Italy drove back to his place with Luciano in the passenger seat and England in the back seat. Not a word was spoken the whole way there. When Italy pulled into the driveway, he got out of the car and practically dragged England out. He grabbed him by the arm and led him to the basement in his home.
Just as Italy was about to leave him in there, "Just what do you plan to do with me?"
Italy smirked, "Absolutely nothing, as long as you are quiet, I will give you whatever you ask for. Just until we decide to reveal ourselves to the rest of the world. Just be a good boy and you'll be out of here in no time." He was about to leave but then turned around to say one last thing, "Being good also includes doing whatever we need you to do." With that he spun around and left.
Italy walked into his living room where Luciano was waiting for him. "So, as we capture nations, we can bring their 2ps into this world." Luciano said, "Is there anyone you want first?"
Italy thought for a moment as he sat himself down across from Luciano, "America, it's not that I want this 2p, but I want him out of the picture. He could be a real threat later on if we don't pin him down now."
"I suppose that makes sense..." Luciano thought, "There's a problem though, while Oliver looks a lot like your England and can blend in well, Al looks almost nothing like your America." Luciano pointed out, "Al has brown hair and sunglasses and I understand that your America is blond with reading glasses."
"I suppose he can say he's trying a new look." Luciano was not quite convinced. "In my world America is an idiot so it is the kind of thing he would do."
"Fine," Luciano tried to begin thinking of a plan but was unsuccessful, "So, how are we going to capture him?"
For the next hour they created a simple yet effective plan that would lure America into their grasps. After that they went to be to prepare for the World Meeting the following day.
Oliver woke up early to be the first one to the meeting. Italy had called him last night and told his the plan. He had full intentions of fulfilling his role and running the meeting like normal, so he wouldn't draw attention to himself. When he got to the meeting place in London, he began making coffee and tea, as he was told to be Italy. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down, waiting for everyone else to arrive.
By now, Japan, China, Sweden, Liechtenstein, and France had arrived. Oliver tensed up slightly as Italy told him that he had to act like he hated France. He knew that this would be difficult because he was good friends with 2p France. Luckily for him, all France said was "Bonjour," then he sat down.
Finally, when everyone arrived at the meeting Germany stood up to begin it, "If you wish to speak, you will raise your hand, but not in a way that mocks my countries past. Each speech will be kept under 10 minutes. Our first topic will be Global Warming."
The meeting was quiet at first but it quickly turned into an argument between all of the nations. After Germany couldn't take it anymore, he call a break and most of the nations went to the food table. Oliver walked up America who was now stuffing hamburgers into his mouth.
"So America," He was acting slightly nervous as he was told to, "How would you like you get a drink with me after the meeting?"
America was so shocked that he stopped stuffing his mouth, then a big smile appeared on his face, "Sure thing, England! Wow, it's been forever since you invited me to a drink!"
"Thanks," Oliver went back to his seat and the meeting began again. After two more hours of the nations arguing and Germany yelling, the meeting finally ended.
America and Oliver met outside and (somehow) America was still eating burgers. "There's a new bar by my place that I wanted to try out, you can just follow my car."
"Whatever dude, let's just get some drinks, that meeting was BORING." The two of them drive to the bar and walk in. Immediately, America notices that the bar is completely empty no customers, no bartenders, no nothing.
"Where is everyone?" America asked.
"Oh, well, I know the bartender and he said that we could have the place to ourselves tonight. Hope that's ok?"
"Yeah! I've never been in an empty bar before, this is cool!"
"I'll go get some drinks, what do you want?"
"Just get me anything that'll get me drunk,"
Oliver nodded and entered the wine cellar where he filled one glass with hard beer and another with water. He looked behind him to make sure that America wasn't behind him, then he took a small bottle of clear liquid and put it in the beer.
Oliver came back out giving the beer to America and taking a seat next to him.
"Thanks," America said, he turned on the TV in the corner of the bar to american football and was watching intently. He took a big gulp of beer and Oliver took a sip of his water. "What are you drinking?"
"White wine," Oliver answered.
America's vision started to get blurry, "What did you give me, it's really strong..." He tried to stand up but he began wobbling around.
"Oh, just a drug, you wanted to get wasted right?" Oliver said innocently. America collapsed, he was still conscious though. Oliver smiled evilly, "A drug that knocks you cold."
America's eye's widened just as he fell unconscious. Oliver's smile widened and he walked outside to retrieve Italy and Luciano who were waiting. They were both leaning against the wall and they smiled evilly when Oliver walked out.
