Greetings!

Wow that was quick on requests! AWESOME!

Ayumi Kudou - Yes! I am more than happy to fulfill your request :D Interesting pairing you have there (I like it! it challenges my creativity! hmm... as I am typing this down I think I may have the prefect plot for them)

ZodiacDOG101 - I'm glad you like my story! ... wait a minute why do you look so familiar? (squints at name)... I KNOW YOU! thanks for stalk- uh following this story too! (JK about the stalking but really, THANKS for the following my stories! (and faving this one) you are the best!)

Mystery fan - Wow, just wow! That is the longest review I have ever received :P (Which is excellent since I like requests of all sorts that are within reason) and so for you comrade I shall write it!

Random Person - That request ... I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! :D I'm SO writing that one down! (but after Ayumi and Mystery Fan since they had requested first)

And with that sorted we can now continue from where we left off ...

'Whew,' you exhaled entering the kitchen again. Looking down and you froze. Blood.

Eyes darting around the kitchen, you spotted the owner of the blood.

The Prussian was leaning against the sink holding a bloodied cloth to his face.

'Y-you alright?'

He gazed at you with his purple eyes, 'Ja, got into a fight for defending Vash,'

You bit your bottom lip before heading straight to a drawer looking for the first aid kit.

'You don't have to help _,'

You froze.

'H-how do you know my name?' he shrugged, 'The other me… Gilbert remembers you.'

You slowly nodded, 'Yeah… but um, how?'

He again shrugged, you proceed to help bandage the large cut on his arm. 'I can vithdraw some memories from the other me as vice versa,'

You nodded, finally understanding what Oliver had said before. 'Ok… but I'm still a bit confused though um…'

'It's Gil, it seems from vhat I can recall is that vhenever the other me drinks that drink, I come out from it… the drink is like a drug.'

Again you nodded. 'You mortals are fine drinking it but for us vell…' he cleaned off the rest of the blood with his towel.

'Ve become the darker or opposite of ourselves…'

'How long would this last?' You asked putting the first aid kit away.

'A day or two at its most, but I vould recommend you to go home, it's too dangerous for you,'

You nodded heading towards the hallway, Gil grabbed your shoulder. 'Not there, the vay you came back from,'

You frown, 'But there's two of them outside…' he sighed, casting the bloodied cloth aside.

'Give me a minute and I'll escort you out.' You couldn't help but smile, you kinda liked this guy, he seemed nicer than he's normal egocentric self.

The door to the hallway swung open as a blonde in a red coat came in, the thought of running over to hug Matthew disperse when you realized he looked different too.

Well for one thing, he didn't smile at all, in fact he glared at the two of you as he came in, his red sunglasses sat on his tied long blond hair. He folded his arms and leaned against the fridge door.

Gil moved closer to you, watching him intently as "Matthew" stared at you, his cold purple eyes betraying nothing.

'Hmmph… You're all good in my books, call me Matt.' He said turning and opening the fridge door taking out a Canadian beer.

Gil still watched the Canadian warily. Matt's eyes darken as he growled, 'And don't forget it,'

Slamming the fridge door he walked back out into the hallway.

You turned to look at Gil as he replied, 'That isn't the vorst,'

He took out his whip as he opened the door for you, 'Vell, ve better get you out of here,' you agreed with him.

Sure you was curious what they were like but after seeing only a bit convince you that if you stayed any longer you might not survive the next day.

'So why does that drink effect you guys?'

Gil shrugged, 'I vouldn't know, the chemicals they use perhaps?'

'Hmm…'

Gil place his hand out to stop you. At the front gate stood two figures.

'But it's only Feli and Lovino?' You whispered to Gil.

He nodded, 'Ja but the other them are really dangerous,'

You titled your head in confusion, you could never imagine Feli as dangerous, Lovino… maybe but Feli? The lovable Italian?

'So what now?' you asked as you turned back towards the garden.

'Ve go the othe-' Gil fell forward as you glanced back, Ludwig laughed at his brother as Kiku, the one that tripped him, stared at Gil picking himself up.

'The he-'

Gil grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the way as a knife flew by where you were, seconds before.

Without wasting a second, you ran down the other path with Gil.

Feli's dark laughter echoed behind with the other three nations.

'Totally freaking out right now!' you squeaked when the two of you stopped somewhere in Alfred's 'little' garden.

'Ja, you are very lucky I vas with you or else…' Gil stopped as you almost collapsed, all the color drain from your face.

Your hand gripped the end of the bench as you sat down. I could have died… The both of you warily skimmed the surrounding area as the sound of footsteps approached.

'Aww! but-a we were just getting started,'

Gil pulled you into the huge maze with him. This! you thought dashing besides Gil, Is why I don't GO to parties!

'Come-a back guys! We wanna have some fun!' Feli called from behind.

Swiftly turning right, you glanced behind to see another knife logged into the hedges.

Gulping drily you let Gil drag you through the maze. The sounds of pursuing footsteps began to cease, bad news was that you beginning to run out of breath.

'Ve can't stop! This vay!' the exit of the maze loomed ahead, your lungs screamed for air.

Gil grabbed you bridal style and dodge another knife that flew by, looking over his shoulder you could see your pursuers catching up.

'Verdammt my vhip! ... nevermind that! ve need to get back inside!' Gil dashed out of the maze with you.

