Thanks to BloodLily16, EverythingMath, madders10 and Miss Akiyata for reviewing.

Ok, so this chapter works a little differently. I looked at the traffic stats of this story, and the countries that got the top hits get their personification to share their POV. It will be both 1P and 2P. I wanted to go on, having all of the countries of my readers involved, but I didn't have enough chapter left. I might do the same next week. Also, you get to meet the 1P and 2P of two other Nations that haven't been involved yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 55: Different Views

Sometimes, it helps to see the game from a different perspective.

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Alfred was watching TV while Rosa was busy in the kitchen and Matt was on the phone. And he came to a dramatic conclusion.

The shows in Matt's world sucked.

There were many shows about animals, and there were a lot of news channels. Nothing awesome was on.

Alfred turned in his seat when Matt hung up the phone, and before the Canadian could make another call, Alfred felt the need to interrupt.

"Are all of your shows so boring?" he asked. "Where are all the awesome stuff? This is all a bunch of stuff for boring Canadians."

Matt arched a brow, looking towards the TV.

"Each country only broadcasts what is made in their own country," Matt explained. "If your definition of 'awesome' is 'made in USA', prepare to be disappointed. And my shows aren't all boring."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

Matt sighed, taking the remote. He pressed a few buttons and suddenly, a creature feature was on the TV.

"The Horror Channel," Matt explained. "The best Canadian horror movies around the clock."

Alfred wanted to say that there was no way Canadians would be able to make a good horror movie when a realistic scream interrupted, and he turned to see a figure with red eyes, and he had to admit, it didn't look fake at all.

And so he contented himself with watching the so-called 'Canadian Horror'.

And horror was right.

…

Allen stood near the American-Canadian border. He saw as the Canadians were closing off the roads, and there were patrols wherever the roads didn't reach.

Allen grew enraged. This just made things harder for him. Yes, he really wanted to hurt Matt, but not because he was a traitor. He wanted to hurt him because Matt didn't tell him about the other world.

He agreed with the South on one thing. He was tired of the Europeans and Asians calling all the shots. He wanted to be the new superpower. But he would need land and resources, and he was under the impression that he would be able to use Canada's.

Apparently not.

Mexico knew of this side of him, and she had agreed that the two would become superpowers together, sharing resources among each other. He had hoped to rope Canada into it as well, and then their entire continent would become powerful. Since they didn't need to share their continent between so many Nations like the Europeans, there was more power in it for them.

He wanted the lands of the other world, but he would need to bide his time. He couldn't attract the attention of the Northern Powers. That would not turn out well for him.

He had noticed the lack of reflection in the mirror, and came to the conclusion that Alfred was in their world. And if he could get his hands on the pork chop, his land would double, and he would have double the resources.

And there were two possibilities of where Alfred would be. Either with the Southern Powers, or in Canada.

He had worked decades to have the other Nations underestimate him. He was violent, and he was a masochist. But people didn't realise that he was a scheming genius.

He would find a way to get to Matt's house, and then Canada will belong to him. And then he'd make sure to get Alfred as well.

Alfred had claimed to be the hero. Well then, that made Allen the villain.

…

Matthew sighed as he was pulled along by Francis. While he liked the attention, he didn't really appreciate being dragged along the entire mansion just because Francis was curious about what he would look like if he was a woman.

Although the thought did come up a few times…

Francis dragged him through a door, towards a living room, and they found Arthur.

…But she wasn't alone.

Alida was there, along with Luis and Miguel, and on the couches were the unconscious bodies of Anika, Roberto, Fletcher and Jett.

"What happened?" Matthew asked.

"Deathplayers," Alida explained. "I'm waiting for Ricardo, and then we're going back to our own world. We just came to drop off the Venezuelas."

Matthew tilted his head to the side. He couldn't recall ever seeing the other Venezuela at one of Matt's meetings before.

"What do those bloody gits want?" Arthur whispered, looking at her former colonies.

