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Chapter 40: Catfight

As the humans say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

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The two groups of women glared at each other. Will noticed that the Nations from his world were slightly outnumbered, and unfortunately, he couldn't help them out at the moment.

"So then," Luciano said, "I guess if we're going to fight or whatever, we might as well know who exactly the others are. Oh, and Groenlandia, don't think you'll get out of this unpunished."

Eva growled, readying one of her knives. Anna placed her hand on her counterpart's shoulder.

"Don't rush things," Anna whispered.

"The other Grønland," Sigurd said, giggling. "Anna, correct?"

Anna stepped back, and Eva moved protectively in front of her counterpart, glaring at the Norwegian.

"Fine then," Elizaveta said, stepping forward. "I'm Elizaveta, Hungary. Which one of you is Romania?"

"That would be me," Marius said. "Marius. You know, you're not as pretty as Reka."

Elizaveta glared, and sure enough, her trusty frying pan was in her hand.

"This is pointless," Natalya said. "They need to get out of here, NOW!"

"Really?" Tolys asked. "Then who are you, exactly?"

"Belarus," Natalya growled.

There was silence for a moment, and then…

"You have got to be kidding me," Felic said. "The Nation that's all sugar and sweet?"

"The only reason Belarus hasn't dissolved yet is because of her older siblings," Luciano said. "The weakest, most pathetic…"

He was interrupted by one of Natalya's own knives being thrown dangerously close to Luciano's face, sticking to the wall behind her. Her curl was quivering slightly, since the knife missed it by a millimetre.

"You were saying?" Rosa laughed. "Your Belarus might be like that, but everyone knows that our Belarus is someone you don't mess with."

"I forgot about opposite personalities," Felic chuckled nervously.

"Great time to remember," Luciano hissed, glaring at the women again. "And you're Anika, correct? South Africa."

Omar moved to stand in front of Anika, and Luciano's eyes widened, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Looks like Sudafrica sent her little guard dog," Luciano chuckled. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Egypt?"

Omar's eyes narrowed, the brown starting to glow gold.

"You know, the only reason I recognise you is because you look so much like your dear mommy," Luciano said. "I still remember your pathetic screams when I held you back as Grandpa Rome put a sword through her chest, right before he cut off her head."

Omar snarled, and Anika had to hold her back.

"Sofia," Rosa said, "do you want to take down España, or can I?"

…

Heracles felt anger bubbling inside of him. Whoever did this, they would pay.

He was at one of his mother's ruins, but that was not the issue. There were corpses of cats everywhere he looked. It disgusted him.

"This is the only way to look at cats," a voice said.

Heracles spun around, growling when he saw the person standing behind him.

It looked like him, but there were a few differences. This man had golden blond hair, and his skin was pale. He also had lively blue eyes. He wore a white shirt, blue jeans and black sandals, with a pair of dark sunglasses on top of his head.

"Who are you?" Heracles asked.

"I'm your counterpart," the other said. "Though, if we have to be technical, my name is Alexandros. What's yours?"

"Heracles. Why did you do this?"

"Do what?"

"This? How could you do this to the cats?"

"Oh. Simple. Ancient Egypt loved cats. And I hate Egypt and his mother. Especially his mother."

"What did she do to you?"

"Killed my mother."

…

Will wasn't quite sure what happened. All he knew was that he couldn't complain.

The Nations from the other world had started comparing the new arrivals with their counterparts, which turned out to be a bad idea. In each case, it went along the lines of 'our version is strong, so that must make you weak', or 'our version is pathetic, so I really can't see how you would be a threat'.

The result?

Eva, one of the Nations that weren't particularly angry, was fighting Sigurd, who was out for blood, considering the fact that Sigurd saw Eva's betrayal of the North as a personal betrayal.

Elizaveta was fighting Marius, and there was a spark of anger in her eyes that scared Will.

Natalya was fighting Tolys, who kept insulting her.

Anika was fighting Oliver, and Wales couldn't help but think that it was typical. Of course, the African had managed to find the Welshman's cricket bat, and kept blocking Oliver's knife with said bat, while attempting to take a swing at the Brit's head, causing Oliver to yelp every time.

Rosa was fighting Alejandro, and she was absolutely furious. She was carrying a stone knife with her that was apparently a gift from her former father, the Aztec Empire.

