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Hart: This Chapter begins literally where the last one ended, so you've lost no time.

Raindrop: It took me rereading the previous chapter to figure that out.

Both: We own nothing but the girls that represent the states.

NINA POV

I was taking in the looks of the countries around us. Germany was blushing a little and Italy had a small yet noticeably devious smile on his face. I saved the question on my mind about that for later seeing as Antonio had tapped me on the shoulder. I should have known by the look in his eyes he was up to no good. he said,

"Is that true mi pequeño numero de tomate dos?" Romano started laughing as I stood there bewildered and blushing to high heaven.

"Because if it is then I would most definatly like to try, "he continued, in almost a purr. I was yoinked* back behind the wall my sisters had formed. Antonio… I mean Spain just arched an eyebrow at them. Micky growled out,

"Rayne and I may be sluts when it comes to our boyfriends but that's just it. Nina is the baby and you haven't even asked her out there is no way in HELL that you are getting anywhere close to her without our permission."

"What do you mean sluts!? I'm still a virgin!" Rayne cried out in shock, causing all the nations to look at a Canadian who apparently would have liked them not to have known that.

"And here we were thinking little Canadia was getting some…" Alfred laughed. Rayne growled, and punched our dad in his nose before getting back to the task at hand. I stood by and watched amused as my sisters nodded along with Micky.

Rayne looked to Lilli and Micky.

"Plan Alpha Romeo Foxtrot*" she grinned evilly, the others nodded and on the count of three Micky hog tied poor Antonio and then Rayne put him on a picket like a pig getting ready to be barbequed. Once she was done Micky and Rayne hoisted him up on there shoulders and walked through the backdoor with Lilli walking behind them cackling evilly. The remaining countries looked at me mouths agape. Finally Romano started laughing. He laughed long and hard getting everyone's attention off of me. He had fallen to the ground sometime during my internal rant and was just now sitting up and wiping a tear from his eye almost comically.

"What, the bastard finally got what he fucking deserved," he managed before bursting into maniacal chuckles once more.

I was about to say something when we heard an ear piercing shriek and shortly after it ended maniacal laughter from the three distinct voice ranges of my sisters. The countries looked skittish and about to jump to there friends rescue. America or Alfred proved me right by jumping up and saying

"SOMEONE NEEDS A HERO! I SHALL GO SAVE THEM!" I just looked at him coolly.

"Sit," I said. He gulped and said' "Yes Ma'am"

Iggy looked at me and said,

"While I appreciate you putting America in his place I for one would like to know what on earth your sisters are doing to Spain." A few of the other Countries nodded as well agreeing with England. I sighed and nodded,

"You might want to sit down not for what I'm about to say but because they wont be done for a while. You see since I am the aforementioned 'baby' my sisters came up with contingency plans to keep my 'innocence' intact. They have managed to scare every possible boy who has taken an interest in me before they could ask me out. I've learned to just roll with it because anyone who can withstand them can obviously stand up to my standards," I explained.

The Countries stared at me for what seemed like the thousandth time today. I rolled my eyes.

"Well once you're done gawking feel free to turn your head and attention to the television to watch 'Mama Mia'" I plopped my happy little butt down on the couch between the Italies. There was a knock on the door and when I reached it; it was the Nordics' led by Sweden.

"Abba" was the only explanation he gave but I just nodded and led them to the ridiculously large living room that was playing the aforementioned movie.

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Somehow we went through "Mamma Mia!", "Kickass", "Kickass 2", and "The Parent Trap" before the screaming came from someone other than Antonio. My twin came racing into the living room, and practically pole vaulted over the couch, landing across us lying down. The reason? She had heard the first twenty seconds of "The Princess Bride" from "Texas".

"OOOOOOOH YAY! It's just starting!" Rayne shrieked, bouncing up and down on me and the Italies. Within seconds of her appearance, in walked Lilli, and Micky, bewildered and shocked that she had given up intimidating the Spaniard with them.

"What the actual fuck Rayne?" Micky was beside herself.

"Shut up," was all my twin said, eyes glued to the pixilated screen of the TV. Micky looked to the TV and fumed.

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU STOPPED INTIMIDATING ANTONIO FERNANDEZ-CARREIDO BECAUSE "The Princess Bride" IS ON? YOU HAVE SEEN IT A MILLION TIMES, IT CANNOT PHYSICALLY BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN SCARING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF A NATION!" if there was a grand prize for worst temper, I'm pretty sure Micky would have taken the cake. Lucky for Rayne, someone in the right mind decided to pause the movie, and she whipped out her throwing knives, threw them, and then aimed her gun at our sister who was now stuck to the wall by knives.

"Take it back," Rayne left it clear that there would be no other option.

"And if I don't?" Micky challenged, and my twin just grinned. Ivan got up, presumably to help his girlfriend.

"You try to help her and I'll shoot you. ANY ONE OF YOU," Rayne hissed. Needless to say, Ivan sat down. Somehow a bound and gagged Antonio managed to waddle himself, on a chair, into the living room, and she shot at him, causing a strangled scream to come out of his gagged lips.

