Dedicated to CaioFromItaly for inspiring me to do something great. *Robs a bank* See? Great. Sorry I haven't updated this in a while…. #WRITERSBLOCK 1987! Here you go! I own nothing besides the plot and computer!*Goes back 3 chapters to see what to do… Too long...* –HetaliaRules111
I promise to make this as long as usual… 500-600 words!
3rd Person POV:
America woke up in extreme pain. He was pinned under a large boulder and couldn't move. That was, until a Germany lookalike stood by the boulder and threw it off (with a little effort), grabbing America by his arm, he dragged him to the base. He had fallen unconscious in the rubble of the portal building after it exploded. The young nation was being dragged along and had soon reached their base. The Germany from this realm (nobody knows that this is 2p Germany in the story…) chained America next to the counterpart and left. Allen was awake and eyeing the; now bandaged and clean, nation with a skeptical look. It was almost unreal to see cleanliness in this hidden chamber.
Allen POV:
About an hour later my 1p started to stir uncomfortably in the chains. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Looks like the blinding did a number on his eye. It was red and grey, red due to blood and grey due to being exposed to too much light at once. Ever since we started this operation I have known it would have come to this. In fact, the contract read:
Participants of this contract are entitled to the representation of the operation. Participants must be present at the beginning, middle and end. If for any reason, said contract is broken or updated, one participant will be entitled to extraction and will be put on the enemy's side. Any 2p who has a problem will be enlisted to tell the head of this operation personally. The beginning will be the choosing of a subject in which will be chosen by Chief Executive Operator. The 2p in which their 1p is chosen will be chosen to submit the most damage unless furtherly instructed differently.
Signature:
I was the only one who had read the fine print. It was a decision of mine, but I didn't know it would lead to this. I didn't know it would lead to turning against their own. I mean really. I know that the head of this was paid to have this done to me. To us. To two of the 4 personifications of the United States of fucking America. I have met my 3p and 4p before. It was horrible. One was all punk and the other was depressed, similar to my 1p; only it shows. He is a real bummer. I mean come on! He never smiles! I don't even think he eats… I've heard that he is anorexic, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I had gotten off topic. The fine print said:
The 2p nation with the 1p under a strict regimen will be entitled to any backfired operation mishaps and all pain will be equal between 1 and 2p.
I knew it! It said that and when America was hauled in I was really skeptical, despite the conditions he still gave a witty comment about feathers. Yes, feathers. I was confused too... When he was saved they gave me an option of death or torture. Knowing my family would kill me if I died, I chose the second option. Heh, I even put up a fight. I am sure that black eye will be emitting quite the pain. I just hope my allies actually care enough to come and help me. Unless it's been them the whole time… Then fuck. I am so screwed.