Quick Author's Note before we begin, because we wanted to say that we are sorry for this chapter taking a bit longer than the others to be released. We hate writing fight scenes so we kept putting it off. Sorry about that.

~MentalMeles

Chapter 4: 2P Invasion

An hour or so had passed since The Dinosaur Incident(™) and the nations were back at trying to think of a plan, with little to no success. Germany had thought of just attacking their 2Ps and be done with it, while Japan wanted to negotiate with them peacefully. Alfred, however, thought that Japan's plan sucked and wanted to go forward with Germany's. Arthur, of course, agreed to everything Alfred said, because of their love or some shit and the other nations were getting kinda tired of it.

France and Spain, on the other hand, had their own matters to deal with. After ugly crying for the past hour due to The Dinosaur Incident(™) and the loss of their dear friend, France and Spain now stared up at the gaping hole in Arthur's ceiling in sad silence. It had seemed that they would've stayed that way forever, until Spain suddenly broke the silence.

"So, what do we call ourselves now? The Bad Friends Duo?" He asked.

"Now that just sounds silly," France answered. He paused to think before continuing. "Maybe we should just get a new member."

"Okay." Spain looked around the room until his eyes landed on one person in particular. "Hey, Romano!"

"No!" Romano yelled from across the room.

"But Lovi!"

"'But Lovi' my ass!"

"Damn it."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Allen and Matt kicked the door down. Allen raised his bat up into the air and began to shout. "Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground!"

Spain pointed at them. "How about one of them? They could be part of the Bad Friends Trio."

"Shut up!" Matt yelled. "Now everyone get down, or we'll bash your heads in!"

"Wait. Who are you again?" Alfred asked, pointing at Matt.
Matt groaned. "Matt! My name is Matt!"
"What?"
"You know what!? Just shut up, okay!?"
"Well excuse me, princess." Alfred said as he got down on the ground.
As Matt rolled his eyes, a group of men walked into the room from behind him. The 1Ps, now down on the ground, all gasped in dismay as they realized that their counterparts had found them. Even the stoic Japan seemed surprised. Then, when the final 2P walked into the room, Arthur's eyes widened and he gasped again.

"You!" He shrieked dramatically.

"'Ello, poppet!" Oliver waved cheerfully.

"Well, well, well, well, well…well. Look who it fuckin' is," one of their counterparts said as he stepped forward.

"Is that…?" Germany whispered, stealing a glance of Italy.

The man looked almost exactly like him, except everything about him seemed...darker. His eyes were a startling shade of magenta and he had a darker tone of olive skin. He also wore a brown military uniform, including a dark cap with a purple feather sticking out of the top. He held a knife in his hand as casually as a student would a pencil. The biggest difference between them, however, was the unsettling aura Italy's counterpart gave off. It sent chills down Germany's spine.

"Looks like everything is finally in order to begin our plan," the 2P Italian said with a smile.

China raised his hand. "You mean the one to take over our world, aru?"

Italy's 2P then froze. He groaned and slowly turned to the other counterparts with a scowl. "Which one of you idiots told them?" In a blind panic, Oliver began to hum really loud as he looked around the room with wide eyes and Italy's 2P facepalmed. "Can someone slap him for me?"

Allen smiled and slapped Oliver so hard that he fell to the ground, whimpering. The 1Ps couldn't help but wince.

"Ow! There's no need fer such 'arshness!" Oliver cried.

"Oriver, we're riterarry here to kirr them." The man who looked an awful lot like Japan said.

"That's besides da point, Kuro."

Italy raised his hand. "Um… Why though?"

"Because we want to take over your world? Duh, silly." The man who was dressed strangely fashionable for a mass murder chimed in.

"Okay, so why do you want to take over our world then, you-?" Romano stopped, a puzzled expression on his face. "Shit, you're not my 2P, are you?"

"Aww, Lovi! You're so cute even when you're evil and trying to kill us all!" Spain cooed.

"Spain, now is not the time." Russia sighed.

"For once, I agree with Russia..." America said.

"We want this world because ours is hell. Our governments are flawed, you don't matter unless you're a man and part of the majority, and we're constantly threatened with nuclear war and annihilation because some of our bosses are overly sensitive dicks." Allen said.

"That sounds a lot like our world though…" Canada whispered.

"Well, it's worse!" The counterpart that resembled the late Prussia said.

"Uhh… Are you sure about tha-?"

