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Back again... ~

God, this story is so much goddamn cringe. The dialogue isn't separated properly so there are two (sometimes three) people talking in one paragraph. Or in the same line?! The characters are kind of ooc because I think I tried too hard to make them like they are in the show? And it just didn't work lmao

The 2P's aren't all that great and remind me of like... Disney or cartoon villains that are just so dumb or over the top for NO reason ;;;

The fight scene between England and Oliver wasn't too bad but then I've never been so good at writing fight scenes. I'm so quick to jump all over the place with little to no descriptions of anything. Or it's just one small paragraph of description that doesn't flow properly with the story. Some situations/scenarios make NO SENSE whatsoever and are pretty impossible, honestly. Egh. This is so bad. So bad. And I got confused a few times rereading the story. I had to read it multiple times to fully understand what I was trying to convey in some scenes/scenarios. Or, it's not that I didn't understand. it's more that... It just doesn't make any sense lmao

I don't know.

Don't even get me started on the goddamn Author's Notes at the beginning and end of the chapters. Holy shit, kill it with FIRE.

But despite all of this story's flaws, I still love it (mostly). To be honest, it's not as bad as it could have been especially considering when I wrote this. I was fifteen when I started writing this and as bad as my writing was, it wasn't... The worst. It has actually been worse, believe it or not. And I promised that I would finish it so here you all go - here is (finally) the LONG awaited next chapter in the story. I have to warn you all though... My writing style has changed. It has improved in some areas. It likely won't be exactly the same as when I first started this story back in 2015. And I hope that will be a good thing, honestly. I hope the improvements to my writing make this story a better read. As for the characters, they might be slightly altered from how they were before, as well. And again, I hope that turns out to be a good thing. I'll try to keep them all as consistent as possible but at the same time... I want to make it more believable and less cringy lol

I'll still keep Japan saying things with his r's and l's messed up or whatnot. I'll still have China say 'aru'. I'll still have Italy say 've' every now and then. And so on. Don't worry too much. Things aren't going to drastically change suddenly. I think that would entirely ruin the story 100%.

Enough rambling... On with the story, then. Please leave a review with what you think and if you have any constructive criticism, I would appreciate it! As much as my writing has improved since 2015, I still have a lot of things to work on and improve on even further. So, please and thank you! I hope you enjoy.

Oh, P.S,

As much as I just shit on this story, I do not in any way regret writing it. I do not see it as a mistake, either, really. I just see it as... An experience. One that I can grow from. Y'know? So, yeah. Just wanted to clear that up a little. Lol.
Now, please enjoy and I hope you like the chapter. Thank you all for your patience and dedication. This story would not exist without you all.

Warning for swearing, intense violence and grotesque imagery!

It was warm and it was thick. If someone decided to swim in a pool full of rancid jelly, that would be the equivalent of this experience. Except the jelly is flesh and blood. It's weird clumps of possibly muscle and tissue and puss. It's still rancid, like the scent of a body that's been decomposing inside of a closet for a few days now. And then you open the closet door and the smell just hits you. It tastes much the same, too. The texture is a lot like the texture of grease mixed with clumps of pork fat. It's a little hard to chew yet at the same time it's overly soft and wet. It's sometimes a little stringier and it's stretchy and some parts almost feel more like rubber. But none of this could ever compare to what horrible sights awaited him when he opened his eyes. It was only for a split moment, as the burning sensation was sudden and without mercy. But what he saw couldn't be described so simply as 'grotesque'. He saw red. He saw shades of brown. He saw black. He saw death looking him right in the eyes. He would swear for the rest of his existence that he saw his life flash before his burning eyes. Unlike say, a giant glob of jello, this... Substance wasn't very see through. He could only see what he would forever describe as the bowels of hell. But maybe he didn't want to see what was on the other side. Maybe it wasn't so pleasant as he might have thought it to be. But then again... What could possibly be worse than drowning in the stomach acid of a giant fetus monster? God, he could feel it flowing inside of him so sickeningly slow. Like thick worms just sliding their way into all of his crevices.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he was suddenly dropped into this disgusting pool of blood and flesh. For all he knew, mere moments could have passed by. Or hours. But then again, if hours did pass by, he likely wouldn't even be alive anymore, would he? He was... Is a nation, though. So maybe something like this wouldn't kill him so easily. But, oh, how he wished it would. Just kill him. Just end him. Just cease this suffering already. It was disgusting. It was horrifying. It was something he would never be able to get over in all of his days of living. He could never eat jelly again. He could never stomach... Oh, that was a bad choice of words. If he could vomit, he certainly would have. Multiple times. But somehow the thought of his insides integrating with this thing's insides made him even more sick.

