Dudes. I don't own Hetalia. Why would you even think that?

BY THE WAY! I don't know which one I've been telling you is 2p!America, but I may have been switching off, so I'd like to say, both Allen and Jackson are 2p!America. Sorry about that.

A black light engulfed them, startling them out of their conversation. Alex's voice cackled, and Alfred couldn't help but to snort. The black light fazed little bit and there was a pause. "Did.. You just snort? At me?"

Alfred tried to contain his laughter, but failed. "U-um... Yeah, dude. You cackled. That is SO cliche. Like, seriously, man. I never knew Oliver was the stereotyped villain."

The light fazed again. "What is wrong with you?! I am not!"

Alfred raised his hands in the air and smirked. "Okay, whatever you say. You didn't have to get defensive."

Allen gave him a glare that should have shut him up, but didn't. Alex growled, "Why does Arthur love you? You're an annoying brat. My Alfie, however, is worthy of love. And I fully intend on getting him out of you, Allen."

Oliver's face paled. The thought of an Allen like Alfred was... Not appealing. "Britain... Loves me?"

Oh, crap. Britain hadn't told Alfred, yet, had he? Allen hit him over the head (weakly, of course). "What did you think? Oliver and I l-l... Liiiiiiii-... Ke. Like. Each other. Why would that change for you two?"

Oliver sighed. While America normally had no trouble confessing and stuff, it had taken Allen several years PLUS an oppertunity to rape him before he finally admitted his feelings. Alfred pouted.

"How was I suposed to know that? For all I knew, it could have meant that Iggy hated me!" he whined.

"Oi! Bloody wankers, pay attention to me! I'm a part of this conversation, too!" Alex whined, his menacing voice not so menacing anymore. Allen suddenly furrowed his stupid eyebrows and looked around. They were in a room. It was just a black room, with no end or begining in sight. In fact, all they could see was each other. Alex, the house, the forest, they were all gone.

"Where are we?" he asked, "And where's Germany and Canada?"

The only reason he remembered the Canadian nation was because he remembered all too well what happened last time. He hadn't been able to walk for a week. And, personally, he blamed Alfred for him being so fucking weak. Seriously, he had inhuman strength while Allen barely had enough to pin someone down.

"What? There's mooooore?" the voice groaned. "Dang it! I promised I'd relax this week! Geez!"

He almost sounded... Like an annoyed teenager. And everyone noticed. In fact, Oliver had come up with a plan. He grinned, finally figuring out where they were. How had it taken him so long to figure it out? "Alex?"

"No."

"What- you haven't even heard me out!"

"I don't need to! You're just going to scold me about how I'm a horrible person and all that bla."

"No, I intend on keeping you distracted while in reality you're being tied up."

"What?!" he screeched. Almost instantly, everyone was back in reality, on the floor. They were gathered together and Canada was sitting next to them, fanning them with a large leaf.

"M-maple! Are you guys alrigh-"

"DUDE! How had you known we weren't in reality? Where were we?" America cut him off. Allen cringed, as if waiting for something to happen as he looked at Canada, who sighed and went to sit in an emo corner.

"Easy enough." Oliver replied. "The room that we were in is the same room I murder people in my dreams in. That meant that we were in my head, or rather, Alex's head."

They stared at him for a while, Oliver smiling creepily (not unlike Russia, in case you were wondering.). Allen was the first to recover. "So.. Why did you tell him that he was being tied up? How had you known?"

Oliver turned to Matthew. "Canada, where's Germany?"

"U-um! You noticed me! Maple! Well that was unexpected, eh, Kumajittio?" he asked his small polar bear, Kumajiro. He ignored the, "Who're you?", and said, "Germany went inside to look for Arthur and the little girl."

Oliver smiled. "Just as I thought! By now, Germany should have found him and proceded to tie him up."

Allen smirked, rubbing Oliver's head and messing his hair up. "Wow! You maaged to figure that out before me! Good job."

