed. Maybe everything is fine and I'm just suffering from a really bad nightmare that I can't seem to remember...
When I walked in, however, the entire bathroom was a really pale yellow, as if an old light were put in and never replaced. It kind of hurt my eyes at first but once they got adjusted I could see...This was not my bathroom at all.
The room only had a broken, dirty sink in the front and an old, antique mirror. The mirror was black and slightly dusty. The outside of the mirror, the frame of the mirror...It was like nothing I've seen before. It was surprisingly shiny and it looked as if there were skulls shaped into it. It was beautiful. Not only skulls but there were roses as well. I think I would remember getting a mirror like this.
I felt weird looking into the mirror. It was as if my reflection was staring back at me. And I know how dumb that sounds but... it was as if my reflection was another person.
I turned cold water knob but no water came out. The sink was really gross. It made me slightly angered and I felt a need to clean it. Maybe I'd do that later...
When I looked back up into the mirror, my reflection was different. It wasn't me anymore, but sort of like a cooler version of me. My hair was pulled back, and I wore dark sunglasses. Instead of my red sweater with the maple leaf on the front, he wore a black t-shirt with a red and white checkered button down that was open. And I was much more fit/muscled. It kind of disturbed me.
He smiled and tilted his head slightly, his curl bobbing slightly.
"Well, well...If it isn't the better version of me. Honestly...Actually seeing you makes me kind of nauseous...What's with the lame glasses and lamer sweater? Yeesh..."
I had no idea what to say. I was shocked, surprised, and felt that ping of excitement you get when you meet a famous person. Was that really me? And how was that me? Was it like an alternate version of myself or something I'd look like in the future? God, I hope it's not the latter...
"Moron. I'm you from an alternate dimension of sorts. Heh~...But that'll change. Soon it'll just be me and my friends. And you... you and your buddies will be gone. Wiped from the face of the earth."
"You can't do that. We're nation's, eh. And I dunno what kind of sick joke this is but-"
"Joke? You think this is a joke!? Haah!~" He laughed and shook his head, getting closer to the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes...
The mirror warbled and he came through... Up to his shoulders, he came through the mirror. His hands rested on the sink and he leaned in real close to my face, a small smile dancing onto his lips.
"This is no joke. Soon enough, you and everyone you know will be wiped out. We will take over and the world will be ours, all the nations will bend to our will. I have to go take care of your friends...You'll see them soon..."
"Is this suppose to be a threat? What are you planning to do?" Another laugh and he raised an eyebrow slightly. "You don't remember? You got bit by one of Oliver's many goblins... This specific type of Goblin uses poison to make its victims go into a deep slumber and only a certain cure will wake them again. 'Course, Olly has this cure but he isn't one to share his things. You can thank Allen for that."
"Allen? Who's Allen? And what Goblins?" The opposite of me sighed and leaned back into the mirror. The mirror changed and I could see Italy, and Sealand... But where were they? They looked like they were in some sort of dungeon... They were fighting something...creatures. And for a brief moment I thought I saw America. Wait...
Goblins...? Goblins...They're fighting...Goblins? Or no... Aliens. Aliens. They're fighting aliens! They were fighting aliens, and America had been taken hostage along with some others as well. But... that was just a dream wasn't it? Surely, this is all just some twisted dream that he couldn't wake up from.
"It isn't a dream. That is really happening. Your fellow friends are being strung up like party decorations on the walls of the pathways underneath the U.N building. And each and every one of them are under the same spell as you. They are all in a comatose of sorts and won't wake up unless Olly wants them to. And the Goblins... they'll easily wipe out little Italy and littler Sealand. And you...All you can do is watch. It's what you're good at after all; just watching from the sidelines. Now, if you'll excuse me, Allen wants them finished off quickly. I'll see you later, Canada."
I...I can't believe this. We're all going to be wiped out... All of us. I can't help Italy or Sealand at this rate. I can't even warn them! What do I do?!
"No... No. I have to help them. There's got to be a way for me to get out of here." I slumped to the floor, my back against the wall by the door. Raising my knees, I laid my head down and wrapped my arms around my legs. Think Canada, think!