"I'm gonna untie him," Lilli announced, before doing so.

"Get too close to my twin, and I'll shoot you, or stab you, or attach you to the ceiling like how Micky is attached to the wall," Rayne warned as Toni stepped closer. He nodded, and she took out another knife and cut the gag that had been made for him.

"I'm sorry, Nina. I didn't mean to cause trouble," he apologized to me, glancing warily at my sisters.

"Good boy!" Lilli exclaimed, as though about to reward a puppy, "Get your prize Toni!" He didn't have to be told twice; he quickly pecked me on the lips, and looked towards the TV.

"ONWARD with the movie!" Rayne declared, and so it happened.

As the final credits rolled across the screen, and my twin gave a satisfied sigh, she stood up and hauled up an Arthur Kirkland.

"OK, wizard. I need your help," she grinned evilly before smiling at me.

Together? Her eyes asked me, and I nodded understanding and matching her evil smile.

"Delta Exigency Rumba ," we said together, as I stood, drew my swords and went on to threaten the nations left on the couch. We somehow backed Arthur into the chair that Antonio had been tied to, and with two swift flicks of her wrist, Rayne had him pinned to it with razor sharp knives.

"Bloody hell!" he cursed, the nations looked uncomfortable, but didn't try to help him, due to my katana blades at their throats.

"Lilli, cover us," I said, she nodded and pulled her guns onto the occupants of the couch as I went to help my twin with the former British pirate.

"What do you want from me!?" he yelped as he found three blades on his body, my swords across his torso, and another knife of Rayne's (where the hell are these things coming from?) at his throat.

"A portal," we said together, and I gave Lilli a signal, and she shot out the light bulb in the room, and the one in the kitchen. The whole room was given an eirie blue glow from the TV. Alfred, Matthew, Feliciano and Tino screamed at the sudden darkness. Even Arthur flinched at how creepy my twin and I were being.

"For what?" the former pirate was weary.

"The letters from our brothers, and a way to send letters from here back," Rayne hissed, drawing the slightest bit of blood from the side of his face.

"Dudes, don't hurt your mom!" Alfred was pleading, I turned around and glared, and he screamed, along with all the other nations. I blinked, and they were still looking at me weirdly.

"What?" I wondered aloud.

"Your eyes ami they changed colors…" Francis sounded concerned. My twin turned around and glared, and I experienced first hand what they were talking about, her eyes flashed, not just in anger, but in a different color, they went from the caramel I was so used to, to a bright vibrant magenta.

"Oh my God!" all the nations were on edge. They knew what was going on.

"What was that!?" I was growing scared for our safety as her eyes slowly faded back to normal.

"What was what?" Rayne was confused.

"I think she just went 2P! like how nations do…" Lilli started to understand.

"Oh no,"

"Oh YEAH!" Micky and Rayne responded at the same time, Rayne with concern, and Micky with excitement. The 2Ps tended to scare myself and my twin, but Micky had some sort of weird obsession with them.

"NO! I don't want an evil clone thing!" Rayne started freaking out, and her aura turned darker, and for the first time in years, I didn't know what she was thinking.

"Rayne, you need to calm down!" Lilli started, noticing my "rough and tumble" twin starting to hyperventilate. Micky was trying to wrestle her way off the wall from the knives, she ended up tearing her shirt, but managed to get to her, just as she started screaming. Time seemed to freeze as I watched the aura around my twin go black. Rayne started screaming bloody murder, and bawling.

"Rayne! Rayne, breathe. Breathe! Rayne Marquez-Camarillo Hardee you need to breathe," Micky was screaming at her, but if Rayne heard her, she didn't show it. Then, suddenly I saw more than her aura around her, I couldn't see the people, but I knew she could, and the auras were all a shade of red with hate.

"Stop!" I shouted, suddenly understanding. Everyone just looked at me.

"She's seeing the dead…" I trailed off, realizing that it had been years since it happened.

RAYNE POV

All around me I was seeing the ancient nations, Britannia, Germania, Rome, Egypt, and Greece being a few, and they were all angry at me, they hated me, because I wasn't a nation, and here I was living with one and claiming to be a part of one. And putting them into danger, my evil clone thing anyway. I was still screaming, and I started clawing at myself, trying to get them to go away.

"Why do you hate me?!" I screamed at them, and they seemed shocked that I could see them, "What have I done!?"

All the present day nations were staring at me like I was insane, and the ancients' anger calmed down a little bit.

"Who do you see?" Lilli asked me, being the first to recover.

"The ancients," I answered without missing a beat. The looks on the countries' faces were priceless, and if I hadn't have been in such a shock, I would have probably laughed at them.

"You mean Germania, Rome, Mama Egypt, Mama Greece, Britannia and them?" Micky needed clarification, and I absentmindedly wondered when she had escaped her knife trap that I had given her as I nodded.

"You're bleeding… oh HELL no…" Micky grumbled and her eyes went from sky blue to lavender in a split second.