"Enough talk!" 2P Italy interrupted. "It's time to end this once and for all!"

As their counterparts began to make their way towards them, Italy began to cry and wave a white flag.

"White flag! White flag, see!? See!?"
Germany quickly moved in front of the frantic Italian. "Italy, stay behind me!"

"Which one!?" Romano cried from the opposite side of the room.

Before Germany could reply, 2P Italy threw a knife his way. He was barely able to dodge it in time. As the knife penetrated the wall, 2P Italy quickly ran at Germany. In his hand was another knife. Italy cried out and Germany moved back in front of him. As he got ready to fight back, however, he found himself hesitating. Seeing his opportunity, 2P Italy sliced at Germany. He ripped through his shirt and gave Germany a long gash across his chest.

"Germany!" Italy cried.

Meanwhile, Prussia's 2P had backed Matthew up in a corner. Sweat dripped down his face as the 2P withdrew a sword. He raised the sword above his head. Matthew gasped and closed his eyes.

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" A voice rang out.

Matthew then felt someone squeezing him. He opened his eyes and saw that it was none other than Matt.

"This one is off limits!" He cried.

"Ah! Stop it!" Matthew protested.

2P Prussia watched the scene unfold with confusion. "What the fuck?"

From the other side of the room, Alfred saw that Matthew was in need of help. So, being the hero and his bro, Alfred began to run over to him. He was stopped, however, by Russia's 2P. He immediately swung his pipe at him.

"Whoa!" Alfred said, dodging the pipe at the last moment.

This, however, caused him to lose his balance and he found himself falling against the wall. Not missing a beat, 2P Russia swung his pipe down at the American. Alfred's eyes widened and he braced himself for the impact. But it never came. To his surprise, Russia had blocked his 2P's attack with his own pipe. Alfred felt his heart skip a beat as his face went hot.

"Wow!" He said with stars shining in his eyes.

"HEY!" Arthur screeched in the distance.

"Go! China and I will hold them off!" Russia shouted to the others.

"Rearry? You'd do that for us?" Kiku asked with disbelief as France helped Alfred, who was still starry eyed, to his feet.

"Yes, aru!" China chimed in as he held his fists up."Don't you know that everyone needs a little RoChu in their lives!? Now, go! Hurry, aru!"

"Goodbye, Russia. China. We shall always remember you." France said.

"We're not dying, aru!"

France shrugged. "Eh, you never know."

With that, the remaining 1Ps ran out of Arthur's house. They all scrambled into his car, somehow managing to fit. Arthur quickly put the car into drive and sped away. As the rest of the 1Ps escaped, Russia and China were instantly defeated and bound to chairs in the closet.

"Huh. You know, that was truly unexpected." Russia said, looking down at his ropes. "I mean, what were the odds of that happening? The two of us losing against eleven of them? This is officially the worst plan we have ever come up with."

"Well, I thought you would have defeated them with your super strength or something! Remember in our movie where those aliens invaded and you sent them flying by only touching them with your hand? What happened to that, aru!?" China screeched.

"I guess the authors underestimate my strength."

Meanwhile, out in the living room, Italy's counterpart was berating the other 2Ps.

"You idiots! How could you let them escape!? We were this close to getting rid of the important nations! Now who knows where they could've gone!?"

"Luci, Luci, calm down." Germany's counterpart said.

"Don't call me that, Lutz! And don't fucking tell me to calm down!"

Suddenly, Lutz picked the smaller nation up and began to hug him. "Now, now, Luciano. Mediate with me. Ohm...Ohm...Ohm."

Luciano flinched at the unwanted attention, but, with time, his breathing gradually began to slow down and he became calmer.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, you can put me down now." Luciano grumbled.

"No, wait." Lutz whispered as he hugged Luciano closer. "Just a little longer."

Instead of giving in, Luciano slapped him. "Ow!" Lutz said as he rubbed his cheek.

"Alright, first things first. Since we lost our 1Ps for now, we can proceed to phase two."

"You mean the plan where we disguise as them and take over their countries?" Romano's 2P asked.

"No, the plan where we get spaghetti and sing show tunes!" Luciano jeered. "Yes, the plan where we take over their countries!"

"But...Are we actually gonna get spaghetti after this plan?"

"You know what, Flavio? Just shut up. Now, everybody get in my car! We're going to the mall!"

"But, Luciano-?" Flavio began.

