Hey, everyone. It's been awhile. Meles and I felt a bit insecure about continuing this, because this remake didn't get as much attention as we hoped it would. Then we decided to continue it, because why not? We enjoy it and that's all that matters. (Plus, it feels like an accomplishment to see how much I've improved with my writing since over five years ago.) Special thanks to Morgan Groen for being supportive! With all that out of the way, we hope you enjoy!

-Free

Chapter 5: The Other Nordics

All of the 1P nations were dead silent as they stared at Denmark's lifeless body. Then, five other men walked inside, one of them purposely stepping on Denmark's dead body. What a dick. Each one had a slight resemblance to the 1P Nordics.

"Well, well, well, well, well…well. Look what we got here," The same man who stepped on Denmark's body said with a smirk. "Not only have we finally cornered our counterparts, but found the important 1P nations too!" It wasn't hard to tell that this was 2P Denmark. He didn't really look that much different, save for a long diagonal scar across his face and red eyes.

"It wasn't really that hard to find them," Another one of them said rather cheerfully. He wore glasses and a neat blue uniform. The scary thing about him though was not his strange cheerfulness or the excitement in his eyes, but it was the fact that he was a fucking ginger.

Hiding behind Norway's look-alike was a lone boy, who was shaking and whimpering quietly. You could only see half of him, but it wasn't too hard to tell that it was Iceland's 2P.

"What the hell!? Why did you kill Denmark!?" Alfred cried. "Now I'm the only awesome one left!"

"Oh, get over it, you nincompoop." Arthur muttered, still salty about Alfred's moment with Russia.

One of the 2Ps shrugged. He resembled Finland, but looked more mad than anything. "From what I could tell, he was pretty annoying."

"That doesn't give you a reason to shoot him!" Alfred glared.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Norway asked. For once, he had actual emotion in his voice. You could practically feel the hatred in it. He was mad.

"How rude of us,"2P Denmark said. "Allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Markell. I represent-"

"Oh God, this again?" Lovino groaned.

"Can we just get this over with and skip to the part where you try to kill us?" Feliciano said, sounding almost annoyed as his brother, for once.

"F'n', f'n', f'n'." The tallest of the 2Ps said. He was also a fucking ginger and with that unholy accent, it was obviously 2P Sweden. "W''ll 'll j'st s'' ''r n'm's 't th' s'm' t'm'."

(Translation: Fine, fine, fine. We'll all just say our names at the same time.)

The 2Ps collectively counted down from three and, at the count of one, said their names at the same time. In theory, this would've been a quick way to learn the names of their assailants, but in the end, the 1Ps had no fucking clue what the 2Ps even said.

Matthew raised his hand. "Uhm… Can you repeat that pl-?"

"Now, that you know who we are, prepare to die!" Markell cried a mighty battle cry and the 2Ps attacked.

Five minutes later, the 2P Nordics were defeated and tied up in the corner of the room.

"Huh. Five against fourteen… Maybe this wasn't the best plan," Markell said as he looked down at his ropes.

"Oh my gosh! Really?" 2P Finland said, annoyed.

"Big brother, I'm scared!" 2P Iceland looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Now, you're going to tell us how our 2Ps intend to take over the world, or else!" Spain demanded.

"Or else what!?" 2P Norway glared.

Spain shrugged. "I don't know. 'Or else' just sounded like the right thing to say."

Lovino facepalmed. "Idiota."

"Do what you want! We'll never talk!" Markell said dramatically.

While Spain literally began to beg Markell for information, Ludwig scanned the group with a critical eye. Within a few seconds, he noticed that one of the 2Ps was shaking. 2P Iceland. He strangely reminded Ludwig of Feliciano, despite the circumstances. With that, he made a decision.

"You!" Ludwig pointed at him.

2P Iceland jumped and began to cry. "No, please, big brother! I don't wanna die yet!"

"You want out?"

2P Iceland opened an eye in surprise. "Huh?

"Would you like me to free you? I promise not to hurt you."

"Germany, what are you doing?" Feliciano asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Yeah, why are you offering to let him go? He's a bad guy!" Alfred said.

"Somehow, I'm not so sure," Ludwig replied. "He seems harmless."

"That's no excuse, potato bastard!" Lovino huffed.

"Look, what if we let him go in exchange for information?"

"What makes you think he'rr terr us anything?" Japan questioned.

"He appears to be the weakest of the bunch. He's scared and doesn't want to get hurt, so I think if we give him an out, he'll take it. What do you think?"

"I guess it's worth a try." Finland said with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Ludwig turned back to the 2Ps. "So what do you say? Tell us what we want to know, and we'll let you go."

2P Iceland blinked and slowly peered at his comrades. 2P Norway shook his head, mouthing the words, "Don't you fucking dare or I swear to God."

Finally, the innocent country turned away from his brother and nodded. "Yeah...Okay."

The other 2P Nordics collectively gasped.

"TRAITOR!" 2P Norway screamed as Ludwig helped him out of his ropes.

"I'm sorry, Loki…" As Loki began to shout out a string of curses at his younger brother, 2P Iceland explained their plan to take over their world. "After our England discovered this world, our Italy devised a plan to invade it and take it for ourselves. But, once we realized that this world had personified nations as well, we knew we had to...get rid of you. The way we understand it, the only way to do that is for a 2P to kill his corresponding 1P."

The 1P countries let the thought sink in in silence.

"What the hell!? That's fucking dark as fuck!" Alfred suddenly cried.

"I thought this fanfic was a comedy!" Feliciano sobbed, waving his white flag fruitlessly.

"OH NO! OUR COUNTRIES ARE GOING TO BE TAKEN OVER BY THE 2PS!" France yelled. "WE'RE DOOMED! ALL OF US ARE DOOMED!"

Arthur grabbed France by the shoulders and shook him."Get a hold of yourself!"

"Oh my gosh!" Spain shouted.

"What?" Iceland asked, suddenly tense.

"Russia and China!"

"So a few weeks back, I was going to the grocery store. I was just being a good little Russian, minding my own business, when Belarus came out from the oranges and proposed to me. No, wait. She demanded that the two of us be wed at once! And I haven't eaten oranges since."

"What are you talking about, aru?" China asked, clearly annoyed.

"I'm telling a story!"

"Why, aru?"

"To pass the time."

"I hate you, aru."

Russia gasped. "No one has ever been brave enough to tell me that to my face before! Do you know what this means?"

"No, aru."

"We're bonding!" Russia clapped his hands with glee.

"Wait a minute. Are you fucking clapping, aru?" China asked.

"да."

"So your hands are free, aru?"

"да."

"They didn't tie your hands, aru?"

"нет."

"You do realize that we've been stuck here for hours, right, aru?"

"Well, excuse me for wanting to bond!"

To be continued...