"Oh shit…" I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears, not wanting to see or hear what was about to be happening. I felt stomping vibrations come towards me, and "Micky" pulled me up, and ripped my hands from my head.

"Look at me!" she shouted, I flinched, and shook my head. "Rayne Marquez-Camarillo Hardee, you better fucking look at me right now." I could feel the red eyes in my sister's face burning holes into my eyelids, and I slowly cracked my eyes open. She was closer than I expected, centimeters away from my face, I bit my lip and gathered the courage to look her in the eye. Her entire outer appearance had changed. Her hair had gone from an amber light brown to jet black, and her eyes had changed further into a deep royal purple, and her canines ended in an even more noticeable point.

"Micky, I know you're in there… don't let your evil clone thing hurt me… please," I managed to get out. She blinked, not fully understanding my request.

"Even like this, I'm not gonna hurt you… Although that was probably scary to witness," she started, then, the nations started realizing that the "Ancients" were fading into visibility. "I just needed the extra power to make the ancients visible."

Then she turned to the now flustered ancients, and gave them a long, cold, withering look, that made even Germania look like he wanted to go curl up in a ditch on the side of a road. "Why in the fucking name of Sweet Baby Jesus and homemade apple pie would you all be tormenting a state to the point of her injuring herself to try and get you to leave her the fuck alone?!"

Ancient Greece and Egypt at least had the decency to look ashamed, but, Britannia, Germania and Rome, along with Scandinavia and all the other men didn't look to have cared. Then, Britannia opened her mouth.

"You're not even nations. You shouldn't be here in the first place," she hissed.

"Agreed. My predecessors should not have to deal with something as trivial as States or even Provinces!" Germania declared, causing Germany, Prussia, and even Austria to look at him, shocked and ashamed that he would have said such a thing. A warm wind floated throughout the room, carrying along beautiful leaves in shades of gold, amber, and reds with it, while Arthur and Francis paled noticeably, Matthew and Alfred looked to each other with tears of joy in their eyes. In walked a woman. She had sun kissed skin, a dark coppery brown, and eyes that looked like molten chocolate. Her hair was as raven black as humanly, and inhumanly, possible, and she wore no shoes, a deerskin dress, and a beautiful feather headdress, symbolizing her rank not only in any tribe of human, but also any clan of Nation.

"Mom…?" Matthew and Alfred chorused, just seeing her had put them in a stupor. She merely smiled warmly, and the two rushed towards her, changing as they embraced her, they were now in traditional Native American garb of their specific tribes, and had full headdress, war paint and all the ink markings she had given them as mere children. It was the most surreal thing to see them all like that, and Arthur and Francis looked like they wanted to faint, or wake up from a nightmare.

"I can't believe you're really fucking here," Alfred nearly sobbed, holding her close.

"And that mouth came from the damned pirate…" she muttered, sweat dropping.

"Sorry, Mom," Matthew apologized, knowing that he'd get chewed out for his "French" as well.

"Native America… Catori, we thought that…" Arthur started.

"I was dead? That I had, faded, perhaps? And that you had succeeded into sucking out every ounce of my cultures that I put into these boys?" Catori interrupted, "Not a chance you rotten pirate! Nor you, you stinking pervert! I'm alive, and well, and my boys take good care of me now, after they became their own nations and stopped your influence in harming me! Also, what do you ancients have to say for yourselves? Treating not only my boys, but now, my "grandchildren" with such disrespect. What happened to the time in the world where we all respected each other, where everyone wasn't happy, but no one was at war. We traded, we fended for ourselves, but we also became friends. Why would you ancients have any reason to treat any of the fifty states, yes girls, there are fifty personifications, with such disrespect? They all hold people from your regions, every last one of the fifty states and the provinces too! You should be ashamed. Down right ashamed." Every one of the ancients looked towards Catori, Alfred, and Matthew with regret, if barely showing on stoic faces, and then to myself and my sisters and bowed their heads. As Micky's eyes and hair faded back to normal, Alfred caught his breath.

"All FIFTY?" he exclaimed, before his eyes rolled back, and he hit the ground with a thud.

"Fuck… that means I have kids too," Matthew realized, "Well, thirteen and fifty… at least Alfred's the bigger whore." was all he got out before hitting the ground next to his brother. Catori was appalled at her sons' language, and glared at their comatose bodies.

"Such language, boys!"

Mi pequeño numero de tomate dos - My little number two tomato (Spanish)

Yoinked - yanked, pulled, dragged, it's a word that the two of us use.

Alpha Romeo Foxtrot - since "Nina" is reading this story as well, (WE LOVE YOU!) no one will get to know what this secret plan to defend her honor is.

Delta Exigency Rumba - tying up, in this case, Arthur Kirkland, and intimidating him with knives until he agrees to the plan.

Catori - Native America's Human name in this story, it is Hopi for "Spirit"

So, that took us forever.

Raindrop: I'M SORRY! IT'S SERIOUSLY ALL MY FAULT

Hart: For once it's not me! YUSSSSSSS!

Both: Hope you're enjoying! R and R!