Hey hey! Sorry I've been out so long. I got crushed by this huge writer's block...I don't really know what to say besides sorry for updating SO super late. I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter.

/Edit: So, it's been a while, but as you can see the story is not on a hiatus or discontinued or anything. I finished this chapter a while ago but I had to edit it and for some reason that took me longer than necessary. Sorry for the super late update, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. :) HNE will be updated next.

America watched in horror as his brother fell, screaming into the open mouth of the monster. Said monster wasted no time swallowing the poor Canadian, and with a final grunt, Canada was gone. America finally snapped out of his daze, shaking his head slightly. "No...No way." America scoffed, causing England to turn his attention towards him.

"America...?"

"He's a nation, dickweed! He can't die that easily!" America stepped forward angrily, furrowing his brows at the backwards version of himself. "Mattie is fine, and so will they be and when I get out of here, I am going to kick your fucking ass back to the hell hole you crawled out of!"

Allen simply laughed and grinned at America. "Haha, However long it takes, eventually Mattie will suffocate and die. " Allen cackled and turned away from the mirror. "Give 'em the next one. The little brunette!~"

"No! Don't you fucking touch him, creepy American clone bastard!" Romano shouted from somewhere in the midst. Charging to the front, Romano pounded his fist onto the mirror, causing it to warble around his hand. "I don't care what this idiot just said, you lay a finger on my fucking brother and I will fucking kill you! I fucking mean it you fucking little shithead bastard!" Romano's face began to turn as red as a tomato as he screamed into the mirror.

Allen laughed more as he walked away. "Fetty!~ Make sure to chew your food, okayy?~" Oliver watched as Allen grabbed the struggling Italians feet and dragged him closer to the fetus. Fetty crawled closer, growling and dripping spit everywhere. Chunks of goopy flesh bits dribbled off it's arms and face. Allen grinned and kicked Italy closer.

"MMMNN! MM MM! NNMM MMM!" Italy squirmed and fought against his binds but it did nothing. Fetty reached its hand out and grabbed Italy's mid section, lifting him up without a second thought. Italy screamed and wiggled around, but still it did nothing to the large monster before him. Oliver watched, his eyes widening. He said they would get rid of the nations, he said they would get them out of their way, he said they would become the rightful owners of the world but he never said he would kill them. Oliver looked towards the grinning Allen and back to Italy as Fetty opened its mouth wide.

"GOD DAMMIT, DO SOMETHING YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!" Romano shrieked at the other nations, who stood in fear and guilt of being unable to do anything.

Oliver had to do something. He was evil, he loved torturing people, making them face their worst fears and he loved seeing them scared, he loved the fear in their eyes but...he was no killer. He left all that to the others...He could never KILL someone. No, not Oliver.

Oliver shuddered and turned away, looking at the mirror where the nations stood; Romano struggling against Spain, America and England arguing. It was better than watching people die in the most disgusting way possible. Allen paid no mind to him and watched as Fetty then dropped Italy into his mouth. Romano screamed and smashed his fist into the mirror again, actually even punching Spain in the face. Allen laughed and spun around, swinging his bat to the ground and leaning on it slightly.

"Well, another one bites the dust, yeah?" Allen snickered and looked to the very pale Sealand, grinning maliciously. "You're next little buddy!~ Are you scared? Shakin' in your little boots?~ You should be." Allen swung the bat up, it swishing in front of Sealand's face as it flew by, landing on Allen's shoulder.

Oliver looked between Allen and Sealand, his stomach twisting in knots. What was this feeling? He had never felt this way before; he felt nauseous, a little angry, and yet also sad. What was this feeling? It couldn't be...Guilt? Out of all the people he's seen the others kill, or 'have fun' with, he had never felt guilty before. Was it because Sealand was a kid? No, Allen's killed kids before, this was no different right?