He wasn't sure if he could move or not. Maybe he was and he just couldn't feel it. Or maybe these fluids rendered him completely immobile, possibly poisoning him - no, definitely poisoning him - as they filled him to the brim. Even if he could move, though, what could he possibly hope to achieve? This thing was way too thick and slippery to attempt any sort of escape. If anything, he would just be... Swimming in one spot, twisting and turning in this bubble of death. It was hopeless, wasn't it? There was no escape and he knew it. Well, he was alright with that. At least he would be if it would just fucking kill him already.

•••

"It's been a little while now. Do you think they're dead?" Oliver's voice finally broke the silence that filled the darkened space, his voice echoing ever so slightly in the vast underground. He sounded tired, but also annoyed. He just wanted this over with already. He was excited for the wreaking havoc part and all, but he never volunteered to watch Allen play with his 'pet'. As much as Oliver liked a bit of torture now and then, this was just goddamn disgusting. How could the American stomach this sort of thing? It was sick in a way that Oliver could never understand. Not that he even wanted to, really.

Oliver's question was left unanswered for some time as Allen quietly cooed to the horrid creature. It was lying on it's side now, heaving as it finally finished barfing up large... Fleshballs? They were like hairballs that cats sometimes coughed up. But they were just chunks of flesh, blood and puss. It was concerning, to say the least. Not that Oliver cared for it's safety - by all means, let it perish - but he was concerned that perhaps the others would find a way to get free. And if they got free, if they weren't dead yet, that could cause quite a few issues. But there was no way, right? The trio had been in there for at least a good twenty minutes now. They must have suffocated and died, right? Oliver certainly hoped so. He sighed and tore his eyes away from Allen, finally, letting them settle instead on the mess Fetty had left behind. it's not as though they would have to clean this mess up. But still, it was absolutely sickening. And not to mention, that stupid sack of shit ruined his outfit!

Oliver glanced down at his ruined uniform, the smell so overpowering in the area that Oliver could taste it. He shuddered and looked back up to see Allen stepping away from his prized pet. He didn't look happy, though and Oliver knew an argument was bound to start over something. "He seems to be doing better now. But damn... He really heaved, didn't he? Think those fuckers had something to do with it?" Allen paused and swung his bat over his shoulder, twisting it in his hands for a moment. His glare seemed to sharpen and he glanced at the mirror left forgotten on the floor. "The fuck - of course they did. Those fuckers did something and I don't know what they did. Do you know, Ollie? But heeyyy, I thought they couldn't do anything in that state. That's what you said, right?"

Oliver noted how Allen was quickly getting worked up. He noted how Allen's grip on his bat was getting tighter, his frown stretching farther and his eyes darkening to a point where no emotion seemed evident, aside from rage. He was blaming Oliver for this? But what the hell did he do? He only did what Allen asked of him, from the get-go! "If something happened to that... To Fetty, then I doubt they had anything to do with it. After all, they can't use any magic in that place. Nothing will work properly! Eheh~ They only have their own brute strength to rely on, and even that's been halved." Oliver couldn't help but smile at his own magical abilities. He was strong, that was for sure. But he knew that some of them were pretty strong as well. Despite how he stripped them of most ways to fight back, he still needed to be on his guard. Sometimes, the most surprising things could happen when you least expect it. "Relax, love. Whatever happened to Fetty will pass. Do you think he just got sick from eating them? After all, you've never fed him nations before. You've never fed him anything before, now that I think about it..." Oliver wrinkled his nose as he spoke and shook his head, wondering if that's really what could have caused this. Suddenly gulping down three nations in one go could cause the thing to get sick so suddenly. Maybe it couldn't handle eating them, after all. Maybe it was never meant to eat anything at all.

