I heard the floorboards creak in the old house above my head and a few moments later Ian came walking down the stairs casually. More years had passed; I stopped trying to keep track of the years a long time ago. There was no daylight in the basement for me to judge how many days had passed or even whether it was day or night. I only had a vague guess as to how much time had passed based on my own internal clock and how frequently Ian visited me…

Ian gathered his 2p uniform from the chest and carefully dusted off the tiny box containing his black scarf. It was obvious that he didn't like impersonating me, that he missed just being a 2p. But of course his ambitions wouldn't allow that.

"I came here for two reasons, actually. First, I might be needing these sometime soon," Ian said, holding up his uniform and the box containing the scarf, "Second, I would like to ask you a question. You will answer, da?"

"You know I have no choice," I said. Ian's lips didn't twinge in the slightest, but his face was smiling, I could tell.

"After the meeting today, the other countries were discussing their 2ps. I snapped at them when I was asked. I couldn't 'flirt' my way out like I used to do with China. I'm afraid they may have become suspicious. I need to resolve this at once."

"W-well, you can't bring it up again. If… if they really are suspicious then it'll come up again, and when it does you need to be as calm and charming as possible. Smile more. Apologize for snapping. Tell them that you really don't have a 2p, and you were just bitter because-"

"But China will know that it's a lie. If China betrays me, it's all over. I need something that China will believe."

"Oh, okay… Tell them that you and your 2p got into a fight a long time ago and he ran off. You never saw him again and you're still bitter about it because you thought he was your friend…"

My words hit a little bit too close to home for me. My eyes began to tear up the slightest bit while Ian just rolled his eyes. Although he seemed pleased with the story and left me alone again. I cried a little bit for what seemed like the first time in ages, because I HAD truly believed Ian was my friend… I had talked with him about all the other countries, my sisters, everyone. And now he was using me against them… it wasn't fair.

A few weeks later Ian came back down the stairs, dragging behind him a familiar face. My eyes went wide as his head clunked against each of the steps and he was chained up beside me. Oliver had obviously drugged him as he was still groggy and his eyes never completely focused on anything.

"Now, little not-a-country-" Ian started.

"Hey!" The Teutonic Knights interrupted rudely, causing him to be smacked across the face with Ian's metal stick.

"Don't interrupt me while I'm talking!" Ian snapped. I watched as true fear crawled up onto The Teutonic Knight's face. Clearly he didn't know about Ian, and that he'd never seen this side of "Russia" before. I had seen this play out a million times before with 2ps and micronations, but this time, it was The Teutonic Knights…

I watched helplessly as he was tortured mercilessly by Ian and Oliver- who came into the room later- as the two of them desperately tried to kill him. Eventually the two of them left the room and left the poor Teutonic Knight alone. His violent screaming died down to harsh sobbing before finally he went silent. He looked up to examine his surroundings; he obviously noticed the bodies and… parts of bodies hanging here and there. He looked sick. He hadn't noticed me yet, and finally I made myself known.

"Teutonic Knights?" I called out. He glanced at me with a surprised look on his face- I couldn't blame him; I wore the same face of the man who had just tortured him and pretty much said that he was going to kill him.

"Don't be afraid of me," I said to him, "It's been a long time since I've seen you…"

"Who… who are you," Teutonic Knights spluttered out along with some blood.

"R-Russia… or at least I used to be. Ian is Russia now."

"Ian?" Teutonic Knights asked, blood dribbling down his lips. I gestured to where Ian and Oliver had left.

"The one with the outrageous pink hair was Oliver, Ian's partner. Ian is the one impersonating me." I explained.

"Why?"

"He wants the 2ps to gain control over the nations. He doesn't think we're able to handle it. So he's looking for ways to kill off nations. He can kill micronations and 2ps so far, but he's had no luck with full nations, so you should be safe, Teutonic Knights!"

"Yeah, well, I've got bad news for you. I'm not a nation anymore. I'm not even The Teutonic Knights. I eventually turned into Prussia after the Prussian's overthrew The Teutonic Knights. And after that things started going downhill. The only reason I'm really still around is because of my younger brother."

"Holy Rome?" I asked. Prussia twitched as if a nerve had been struck.

"N-no… Holy Rome is… The Holy Roman Empire fell… a long time ago. I meant Germany. I'm alive because I joined with Germany."

"Oh…" was all I could say. A lot had happened since I had been imprisoned. I considered asking how long it had been but Ian and Oliver returned…

((Sorry for the long wait, I actually had most of this written out already, but stuff happened and I couldn't finish it. But anyway, this is the last of the flashback chapters. Now you know everything. And soon you'll find out if Ian's plan succeeds. Will the 1p nations fall, dying like mortals at the hands of the 2ps?))