Sofia was fighting against Francois, the two of them trying to claw each other's eyes out.

Gilen was fighting Anna, and the Prussian learned the hard way that the Greenlander was just as tough as her counterpart. After all, she was raised by Vikings. And the fact that she asked her counterpart for a knife also added to her advantage.

And Omar was fighting Luciano. No one was willing to go near those two. Especially after the revelation earlier. Omar had her own knife that she was using against the Italian.

Which left Felic.

She was perched on Will's bed, watching the fray. She had a lighter, and was heating up a few marbles in a small bowl. She was wearing gloves for this purpose.

Will tried to move away, but every time he tried, she would use her own knife to slice him. Will also couldn't fight her, as the wound at his abdomen wouldn't allow it. He couldn't fight without causing himself pain.

And he kept his eyes on those marbles. He had no idea what she intended to do with them, but he had a feeling that he would find out soon enough.

…

Viktor frowned. This wasn't what he had expected.

He had expected his counterpart, who he learned was called Ivan, to be weak and cowardly. Not… this.

"You think you can scare me, da?" Ivan giggled. "That's funny. Allow me to introduce you to my little sestra sometime."

"Are you saying that you fear Belarus more than me?" Viktor demanded.

"Da. She can be quite tenacious and passionate. Though not in a good way."

"I see. But now it is time to hurt you."

"That is funny. But I think I will be the one hurting you. Especially after everything the Nations in your world did to Nations in mine. Your world hurt Brazil and South Africa. Lithuania no longer trembles around me. How long before you hurt India? Or China?"

"India, hopefully, will come very soon. As for China, I have no reason to. But I'm sure Xiao is having fun with him right now."

"Kolkolkolkolkol…"

…

Oliver ducked out of the way yet again. She wasn't expecting Anika to be so… violent in battle. And the brief glances she had of Alejandro's fight proved that she wasn't the only one having problems.

"What's wrong?" Anika taunted. "Nenkinga, eNgilandi?"

Oliver frowned. She had never heard a language like that before.

But a sideways glance in Will's direction told her that he could recognise it. And she didn't like the look of fear he had in his eyes.

…

Felic's eyes narrowed when she saw Will's eyes widen in fear, and it had nothing to do with what she was doing with the marbles.

"What is it?" Felic asked.

"Well, Mexico has embraced her Aztec ancestry and South Africa's gotten in touch with her Zulu population," Will said.

"Is that bad?"

"Two of the most bloodthirsty groups in history? Yes, it's bad. In fact, the worst defeat a modern army had suffered at the hands of a primitive army was thanks to the Zulus. I've never seen Arthur so shell-shocked before in my life."

Felic frowned, looking back towards Rosa and Anika. She could see the bloodthirsty looks in both of their eyes.

And she had to admit, even she was scared of those looks.

…

Yong Soo stared at the scene around him. It was desolate, barren…

And was supposed to be his country.

"Like what I've done to the place?" someone taunted, and Yong Soo whipped around.

His eyes widened when he saw a blue-eyed version of himself.

"Who are you?" Yong Soo demanded.

"My name is Im Hyo Soo," he said. "South Korea. Your name?"

"Im Yong Soo. What are you doing here?"

"You chose to help Kyo's enemies. That is unacceptable. You must be punished. And Jeng Soo will be punished as well. Unfortunately, Kyo already called dibs on punishing him. Too bad Jeng Soo doesn't sleep."

"Then what do you…?"

Yong Soo's eyes widened in horror when he realised what it meant.

"If we can't have one North Korea, we'll settle for the other," Hyo Soo said.

…

Omar was actually impressed with the women from the other world. She didn't expect them to be this… vicious when it came to a fight. And fortunately, she was on their side.

She especially kept her eye on Anika. Alida had a few weapons on her at all times. But she used a cold approach when it came to fights. She went for vital points. Anika, on the other hand, had a more heated approach.

But the Egyptian could see the spark of insanity in the blonde's eyes, and she had to admit, it looked nice on Anika.

Just like a truly joyful look looked great on Alida.

…

Alida watched the battle unfold through the mirror. She had to admit, her counterpart could be quite vicious, and England wasn't exactly taking it very well. The former male was having difficulty against the other South African. And England actually looked… scared.