"Oh, you shit - so you're saying it's MY fault that he's sick?!" Allen suddenly snapped, causing the pink haired Brit to flinch. The bat swung down and hit the ground with a harsh thud, one nail embedding even further into the thick wood. Oliver couldn't help but glance at it, a slight lump of fear bubbling in his belly. Allen usually got pretty worked up over the stupidest things, but he's never raised his weapon at any of his own. Or at least, he's never actually hit them with it before. Oliver took a small deep breath and crossed his arms, watching as Allen raised his eyebrows in question.

"I am not saying it's your fault. I am simply saying that maybe this has nothing to do with the captured nations. Be logical, darling-" Allen huffed and dared Oliver to finish that sentence. But after a brief moment of consideration, Oliver dropped it. He rolled his eyes and looked away from his idiot friend, slowly dropping his hands from his chest. "Whatever. Can I bloody leave now? There are things that I wanted to do, too, you know. Now that the nations are out of the way-"

"But they aren't. Oh, no, no... Not completely! And until they're completely gone, you stay with me. You got that?" Allen stepped closer to Oliver, his rage like a dense cloud around him. Oliver could feel it swallowing him whole, but even still... It wasn't as bad as it could be. Oliver has seen his rage grow even further, he's seen Allen completely lose himself to his rage. And he's seen the results of that happening, the consequences that it brought to others around him. "You and the German, bring three more out here. We'll drown them just like we drowned the others. Got it? I won't stop until all of them are completely wiped from the face of the Earth, burned away into nothingness inside of Fetty's stomach!" Allen grinned and gave Oliver a light shove to his shoulder, stepping back a bit before spinning around on his heels. Where did that German go, anyway? He appeared and then just as quickly disappeared. What was he up to? They had all better be behaving and waiting for instructions! Allen hummed, though it sounded a little more like a light growl than anything.

Oliver, meanwhile, just watched as the counterpart of the usually cheerful American shambled away. His bat swung by his side slowly, occasionally brought up and spun around before dropping once more. The nails that were driven into the blood-stained wood were barely visible as the man sauntered off. His entire presence gave Oliver the willies, but he shook it off as best he could and sighed. Didn't he just say that Fetty was sick? And he was going to shove more nations down the thing's gullet? What if he overdid it and the damn thing exploded?! Oliver cringed and gagged at the thought of being drenched in the creature's fluids. It looked sickening from the outside, he didn't want to ever see what it looked like on the inside. And where even was Lutz?

It had been too long. It had been too long and it was too quiet. They didn't come back. Were they ever going to come back? What was happening right now? Did they survive or were the nations clinging on to false hope? Maybe they were never freed in the first place. Maybe Spain was wrong and the demon fetus wasn't spasming. Maybe it was just cheering or some weird shit. How could they possibly know what was going on with it? What if they were all completely wrong? What if nothing they did worked? What if this was it? What if their friends, their families, were actually gone now? Oh, God, what if they were all dead?

America paced back and forth in front of the mirror, his lower lip brutally being assaulted by his teeth. His hands were crossed tightly over his chest and his eyes were downcast, staring holes into the bathroom floor. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days and days felt like weeks! How long were they supposed to wait? How much longer until they got some answers as to what happened? Were they alive or were they dead? It's been so quiet, with no word from them, from the enemies, from anybody! Maybe they really were dead. But no, that can't be true. America would have felt it, wouldn't he? If his brother would suddenly just die like that... Right? "Man, I can't take this anymore!"