"I said there's something wrong! Bloody listen next time!"
My head shot immediately at the sound of the british voice.
"Dude! The bathroom door is open, and there's a new room! I say we go check it out! But you can go first... After all, if there is something then the hero is gonna need to be alive."
America. America and England. They're here!? I jumped up and ran out the bathroom. As tired as I felt, I suddenly had a burst of energy. As soon as I left the bathroom, I saw two figures, but I couldn't quite see them clearly. My eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the sudden darkness so everything was black and also slightly spinning from getting up too fast.
"Dude! It's Canadia!" I felt a sudden strong force, and warm material. "Man, he is COLD!" I wanted to say something but something was wrong. It was like my voice had just disappeared. I was cold. I could feel it, the goosebumps, the shivers down my spine, and I was trembling a bit. Maybe it was the sudden warmth that I felt that made me realize just how cold I was. "I..."
"Canada! Bloody hell, you're here too? Are you alright? What happened?" England came into view and he had a worried expression plastered onto his face. He too was blue and black-ish, like everything else. "I...Fine. I'm fine. Just cold...eh..." America didn't believe me, I could tell. "What the heck is going on? First we were attacked by those weird aliens and then we're here. Like...I passed out and now I'm here. A few others were already here, like Prussia and Germany." I nodded and blinked, trying to get my eyes to adjust. "I know."
We all agreed to sit in the living room with the rest of the nations and discuss what we all knew. It was pretty trippy because the stairs were all twisted and when we walked down them, they sort of unwound. It was like curling a piece of paper and then trying to get it straight again. America told me when he first went up the stairs he almost threw up, heh.
I was to go first to tell them what I knew since I was...'alive' longer than them.
"Well.. Not much, really. Me, Italy, and Sealand had gotten Romano, America, England, and Kuma to safety but then they were taken again. We went to go find them and well...I left to go get some supplies but I didn't really think it all the way through. I got bit on my shoulder and then I blacked out. Italy and Sealand were... fighting the Goblins last I saw... When I got here, an opposite of me...he showed me what Italy and Sealand were doing right now and said that he was going to go 'take care of them'. He said him and his friends were going to take over and we'd be stuck here." I paused trying to fully remember everything that happened.
"So, they're Goblins? That's interesting. And you said you saw a counterpart of you? An opposite?" I nodded and England just hummed in thought. "Italy and Sealand aren't going to last long against them. They're strong. We know some of the things they're weak against but I don't think that'll help much. Especially since there could be stronger ones." "You know their weaknesses? Well, that's some good info!" Spain chirped and smiled. "Yes, but it's not going to help us much, since we're already...here. Italy and Sealand are going to run out of bullets soon and then they're screwed. The Goblins are weaker in the light but if they have no way of attacking the Goblins then they'll easily be taken down." I sighed and scratched my head. It was going to be a long...night? Day? Whatever...
Regular P.O.V:
Italy panted and reloaded his gun. He had four bullets left. Sealand was knocked unconscious and was currently in the corner of the room. Multiple aliens had just popped up out of nowhere! He didn't have enough bullets to take them down. And these seemed stronger... They were faster and stronger, it appeared.
"You can't keep fighting forever. Why not just give up now? You're the one that didn't like wars right? You hate fighting and run any chance you get. Why not run now?"
Italy didn't recognize the voice at all. Carefully stepping back, Italy watched the aliens and answered the mysterious voice.
"These are my friends! I won't leave them! I can't run this time!" The voice laughed and answered in a cocky voice.
"Indeed you can't run. And you can't save your friends either. You were screwed from the beginning. This is the end, North Italy!" All the aliens charged at full speed towards Italy. There was no way he would be able to take them all out. Doesn't mean he wasn't going to try.
At the way they were running, he would be able to take out two with one ricochet bullet and another two with another ricochet bullet. The last two he could take out with the last two bullets. He just had to plan this right.
Italy aimed his gun and fired. The first bullet his two smaller ones right in the head like he planned. The others changed course, heading to swerve around Italy and tackle him from both sides. Italy ran the other way and aimed his gun again. This time it was all about timing. In four seconds he needed to fire the gun, or he would miss and have to rethink his entire plan.