Even more evidence that her counterpart was a worthy ally.

…

Nikolai, Jeng Soo, Andrei, Basch, Gabriel, Gan, Thomas, Camille and Matt were running around from room to room, trying to wake the screaming Nations. A few of the others that were unaffected were also doing the same thing.

Valeria stayed with Roberto, who was thankfully unaffected by what was happening.

Matthew and the other Francophone Nations were unaffected, which they couldn't quite understand. The three Italian brothers were also unaffected, but they were sleeping so deeply and were blissfully unaware of what was going on. Kiku was also rushing around, and several of the Southern Nations were also unaffected.

They noticed that a few of the girls were out of bed, but they didn't put much thought into it. They only figured that the girls were doing the same thing they were.

At least, until Madagascar opened the door to Wales's room.

She didn't know whether or not she should alert the others about the fact that several of the Nations from the other world had made it through to their world, or the fact that South Africa had gone into Zulu mode. It was something that every African Nation feared more than anything else. And she knew that the Latin Americans felt the same when Mexico embraced her Aztec heritage.

She stared at the scene for a while and calmly closed the door. Whatever was happening, she figured that South Africa and Mexico could handle it, as well as Hungary and Belarus. And she was sure the other Egypt and Greenland would be able to fight on par with the Nations from their own world.

She didn't see the Welshman on the bed, or the Polish woman that was doing something with fire.

She figured it was safer for her to remain outside of the line of fire.

…

Hyung Soo winced as the hand around his throat tightened.

The figure in front of him looked like Japan, but there were two things wrong. First, the other had red eyes. Second, he was smirking.

"Who are you?" the North Korean asked.

"I am Kyo Honda, Japan," the other said. "Jeng Soo did something unforgivable. He betrayed us for the South. But getting to him to punish him is a little tricky, so if I can't get to one North Korea, I'll have to settle for the other. So, are you ready to see what punishment is like in my world?"

Before Hyung Soo could answer, he was thrown to the ground. He looked back towards the Japanese man, and paled when he saw the other unsheathing his katana, the smirk widening, and with the red eyes looking down at his prey, he looked like a demon.

And Hyung Soo had a feeling that he wasn't too far off.

…

"Madagascar!" Raj said, and the girl jumped.

She turned to face the Indian, who looked frantic. She was still waiting outside the room, the sounds of combat still audible. And frankly, she had no interest in interfering.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Where's Anika?" he asked. "I can't find her."

"We have a few intruders," she said. "She's dealing with them."

"Intruders?! Why aren't you doing anything?"

He opened the door, looked at the scene inside for a few moments, and calmly closed the door.

"I think they can handle it," he said. "We'll wait until they've finished."

She smiled softly, pleased that she was not considered weak or cowardly because she didn't want to interfere. But if India, a Nation that had befriended Russia didn't want to interfere, then she knew she was safe from others' judgements.

…

Felic smirked. It was perhaps about time.

While the Welshman beside her was distracted by the battles raging on, she took one of the marbles in her gloved hands. By now, the marbles should be nice and hot. Uncomfortably so. Painfully so.

He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, but it was too late. She slipped the marble through the wound inflicted on his abdomen.

And as expected, it was hot enough. He arched his back in pain, a horrible scream ripping from out of his throat.

…

Raj and Miora jumped when they heard a scream of pure agony. They exchanged glances, and both came to the same conclusion.

They didn't look further into the room. After all, it didn't belong to any of the women that were fighting.

…

Yao winced as a fist hit him in the cheek once again.

He looked up through narrowed brown eyes to see cold red looking back at him. His counterpart, Xiao, had proven that he was quite an expert fighter, even more so than Yao himself was. And that was saying something.

"Come now," Xiao said. "You can't be this weak."

Yao growled, jumping to his feet. He was without his wok and ladle, but that didn't matter. He was good enough with hand-to-hand combat. He just needed to make sure that the other's butcher knife was far away from him.

…

Will screamed. It burned.

It would seem the cut had pierced more than just skin. And through the marble, he could tell just how deep the cut was.

It might not have been large, but it was deep. Deep enough to access his intestines. Deep enough to ensure that the heated marble burned its way as it descended deeper into his body.

And he screamed.

…

When they heard the Welshman scream, a few of the women looked over, but they couldn't go to help, considering the fact that their opponents took advantage of their distraction, and they had to continue fighting.