"Angleterre," Francis said, her former exuberance gone, "I know this is perhaps the worst time to ask for this, but Wales mentioned something about a mirror that shows whatever it is you want to see?"

Matthew sighed. Francis still didn't let that go. But to his surprise, Alida perked up at this.

"What exactly does that mean?" she demanded, looking at Arthur.

"It just shows random things that you want to see," Arthur explained.

"I think something like that can be quite useful, don't you think? Especially since Mahesh can't see Raj in the mirror."

Everyone else's eyes widened at that revelation.

"I think I know where it is," Arthur said. "Come along then. France, you're a genius."

Francis beamed at the praise of her rival, and Matthew sighed.

Wait until Arthur found out why Francis wanted to see the mirror in the first place.

…

Matt had finished all of his calls, and was now watching what was happening with Matthew. He supposed that he shouldn't find it strange that Alida and Ricardo were on the other side.

Every now and again he would hear a scream coming from Alfred and he would chuckle. The American had seriously underestimated the horror movies of their world.

It was people's favourite genre, which was unusual in and of itself. As a result, the total number of horror movies outnumbered all the other genres. And their horrors were a lot better than horrors in the other world. He had seen through the mirror whenever Alfred would force Matthew to watch a horror with him.

Of course, considering that the only ones he targeted were poachers, a lot of the Canadian horrors would feature revenge against the poachers and hunters. As a result, his horrors were considered tame compared to some of the others…

…

Philippines had gone to check on Kasem. When she saw how her fellow South-East Asian looked like, she felt a burning rage that she had a hard time controlling.

Yanna had long dark brown hair that was a few shades shy of being black with a sampaguita tucked behind her ear, along with honey-coloured eyes. Her skin was slightly tanned, and she wore a simple red shirt with a printed sun design, blue jeans and white shoes.

"Are you feeling alright?" Yanna asked.

"Yeah," Kasem said, smiling slightly.

She sighed, taking out her cell phone.

"I'm calling Vietnam," she said.

"What? No!"

"And why not?"

"I… I don't want to worry her."

She stared blankly at him for a few moments.

"I'm calling her," she said, rushing out of the room where Kasem wouldn't be able to follow. Not in his condition.

…

The Southern Asians had returned to Mahesh's home, where they waited for any news from their leader.

Cheskka kept her eyes focused on the Japanese girl, who appeared to be very nervous. Ironic, in her opinion.

The Filipino had pitch black hair in a low bun, with reddish-brown eyes. She wore a simple black dress, similar to what Hien and Mingyu wore, which provided a stark contrast to her pale skin.

The Southern Asians turned their attentions to their other guest, whose phone had gone off. The Vietnamese woman frowned as she answered the call.

"Philippines, what is it?" she asked, and Cheskka arched a brow while a few of the others glanced towards her.

They watched as Lien frowned, her face grim. Kiku also watched her.

"I see," Lien said, her voice cold. "And when was China going to tell me? Or Taiwan? I see. Thank you for telling me. Goodbye."

The Vietnamese woman hung up the phone, glancing around the room, gaze briefly lingering on Gan before her eyes found Kiku.

"Is something wrong?" the Japanese asked.

"Philippines just called me to say that Kasem was hurt," Lien said. "Badly."

"What?!" Gan demanded, and Cheskka assumed that Kasem was the other Thailand.

"Define 'badly'," Hien asked.

"Several broken bones," Lien said. "All done one-by-one, as a form of torture."

Kiku was upset, and Gan was furious, but Cheskka had another question burning in her mind.

"So, what's the other me like?"

…

They had settled for dinner, the day mostly stressful for many of them. Many Nations were subdued due to the fact that India was still in danger, and a few were concerned for the four unconscious Nations.

And of course, America was in the other world, which made the meal that much quieter.

Malaysia looked around, spotting the injured Thailand. He also spotted the other Venezuela, and many of the others avoided him. England, France and Canada were missing, though, as well as most of the Micro Nations.