He turned sharply left and hid in the bushes, the pursuers ran pass and into the next set of maze.

'What do you mean?' you asked.

He let you down, 'Follow me,' puzzled, you did as he said.

He opened the side door of the green house, you enter before him and toppled to the floor.

'Ve mustn't attract them or ve vill be done for!' he hissed, helping you up from the floor.

Carefully jumping over the fallen flowers pots, you proceeded through the green house.

You couldn't shake that feeling of almost dying. Sticking close to Gil, you scan the dark surroundings on the way to the cellar door.

'Verdammt,' he cursed, 'You have a hairpin?'

Passing it to him, he lean back down and started to pick at the large padlock.

'So what's the plan?' you asked, watching him slide the cellar door open.

'Get in,' he gestured. You frown but did as he said. Closing the door behind, he pulled you after him.

'So?'

He stopped. Your eyes adjusted to seeing the outlines of the cellar; ornaments and boxes were littered about.

'Vell, the plan I have at the moment to keep you safe is hide until its over...'

'Can't I just, you know, get my car and drive off like we originally plan?' Gil scoffed.

'And let them loose into town after you? Do realise that you would endanger innocent bystanders with such a careless act?' You winced.Maybe Gilbert is much more likable than this guy...

He sighed, 'We should keep going before they find us.' you nodded, tailing after him.

There was only one word to describe the living room. Chaotic. Some poor nation was pinned to the wall with daggers.

Others were playing strip poker where a certain Canadian was winning while some were already knocked out on the ground, whether from the drinks or something else was unclear.

Hiding behind Gil, you passed the room and up the stairs.

Is that (f/n)?!

Your dearest friend was pounding on the door to another room, yelling incomprehensible things. Gil grimaced, indicating that he understood what (f/n) was saying.

Tugging at you, he opened one of the doors at the far end of the hall. 'Let's stay here for a while.'

The room was massive. Alfred wasn't lying when he said everything was big in his place.

Gil locked and barricaded the door. You yawned before jumping on the soft bed, making yourselves comfortable.

'So-' you started.

'You should be fine in the morning... I can feel the effects going,' He joined you on the bed.

'Now get some sleep.'

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his demand. 'You know if you were Gilbert, I would punch you right now for being in the same bed,'

He smirked. 'But I'm not him.'

'... Fine then but if you start invading my vital regions, I'm getting a restraining order on you,'

'Even though I saved you?'

'Yep.'

He chuckled before turning away from you. Eyeing him warily you keep to your side of the bed.

Yawning again, you could feel the exhaustion from running around seeping in. And almost dying, you corrected tiredly before giving into the demands of sleep...

You woke up with a start.

Looking around you relaxed back into the bed, looking to your right, Gil- uh, Gilbert was not next to you neither was the barricade on the door.

So was it real? Getting up, you headed downstairs, the party decorations sprawled around the room.

Carefully maneuvering around the remaining sleeping party-goers you looked around for existence of anything to indicate what you saw last night.

You sigh in disappointment, maybe it was really a dream? You shook your head. An idea popped into your head as you headed to the fridge.

'Yo _, dude!'

You slowly turned and relaxed.

'Alfred!' he looked at you weirdly.

'You alright? It's just me dude,'

You smiled rubbing the back of your neck, 'Yeah, I know.' He laughed. 'I thought you went home, didn't know you stayed,'

'Yeah,' you nervously laughed. Alfred opened the fridge door.

'I take it that you enjoyed the party, dude?' You shrugged, trying to catch sight of you wanted to see.

'I guess…'

'Great!'

He slammed the fridge door. 'Because you are going to come to the Christmas party I'm throwing!' You sweat dropped as he fist pumped the air.

'Uh, Y-yeah maybe …'

He pouted at you as you made your way for escape, 'But you didn't play any of my games!'

You waved from the doorway. 'Well, I shall see you around!'

'Does that mean you're coming to my Christmas party?!'

You got into your car and sighed. A Christmas party? Heck I barely survived this party! The hell I will go to the next one, regardless of whether it was a dream or not!

You drove away as Alfred watched.

Arthur joined him at the doorway, 'Think she knows?'

Alfred shrugged. 'Probably,'

Arthur patted his back, 'Knowing you, you will still drag the poor lass to that party of yours.' '

'Heck yeah Iggy! No one says NO to my party invitation!'

Arthur sighed, irritated at his nickname, 'At least she'll be more ready next time around…'

'And _ has the AWESOME me to protect her!'

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose.

'Always eavesdropping?'

'Kesesesesesese! You just can't handle my sheer AWESOMENESS!'

Arthur rolled his eyes before looking at the strange can in Alfred's hand. 'You're not planning on drinking it again are you?'

Alfred laughed but didn't answer.

Where did these bloody drinks originate from? The embody of England pondered, even this he did not know. Surely the same goes for the rest of the countries, right?

Right?

And there's the end to my interpretation of '2P' Hetalia!

I hope they weren't too OOC (Original Hetalia I mean, not 2P)

Woot! And now I can get to work on the requests YAY!

Also

Verdammt = Dammit (well that's what Google tells me but it if it's wrong, do tell me :D because translation via Google seems ... questionable)

but anyway

Peace out!

CommandoCherry signing off!