America finally shouted and pulled himself to a stop, his blue eyes instantly glaring right at a certain British gentleman. His shout caused not only England to flinch but the other present in/outside the bathroom as well. They understood his anger, but what could they possibly do at this moment? "Well, what the fuck do you want us to do, you stupid burger inhaling jerkface?! If you haven't noticed, we're stuck in some pocket dimension bullshit with no way out." Romano was the one to speak up, his voice carrying from behind two other nations. He stood just outside the bathroom, just as on edge as America was. After all, his brother was taken, as well. And his brother was swallowed up by that mass of shit, too.

"I don't know! I don't know but we need to try something, right? I mean, we can't just leave them out there, right? There's gotta be something we can do!" America ran a hand through his hair as he started pacing again, a little quicker than he was before. His words were met with silence for a long moment, no one having any ideas to offer up at the moment. But shortly after he started to pace, he suddenly stopped again. His eyes met with England's once more and the green-eyed man could see that America had something brewing in that over-sized head of his. England narrowed his eyes as America thought for a moment. "Hey, hey.. Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

"What? What the bloody hell is it already?" England was tired of being stared at. He was tired of waiting for America to get on with whatever he was thinking. Instead of just gawking at him like an idiot, why didn't America just say what he wanted? But instead, America just kept staring. His face morphed through a flurry of emotions but it finally ended on what looked like relief. England was more confused than ever.

"You." America finally said, pointing at England. "You might be able to help us all out here, you might be able to help them! God, why didn't I see it sooner? What the hell is wrong with me? Ahah!" America seemed awfully pleased about something but England was still so confused! What was he blabbering about? How could England get them out of this mess? They were all pretty powerless here, right? They couldn't do anything here!

"How about you explain yourself instead of rambling nonsense? What do you mean I can-"

"Okay, shut up, shut up-" America waved his hands quickly and cut England off - rather rudely, he might add. He grabbed England's arm and yanked him towards the mirror, pointing at it as he spoke once more. "I need you to call Tony back again. You used your spell once before, so then you can do it again, right?" America seemed really hopeful at this moment and England could only stare at him a moment before slowly nodding. He still didn't understand what America was getting at here. The spell they used clearly didn't work. And who's to say that Tony would even want to try something again? He clearly had no interest in helping - "Hey, pay attention!"

America snapped England out of his thoughts by literally snapping in his face, disbelief briefly flashing in his eyes as he shook his head. Well, that was rude. "Anyway, as I was saying... Maybe there's a spell somewhere in your endless amount of books that can get us out of here." America thought for a moment, but his attention was quickly pulled away by someone else shoving their way into the bathroom. It was Romano, followed by Spain and a troubled looking Seychelles. She must have been so worried for Sealand. They all were, really.

"I think I see what you're getting at, burger-bastard." Romano smirked and crossed his arms, clearly impressed with America's thought process. "I'm surprised someone like you thought of this but whatever-"

"What the heck is that supposed to mean-?!"

"Anyway, I think what America is getting at is that you and that pastel fuck are practically one and the same. I mean, he's your double, right?" Romano gestured to England, raising his eyebrows slightly as he spoke. England nodded slowly again. He was beginning to catch on. "So, what if he uses the same - or similar - spells that you do? What if the spell to get out of here is in one of your own books?" Romano recrossed his arms and waited as England was fully hit with the realization. However...

"Impossible." He finally muttered, much to their dismay. "A spell like that has to be strong. And without my wand or the book itself, I won't be able to cast it properly. I can't do it." England shook his head and sighed. But America wasn't ready to give in just yet. He couldn't!

"But what if Tony cast the spell and not you? He cast the other one!"

"Riiight, and you see how bloody well that worked out for us, hm? Tony is not going to be able to cast a spell that strong, America. There is absolutely no way." England waved the American off as he tried to step away, but America shoved him back.