Akmal sighed, running his hand through his short, dark brown hair, his hazel eyes downcast. Things were a little stressful, weren't they?

The Malaysian jumped when he spilled some food on his blue baju melayu, and frowned at the inevitable stain. He was just relieved that his black trousers survived.

He looked around, hoping no one saw his embarrassment when he froze.

Nigeria was looking around the table, his eyes unusually sharp. Almost like an eagle.

Akmal shuddered, and looked at the other Africans. Each of them had similar looks in their eyes. Eyes that reminded the Malaysian of animals…

Animals searching for prey, or on the lookout for predators.

…

Amin patrolled the perimeter of Mahesh's estate. He didn't want anyone to sneak up on them. With the North becoming bolder, they needed to be on the defensive.

The Malaysian had shoulder-length black hair that was always messy, with red eyes. There was a large scar on the right side of his face, extending from the corner of his lip to his temple. The scar stood out clearly on his pale skin. He wore a simple black suit, designed to look stylish, yet still give him mobility.

He heard a snapping sound, and immediately turned his attention to that direction…

Only to come face-to-face with China.

Before he could make a sound, Xiao had wrapped a hand around his throat, cutting off his air.

"There's no need for that," Xiao said. "I just want to know if India's home."

Amin glared, and Xiao sighed.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," the Chinese man said. "Could you give him a message? Tell him that if it's a war he wants, a war he would get. And he shouldn't expect little Raj to make it out alive. You should see the look in his eyes. He almost looks like you when I found out you tried to help Taiwan and Vietnam escape."

The grip tightened, and Amin started to struggle.

"The magic trio are working on a way to synchronise the pain of the counterparts," Xiao continued. "So if I want to hurt you, I just have to go to the other side and find the other Malaysia."

Suddenly, the grip was relinquished, and as Amin fought to regain his breath, Xiao completely disappeared from his sight.

'This is not good,' he thought. 'I've got to call Mahesh.'

…

Jett groaned, opening his eyes. He found himself in a dark room, and he was lying on something really uncomfortable. After a moment, he realised that he was lying on a couch, and that there were three other Nations in the room with him, all of them waking up as well.

His chest still hurt, but for now it was better. He could breathe easily.

It would still take a while before his parliament building was restored, but that wasn't his main concern.

Why did the Deathplayers attack?

…

Bruce had gone to the mirror to check on Jett, and was happy to see that his counterpart had woken up. Nodding to himself, he decided to check on the map. They needed to work from the closed-off borders if they wanted to conquer more lands of the North. It was time for the South to rule the world.

…

After their dinner was finished, Leon offered to help wash the dishes. Some of them made dinner, others cleaned up, and some of them would be too injured to do anything.

That's how it worked.

He didn't like how it had been going, and he really hoped that they would be able to find a way to stop anyone else from getting injured. And then there was Raj to worry about.

Hong Kong knew India from their days in the British Empire, and they had grown somewhat close during that time. The fact that he was now out of their reach was upsetting to him.

He also didn't like the idea of Raj being where Kaoru would be able to hurt him.

…

Kaoru was on his way to the other India's room, with Duncan accompanying him. Xiao had had a turn, Hyo Soo had had a turn and Kyo had had a turn, and now it was his turn.

The reason why he brought Scotland with him was simple: he needed someone of larger build. And the Scotsman was the friendliest person, other than Sweden, that he could ask. But to get Sweden away from Finland would have been too difficult.

As the two stopped in front of the door, Kaoru felt a sense of giddy excitement. Reaching to turn the key, he opened it to find Raj curled up in the corner.

He stepped into the room, a smirk growing on his face. He brought out a lighter.

"It's my turn to play," he said, flicking the lighter and allowing his face to be illuminated by the weak flame.

…

As promised, Arthur knew where to find the mirror, and she, Francis, Matthew and Alida watched the scene through it.