They all walked back in and Luciano searched America for his car keys. Italy cuffed him just to be safe and they dragged him into his own car. They all drove to England's house(Italy in his own car, Oliver in England's, and Luciano in America's) and along the way America woke up.
"What the hell?!" He was in the back seat and he look at who was driving. "Italy?"
Luciano kept his eyes on the road, "So you're awake, that was quick."
"Italy, what's going on?"
Luciano got mad at this, "I'm not Italy you idiot!"
America was confused, he checked for Italy's curl. It's on the right side of his head for him to be Italy. "Then who are you?"
Luciano ignored him and pulled out his cell phone.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" America pouted.
"He's awake," Luciano said through the phone.
"Already?" Oliver said. "But what I gave him would knock out a bull for a week!"
"Well it obviously not strong enough."
"Alright, I'll call and tell Italy."
"Ciao."
America stared at him, "What's going on who-ever-you-are?"
"Luciano,"
"What?"
"I got a name idiot and it's Luciano."
"Cool," He said un-enthusiastically, "So what the hell is going on!"
"Damn it! Shut up until we get the England's house!"
"England's house?"
Luciano swiftly threw a knife behind him and it embed itself into the leather centimeters from America's head. "I said shut up," He hissed.
America was taken aback by this and for the first time since he woke up, he realized that he was handcuffed. He thought nothing of it because he knew he had super strength that would easily break the chain. But when he pulled and the chain didn't snap he freaked out.
Luciano noticed this and decided to humor himself, "Incase you're wondering, the knockout drug wasn't the only one we gave you. Oliver made a drug specifically for you, or for your strength anyway." Luciano chuckled and continued driving.
America was absolutely stunned. He didn't say another word the whole way to England's house. He continued to stare down at his hands that wouldn't do what they could have done just an hour before.
Luciano was the last to get to England's house so America could see Italy and Oliver leaning against the wall, waiting. Italy? England?
Luciano got out of the car and opened the door for America. This was the first time that he got a good look at Luciano's face, he was shocked when he saw how much like Italy he looked. His heart sank when he saw Luciano dropped a knife out of his sleeve and into his hand before pulling him out of the car. Luciano held his arm and lead him over to the other's.
America was beyond confusion at this point, "I-Italy?"
Although he was addressing Italy, Luciano responded, "I thought I told you to shut up." Luciano pushed the knife into America's back and he winced. He was mortified, for the first time in his life, he was afraid of something, or someone that is. They brought him to the portal and Oliver checked it to make sure it was still working. When he nodded Luciano, still holding onto America's arm, tried to take some blood from him but he flailed around, avoiding the knife.
Italy soon got annoyed and pushed America to the wall as he had done to England and hissed at him, "Quit fucking around and hold still." There was hatred in Italy's eyes and this made America freeze up in fright. Italy removed a knife from his own sleeve and sliced America's flesh open. He winced and almost fell when Italy let go of him.
Italy put the blood into the portal and waited for their next recruit to arrive. America slid down the wall and sat with his arms around his knees. He stared at nothing, still trying to comprehend what had just happened to him.
Something coming out of the portal caught his attention, he looked up and stared at him coming out of the portal. Well, at least it looked mostly like him, he had shades in his dark brown hair and was wearing his aviator jacket and a white undershirt.
Once he was out of the portal he said, "Sup, dudes."
"Hello," Oliver said brightly.
"Good to see you, Al, this is my 1p, Feliciano," Pointing towards Italy who was smirking, "And this is your 1p, Alfred."
America immediately got his voice back, "Why are you calling us by our human names?"
This obviously displeased the 2ps, "Because I can." Luciano hissed.
"Damn," Italy said, "Calm down, Luci, he can't help being stupid."
"I've noticed," He mumbled back.
Al walked up to America studying his 1p, America retracted slightly in fear, "This is who I have to be? Shouldn't be too hard."
"He's not normally like that," Italy said, "I'll brief you on it later. For now, do you think you can find his home?"
"I should be able too."
"Good," Italy tossed him America's keys, "And remember, you dyed your hair while you were drunk and you thought the shades suited the hair better."
"Got it," He began to walk out of the room, "Peace out, dudes."
"Ciao," Italy said, "Ok, now Oliver, I'll call you later, stay here for now. Luciano, grab him, we're going home." Luciano nodded and lifted America off of his feet. They brought him to the car and put him in the back. Italy got into the driver's seat and Luciano in the passenger's.
Sorry if America is totally out of character but i think that anyone who experienced what he did would act the same. And I'm sorry but it get's worse later on. Also, in case you were wondering, I don't plan for this fic to have a happy ending. Hehehe... Review!