"GET THE FUCKING FUCK IN MY FUCKING CAR!" Luciano yelled as he pointed to the door.

The 2Ps grumbled a bit before walking outside and getting into Luciano's car. Back in the closet, Russia sat around being Russian while China was looking for a way out.

"You know, I've realized something."

"And what's that, aru?" China asked, bracing for the worst.

"I've realized we're not as close as we could be and since we're not getting out of here any time soon, I say we bond a bit. So, what was it like raising the Asian countries?"

"Hell."

After some debate of what to do next, France suggested that they went to his house. Arthur protested, of course, but Matthew was able to calm him down. So, they made their way to France's home. When they finally arrived, France smiled.

"Finally! I'm back home. This calls for a fashion montage!"

Before the fashion montage could begin, Arthur smacked him upside the head.

"No!"

France frowned and pulled out his keys. After finding the right one, he unlocked his door and opened it. What awaited them on the other side, however, was France's 2P. A cigarette hanged from his mouth and he had a gun.

"Bonjour, bitches." He said.

Before anything else could happen, France immediately shut the door. The 1Ps stood in silence for a hot second before Ludwig suggested they went to his house instead. After doing so, the gang triple checked the entire house for any 2Ps and found none. So, the nations settled in, albeit with a hint of anxiety. As they did this, Ludwig excused himself. Thirty minutes later, he came back with a crate with enough guns for everyone.

"Aw, hell yeah!" Alfred said as he took a pistol. "Next time, I'll be able to take on that Commie no problem!"

"Oh, like that's the only thing you want to do with him." Arthur muttered.

"Wha?"

"NEVERMIND!" Arthur said as he marched off with his own gun.

Ludwig sighed and fell back into his armchair. He then pulled out a familiar object.

"What have we gotten ourselves into, Herr Shtick?"

"Hey, Germany? I know that this probably won't make the situation any better, but do you want me to get you a beer?" Feliciano asked.

"Sure, that sounds nice." Ludwig admitted as he put Herr Schtick away.

"Okay!" Feliciano happily walked off into the kitchen.

France, however, began to sniff. "PRUSSIA LOVED BEER!"

Spain and France then began to weep uncontrollably at the memory of their dead friend. They then hugged and continued to cry in each others arms.

"Guys, he died rast chapter. You two need to move on." Kiku told the duo harshly.

"Shut up, man!" Spain cried out. "You don't know what it's like to lose a friend!"

"Don't take it out on Japan! It's not his fault the authors are making him out of character!" France sobbed.

Spain and France then continued to hug and cry. Kiku rolled his eyes and got out his book of anime doodles. His doodles were that of the 1Ps, including himself. Out of all of them, only one of the doodles was crossed out. It was a doodle of Prussia. Kiku frowned and crossed off the doodles of China and Russia, as they were no longer with the group and were probably already dead.

"Fucking westerners…" He mumbled under his breath.

Suddenly, there was loud banging on the door. Everyone froze. Feliciano, who just came back with Ludwig's beer, screamed and dropped the bottle.

"You guys hide and I'll shoot!" Alfred said as he pulled out his gun.

Everyone quickly darted to their respective hiding places. Alfred gulped, cocked his gun, and slowly approached the door. A drop of sweat rolled down his cheek as he grabbed the door handle. He took a breath and swung it open, only to reveal none other than the Nordics.

"Oh my gods! That was close!" Iceland panted heavily.

"The Nordics?" Lovino asked, poking his head out from behind a chair.

"What are you guys doing here?" Matthew asked.

"People! Look just like us! But scarier! Two something! Want to take over the world! Coming to kill us!" Finland cried frantically.

Sweden shut the door and put his hand on Finland's shoulder. "C'lm d'wn, m' w'f'."

(Translation: Calm down, my wife.)

"We came here because your house was the closest to Denmark's." Norway said to Ludwig. "Plus, the authors think we're awesome-"

Spain and France could be heard sobbing from the other side of the room.

"-and they wanted us to join you guys on your journey to save the world." He finished.

"Gosh darn it, Nor! There's no time to explain things!" Denmark yelled. "Everyone go back to hiding! I'll keep 'em busy and-"

Before Denmark could finish his sentence, the sound of a gunshot tore through the air. The room went silent as Denmark fell to the floor, his back bleeding. Everyone in the room gasped dramatically.

"DENMARK!"

To be continued...