…

Raj and Miora opened the door, their eyes immediately focusing on the bed, and the two resting there. Their eyes widened when they saw the Pol put her hand on Will's stomach, eliciting another scream.

They tried to rush over to Will's side, but the fighting Nations prevented that from happening.

"Ah, India," a voice said, and they turned to see the other Italy, Luciano. "Nice to see you. And Madagascar, if I'm correct?"

Miora gasped, and Raj moved slightly to stand in front of her.

Omar snarled, and pushed Luciano away from the new arrivals. Luciano just smirked.

"One of the Southern Powers, along with one of the Catalyst Nations," Luciano said. "This would be fun. But right now, I'm a little busy with the guard dog. This means that Sudafrica has to rely on her own skills, si?"

Omar attacked again, and the Italian chuckled at the reaction.

"Don't just stand there," Anika snapped, gaining the other two's attentions while she was stuck in a deadlock with a certain Brit. "Go help Wallis."

They nodded their heads, and attempted to go towards the bed one more time.

This time, everyone was stopped when a red light appeared from Wales. Everyone was forced back slightly, and Felic was sent flying to the other side of the room.

And this time, they could hear the Welshman's loudest scream yet.

…

Arthur gasped, suddenly hugging himself. Connor looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Dropping the temperature like this," Arthur said. "It's not very sportsmanlike, is it?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything to the temperature."

Arthur frowned, before the two were caught off guard when they saw something appearing in the sky. It looked like… a dragon.

…

When the light dimmed, they all stared in surprise. There was a figure looming over the Welshman, and they had a hard time figuring out what it was supposed to be.

It looked like some sort of dragon-human hybrid, with red scales and large wings. What caught their attention was the eyes.

British green eyes.

"What the hell is that?" Luciano asked.

"Extra insurance," a voice said from the doorway.

They turned to see three figures that resembled Brazil, Canada and South Africa, except for the horns, wings and tails.

"Deathplayers," Miora said.

"O hel nee!" Anika said. "Not… nee. Get out of that form, now!"

"Do you have a problem with it?" the South-African lookalike taunted.

"What is going on?"

"In order to get our goals, we needed to play a little game. We've already had all the pieces. But you're nothing but pieces. We needed to get the players."

Cliffhanger time. Everything will be answered next chapter. Perhaps.

Oh, and in case it wasn't clear. 'Wallis' is Afrikaans for 'Wales'.

I think we can all say that Mexico is usually depicted as someone that you don't want to mess with. And before Spain came, she was raised by the Mayan and Aztec Empires. Aztec especially was bloodthirsty (had to study them for a test, which came at convenient timing as I had to write this chapter). So Rosa can access that part of her heritage whenever she's angry enough or in a bind.

I've already mentioned that Anika suffers from mood swings that can be considered personality shifts. To quote Dollhouse: It's not multiple personalities, but many personalities. Her default is usually Boer, which is why she has a habit to mess with England. Zulu is bloodthirsty and aggressive, since the Zulus were responsible for the biggest massacre the country has seen, and that was before their land had been annexed. And it wasn't against the colonists. The Xhosas, which are also one of the more aggressive tribes but not as much as the Zulus, were their biggest victims. Then there's the Battle of Isandlwana, as well as the events that led to the Battle of Blood River. England still has nightmares from the former. And naturally, everyone that knows her knows to stay away when she's like this.

The previous chapter, Belarus had gone to find Nations that were as vicious, if not more so, than herself. Specifically, she had Mexico and South Africa in mind. Since both of them are friendly with Russia, she once tried to threaten them, with it ending in her pushing them far enough that she has a bit of a fear and respect for them. That is also why she doesn't bother Russia when he's with South Africa, as stated in a previous chapter. And that was actually based off a conversation I had with a friend. We were discussing possible South African personifications, and he mentioned a few that we would not want to have associated with our country, such as someone from Brakpan (kind of like the South African version of New Jersey… enough said). Then I asked what he thought of a female South Africa, and he said Belarus would be scared of her. I laughed, then realised that a few of our stereotypes involve very scary women. His ideal would be a Boer woman carrying a rolling pin. I already had an idea in my mind, and that involved a cricket bat, to which he wasn't opposed.