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He fired the gun and just hit his targets. Perhaps a second sooner would have been perfect but he hit his targets and that was all that mattered. Now for the big two.
Italy ran to the first one and stopped not too far away from it. The second one was coming up behind him. With their abnormally large arms, he would have to wait exactly fifteen seconds before jumping to the side. A second later and he might get hit, and throw things off. So, he waited...
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He jumped to the side and the two aliens collided into each other, both getting smashed with the other's fist. Italy panted and stood up, aiming his gun. He needed to make sure he got them right in the head.
As he readied to fire, he noticed only one was getting up. The other was oddly still. As the other rose and began to ready up for charging, Italy noticed the second one was dead. The first one's fist seemed to have stricken a deadly blow to the head. Not what he planned but it works. Italy blinked and ran the other way. He waited too long, now he has to wait for an opening.
As he ran, he felt his legs grow more fatigued and his breath was heavier. He can't keep up this running. The alien launched itself at him and Italy just barely made it by jumping left. He staggered up and spun around to the alien that was also slowly staggering up. "Oh no you don't!" Italy charged at it and fired at it's head, the bullet blew a small hole into its cranium and the alien fell completely still.
As Italy panted and leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees, he heard clapping along with footsteps.
"Very good. Very good indeed. I was actually surprised to see you were much faster than it. They run pretty darn fast. But then again, you are the master of running away so... But still, I gotta hand it to you. And the ricochet bullets? That was genius! But I'm afraid you have to stop acting like a hero. I need you out of the way."
Italy jumped up and aimed the gun towards the voice. "What...? America...? But... You can't be. What the hell is going on?" The man looked like America, sort of.
He had dark red hair and eyes, and an evil grin plastered onto his face. He wore black sunglasses that only covered his eyes partly, and pretty much the same jacket as America except it was red, with black. He chuckled and lifted his bloodied bat onto his shoulder, the nails were what really caught Italy's attention though.
"I'm not America. Not at all. I'm way better. So much better. A true hero! The name's Allen, kid. Now, time for you to go. I called in a friend. I call him Fetty~"
A loud thumping noise caught Italy off guard. It couldn't be...
It was.
The giant fetus baby thing came from the ceiling. It sort of crash landed onto the floor, splattering flesh and blood everywhere, but easily got up and yelled out towards the two. "Easy now, Fetty!~ I have a job for you!~ I want you to beat this kid around a bit. Show him who's boss. But don't kill him. That'll be his counterparts job~ I'll see ya later kid! It was nice knowing you, haah!~"
Italy aimed his gun and fired the last round at Allen. The bullet made it most of the way but once it reached Allen, it hit what looked to be a shield around him. "I figured you were gonna try something. Duh~ I came prepared! Face it, kid. It's over!"
Allen grinned evilly and disappeared into a purple mist. The fetus began crawling towards Italy and it's mouth hung open like it was waiting to get fed. Italy looked towards the door. It would be quite a run but he could make it. He looked around for Sealand but he was gone. He could have been taken while Italy was distracted with the aliens. "I'm so sorry, Sealand..."
Italy ran for the door, only to be stopped in his tracks by something warm and wet wrapping around his waist. "Ugh!" The fetus dragged Italy back and held him in the air a few feet away from the ground. Italy sputtered and kicked, terrified and nauseous. The fetus was incredibly ugly and covered in blood and some other substance. The thing holding Italy up appeared to be some sort of fleshy umbilical cord/tentacle thing. There were more of them as well. Italy's seen some of Japan's other mangas. He really hoped he wasn't living that.
The fetus roared and dropped Italy down into the same gooey stuff they've been seeing everywhere and what they pulled America and England out of. Italy was in it up to his chest, and he was slowly sinking deeper. He couldn't feel his...anything, and he couldn't move. He felt hot and was absolutely terrified. If he could, he would be trembling like a leaf in the wind. Slowly, the goop swallowed him up. He struggled for only a minute before blacking out.
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