And Arthur had never felt so enraged before.

The other Scotland had restrained Raj, while the other Hong Kong grabbed his tongue, forcing it out of his mouth, and flicking the lighter underneath the muscle. Arthur felt her longer nails digging into her palms.

"Mon dieu," Francis whispered. "We need to save him."

"I know," Alida said. "Ricardo went ahead with the Micros. As soon as they find which room they're keeping Raj in, we'll get him out."

"Let's just hope we're not too late," Matthew whispered as screams of pain echoed through the room, coming from the mirror.

…

Oliver grinned as the cupcakes were removed from the oven, Sigurd and Marius at her side.

All that was left was the icing, and then they could see exactly how delicious Raj's blood was.

…

Alistair sighed as he accompanied Ferdinand back to the 'puzzle room', as he had dubbed it. He could see that the Venezuelan had another urge to paint, and he couldn't exactly object.

He had taken it upon himself to try and figure out how the paintings connected to each other, and what kind of story they told. So far, he had managed to figure out what each of the Deathplayers looked like before they became what they were now. He also managed to figure out that Matthew's invisibility was their plan, and so was their meeting of their counterparts. He couldn't help but think that this was the most complicated game of chess he had ever seen, with a third colour making up the pieces, using black to attack white, but at the same time not being on black's side.

As Ferdinand started to work on the newest painting, Alistair turned his attention to the one that had been finished earlier.

An avian creature, with a crumpled form at its talons. Upon closer inspection, the Scotsman came to the conclusion that it was Austria.

He shuddered at that. Someone had to tell Hungary, and she would be beyond enraged.

…

Duncan smirked as he heard the Indian's screams. He had hooked his arms underneath the Indian's, making it impossible for him to escape. The previous sessions he had with the others also made this easier.

Kaoru tugged the Indian's hair, pulling his head back, and the lighter was lit underneath Raj's chin. This earned some more weak struggles, but it was obvious that the Indian was getting tired of it all.

Duncan knew that his brother – uh, sister – was making cupcakes with some of their prisoner's blood. And he was curious to taste it.

…

Will glared at the sweets, feeling absolutely nauseous. He had tried to eat it all, and when he couldn't and had to stop, he would find himself at the bathroom later, vomiting blood. And so he would pick up another piece of diabetes and chew with slow jaw movements.

He noticed that the poison of the metal would leave him alone as long as he ate something loaded with sugar, and the moment he stopped, he would be forced to run.

He had no idea how much more he would need to eat, and frankly, he didn't care. He just wanted to relax.

He was suffering from a sugar rush of sorts, but it would be kept back whenever the poison would take over. It was getting really annoying.

He couldn't even sleep it off. He had tried, and it didn't work.

There had to be another way to do this.

…

Connor smirked, poking his head into the kitchen, and seeing all the colourful cupcakes.

"Oh, Connie," Oliver said, giggling. "Come and taste how an Indian-flavoured cupcake tastes."

"Thank you, Ollie," Connor said, before taking one of the colourful cupcakes and biting.

His eyes widened a fraction. Something about it was wrong.

"What is it?" Oliver asked, seeing Connor's expression.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "Something just tastes… wrong. It's not the cupcake itself, but rather… I think there's something wrong with India's blood."

And Monday I start university once again. But I won't allow myself to fall behind. It might just take longer to work on the other stories I want to start as well. By the way, does anyone know a good mafia story? Doesn't have to be a fanfiction. I just need to get the feel of a mafia-style.

Oh, and I decided to share something with my fellow authors. It was an exercise we did to combat writer's block. Write down sixty random words on a piece of paper (preferably nouns), and when you get stuck, look at a watch, and whatever the minute is, try to include the corresponding word into the story. For example, if the time is 17:07, look at the seventh word on the list, and try to incorporate it in your story. In the exercise, I got Mexico. It's a fun way to get the creative juices flowing.