"Stop walking away! You didn't even try - what if he can actually do it? Can you at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" America huffed and glared at England, who simply glared back. Romano watched the two continue to bicker, their voices raising louder and louder. America was getting more aggressive by the minute, his fear of losing his brother getting the better of him. And his anger at that Allen prick. England was doing his best to keep a hold on his temper but he was just the same as America - he was angry and scared. But both of them were only making things worse by standing here and screaming at one another. Where was this going to get them? Nowhere!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Romano finally screamed as others had eventually joined in on the arguing. Some took England's side and other's took America's. Some of the nations just wanted them to stop arguing so that they could come up with a proper plan, but they were talked over and ignored. Everything was a goddamn mess right now. And it was going to take some serious effort to fix this. But it had to be a team effort. Not this pathetic display right here. Romano glared at everyone, now that they were all silent and waiting for him to do something.

He huffed and rolled his eyes, glaring over at England. "America has a point, you stupid tea fucker."

"Oh, for bloody-"

"Shut up! Are you serious right now, England? He's right in the fact that you're giving up too quickly! Don't you care at all what happens to any of them?" Romano growled and gestured to the mirror as he spoke, his voice rising just slightly. England was both surprised at the use of his name - his country name - and he was appalled that Romano would accuse him of not caring for their friends. How could he ever think that?

"Of course I bloody care about them, you-"

"Then fucking act like it! Instead of whining like a little bitch, you would try whatever it takes to get them back! Even if it doesn't work in the end. If there's a spell you can try to get my brother back - America's brother and that little goddamn hyperactive shit, too - then fucking do it! Fucking try until your face explodes!" Romano finally huffed again, his face a bit red from all the yelling. He went quiet as everyone just gawked in silence. They seemed a bit awed at his outburst but a few of them seemed to be happy with what he said. Some nodded in agreement and others just looked to England expectantly.

The Brit stared at Romano for a moment before sighing and looking away. He was right and England knew he was right. But if it didn't work, then what were they supposed to do? To get their hopes up like that just for it to be destroyed... England couldn't bear the thought. He didn't want to be the one to crush their hopes like that because of his inability to cast a spell! Before England could say or do anything, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning to look, he was surprised to see a certain brunette grinning at him.

"Listen, if you can't do it then I'll give it a try, aru! After all, you aren't the only one with some magic abilities. And I know Japan's got a trick or two up his sleeve, as well!" China paused and his expression softened. "You aren't in this alone, bush-brows." Oh, for the love of God - way to ruin the mood. "We got your back, okay? Now get to it! let's see what we can get done on our side. If anything..." China paused again and a spark of hope lit up in his eyes. His hand dropped from England's shoulder and he sighed. "If... If they really made it back out of that thing, we can't let them fight all alone, y'know? Let's do our best from here to help them out there."

"Alright, enough of the sappy shit - let's fucking get to it already!" Romano groaned and started ushering people out of the bathroom/the hallway. The only ones allowed to stay were England, China, Japan and Norway. Romano sort of acted like the bouncer, keeping everyone else downstairs so those upstairs could focus on the task at hand. It wasn't actually as much of a problem as Romano thought it would be. Everyone stayed downstairs and patiently - or as patiently as possible - waited for those upstairs to get something done - whatever it might be. The small group upstairs briefly discussed how things were going to go and then they got started on what they needed to do. It was actually starting to run smoother now, with people working together to get shit done.

"Alright. I'll see if I can't summon Tony once more... Let's hope he answers and he's willing to actually help us." England sighed and faced the mirror, taking a deep breath before he uttered the same spell as before. At least, he started to. But the mirror had started to warble even before he finished, which was incredibly confusing. England stopped halfway through the spell and stepped back. Everyone was on their guard as they watched the mirror, the single light in the room flickering briefly before it settled.

"Up to no good again, are ve?"

And we're done. Bwhomp. This chapter started getting longer than I thought it would and I figured now would be a good place to leave it for now ~

Let me know what you thought about the chapter! It's definitely written differently, but is it bad? Is it better? Leave a review! Hopefully the next chapter will be out sometime soon, though I will not make any promises. Real life is kicking my ass and I do still have other things to attend to, as well. But don't worry. I will NOT be abandoning this story! I really do want to see it out to the end. Hopefully you'll stick along for the journey!

Thanks again for reading!