Allen yelled something and Fetty scooped Sealand up, goop and bloody flesh chunks dropping and nearly hitting Oliver, who watched realizing just what made him feel so odd. It was the fact that he had to watch Allen kill the kid. He had never watched him kill anyone before, so the feeling of guilt had never settled in. Oliver never had a reason to feel guilty; Allen was the one who killed them, not him. But now, he did have a reason. He was killing them too in a way. He could stop this, or try to at least but he didn't and Sealand was going to be eaten because of him. Because of them both.

Sealand's screams, though already muffled by the gag, were now nearly silent as he slipped into the pit of Fetty's stomach. And with that, the three of them were gone. England hung his head and cursed, Alfred swore he would make them pay and Romano was literally red with rage. But none of them could do anything. All they could do was watch or wait for an opportunity to attack and right now they didn't have that.

"Hahaha!" Allen's laugh echoed throughout the room, however, Oliver didn't join in. Allen thought nothing of it, knowing Oliver wasn't one for killing. He was in no rush to kill the others, because it's not like they could do anything in there anyway. So why not wait and give some time to Fetty so he could properly digest his food? "Hey, Oliver...You're pretty smart, right? How long does it take the average human to suffocate?" Oliver thougth for a minute, frowning. It didn't take very long, but they were nations so it would take longer than if they were regular humans.

"Uh...Well, considering they're nations and all, probably about five minutes or so." Allen smirked and looked to the mirror. America and England were still bickering, Romano had now joined in and a few other nations were chattering about something as well. They were completely ignoring the two doubles. Allen sighed and shook his head. Even as their fellow nations were dying, they couldn't seem to get along and work together.

"You hear that, guys? Your friends are already dead. But you guys are too lost in your own world to even process that you'll never see them again." Allen clicked his tongue. "It's too bad. Though I'm sure you won't even notice the Canadians gone after a while. And the other two, pfft...One was a coward, useless and the other was nothing but a nuisance with a big ego." Allen smirked as the nations quieted, turning to face Oliver and pointing to the mirror.

"Oliver, why don't you shut this thing down? That's enough t.v for today, kids!" Allen laughed, walking towards Fetty. Oliver shuddered as Allen walked by, strutting towards the mirror and flashing the mob a huge grin. It was over, and the world was theirs to fuck over. First they would target the Canadians government, killing everyone in their path and moving down from there. Oliver would keep some for himself, to torture and mess with.

As Oliver began to turn away, the mirror warbling, Fetty screamed and started freaking out. Flesh and blood flew everywhere in giant cannonball sized chunks, landing near Oliver who screeched in a high pitched voice. The mirror warbled again and America was soon staring at a reflection of himself.

"What? What-No! England, do something! What happened?" America grabbed England's arm tightly, screaming in his face. Romano glared, shooting daggers at the Brit, who was trying to calm America down.

"Shut up, you bloody git! I have no idea what happened and I can't fix the bloody mirror! I don't know what to do, you wanker!" England's screaming got America to shut up, and Spain finally spoke up, his voice much quieter.

"Uhm, well, perhaps the spell Tony said worked? We saw that thing start to repentinamente espasmo, so maybe it worked, si?" America gasped and clapped him on the shoulder, grinning widely.

"Spain, you're right! Maybe it worked! Maybe the three of them are still alive!" Romano's face brightened a bit at hearing his brother could possibly be alive. Prussia suddenly whooped and threw his fist into the air.

"That would be awesome! Canada and the other two comin to save our asses! Kesesesese!~" A few of the other nations exclaimed in relief and were rooting the three of them on, hoping and praying that they would make it out alive. America smiled at England, who smiled back and gave a stern nod.

"I believe in them."

Whomp.

I'm gonna just leave this here. Not gonna tell you what happened until the next chapter. :) Which I'm hoping won't be too long away! I think after I update my other stories, I will start the next chapter for this immediately.

I hope you liked this and I will put translations down below! Correct me if I am wrong and thank you so much for reading!

Translations: Repentinamente espasmo (Spanish)-Suddenly spasm