"Poppet, don't make me hurt you."

The hand was lowered and put back in his jacket. Alfred smirked, running inside and looking around for Arthur and the former Nazi. He found them in a bedroom, and, sure enough, Arthur was tied up, screaming profanities.

They sat there, rather awkwardly, as Britain continued to scream. Neither really wanted to touch him, to be honest.. He was really creepy. Soon, Oliver, Allen, and Canollies walked into the room. Oliver looked at his 1p for a second before crouching down next to him.

"Alex?" he asked. The screaming stopped, recognizing his former master. (Not)

"Whaaaaaaat?" he sighed, dragging the word out.

"All you want is to be with Alfie, right?"

"N- T-that's none of your buisness!" Alex blushed. Allen wondered what Oliver was getting on about.

"But you can't because you switched minds with Theodore and can't see the 2ps' instincts."

"So?"

"So, instead of asking for help, you go on a rampage to bring them out."

"Is this conversation getting anywhere?"

"Yes, just hear me out." Oliver paused, as if waiting for Alex to tell him to shut up. That didn't happen. "I could send you back into my head, and you could be with him. You can't honestly tell me that you'd rather be in Arthur's head. Sure, he's weak and easy to control, but he won't kill, will he?"

A moment of hesitation. "..No. He won't."

"Will you accept my offer? I'm getting kind of tired of having Theodore in my head, Alex. I'm about ready to kill him." another sweet smile. Alex smiled. Secretly, he had missed being in Oliver's head, but he was too proud to ask to go back.

"Sure thing, peasent. Since you asked so nicely."

A few hours later, once all the magic and stuff was prepared, Oliver warned Germany and Alfred to leave the house and go do something for a few hours, though he didn't tell them why, and they did. He patted Allen on the head. "Thiat was probably the last time you'll be able to top, Allen." he admitted.

Allen sighed, knowing that that was true. "I'm aware."

"I'll be out in a few minutes. I should have enough control to get out of the country before I want to kill people again."

"Got it."

A few minutes later, they evacuated the house, leaving an unconcious brit tied to a chair in the cellar. A few hours later, Alfred and Germany got back to the house and found it empty. They also found a note stuck to Arthur's forehead: 'Next time we meet we'll be enemies.'

As Arthur openeed his eyes, he was met with the sight of Alfred glomping him to the floor. "Britain, don't bother pretending you don't remember your role as the U.K."

Arthur stared at him, then looked around the cellar, blushing. He had been caught.. Darn, now his fun was over. He noticed Germany leave the room. "What the bloody Hell happened?"

"Oliver put Alex back in his head and you got Theodore back. They left a note saying that next time we meet we'll be enemies." Alfred said seriously.

"Oh." regardless of all the bad things he had done, Arthur still felt a little sad that he would have to fight his parental figure. Well, what used to be his Dad. Now he was his worst enemy. He smiled softly, Alfred smiling back, and they left the house, all bad memories forgotten.

"Oh, hey, dude, I never figured out what happened so that you were like you even when you were a human and your ties to your country were erased." Alfred said. "What happened?"

"You'll never know."

Oliver and Allen sat admist a plane full of dead people. Oliver had gone on a rampage in the middle of the flight and killed everyone while Allen brought the plane down in the middle of a forest so they wouldn't crash, the pilots dead. Oliver walked into the room and smiled at Allen, who returned it.

"So sorry about that, my timing was a tad off." he grinned. Allen shrugged.

"It happens." he kissed Oliver, half expecting to get stabbed, half hoping he would still be able to top. Oliver smiled again and kissed back.

Allen's eyes widened as he was slammed into the wall. Oliver said, "Something I wasn't incorrect about?"

A pause. "You never topping again."

Allen rolled his eyes. "Glad to have you back."

"Good to be back."

Well, I felt like I built that up and then died at the end. A fail ending, sorry.