America wasn't going to lie to himself; he was downright scared. He had spent the last few days thinking about his history and wondered if he truly was that troublesome. At first, when he thought about the Revolutionary War, he had contorted his face at the memory. Then there was the War of 1812; again, he contorted his face. Then came the others wars and scuffles. The Civil War against his brother, the Confederation of America. He didn't even dare think about World War I or World War II. The Korean War and the Vietnam War was also on his list of memories not to think back to.
"America, are you okay? You look sick..." Australia said from the driver's seat of the car.
America glanced at him before breaking into a big grin. "Ha! You kidding me? I'm great! Um, quick question..." He glanced around in the car, peering out the window curiously. "Where are we?"
America, Australia, New Zealand, Spain, and Romano were crammed into one car rolling along streets of a city. The city was deserted like a ghost town. America could have sworn he saw a tumbleweed skip right in front of them.
"We're near Estonia's house right now actually." New Zealand said, pressing his hand against the window.
America's stomach growled. America turned in his seat and gave New Zealand a bright smile. "Ooh! Let's stop by there then! I'm hungry! Maybe he has burgers there!"
Australia gave America a weird look. "Ah, I don't think he would appreciate us entering his house for burgers, mate."
America scoffed and waved Australia's comment away. "I bet you anything he won't mind. Let's go!"
Australia cocked his head at America and then at the other nations in the back seat. Spain only smiled at Australia and laughed. "I don't really mind, but don't you think we should ask for permission?"
Romano scoffed at Spain, leaning back in his seat. "Permission is for losers. Let's just go stop by and get something to eat. I'm hungry too."
Spain raised an eyebrow at Romano. "You just love to crash at other people's places, don't you?"
Australia turned the corner and slowed down when they got to Estonia's house. Then he stepped on the brakes and the car stopped with a small reluctant halt. "I agree with Spain. We should ask Est-"
America was gone from his seat in two seconds flat. Instead of sitting by him in the passenger seat, America bounded towards the front door and flung it open. If the door was locked, it didn't seem like it. Followed closely by Romano, America started to look for the kitchen.
"Estonia has a very clean house." America mused. He glanced into the living room but stopped, performing a quick double take. "Oh? What's this?"
Romano passed America and found the kitchen. "Oi, America. The kitchen is this way." he muttered.
Australia peered through the front door. "Wouldn't it be easier if we just order take-out?"
America didn't answer. He stared at the wall, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Australia joined his side, saying, "What's the matter? What are you looking at?"
America walked over to the wall and crouched down, fingering deep hatches that were etched onto the wall. "How did this get here?" he murmured.
Spain and Romano entered the living room, wondering what America was up to. "Hey, America, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Spain said. Spain was right; America had paled considerably.
"Dude, come check this out." America said hoarsely. At once Spain, Romano, Australia, and New Zealand rushed over and leaned in to get a closer look. "This is exactly like a horror movie!" America added, suppressing a shudder.
"What does it say?" New Zealand asked, coming up from behind America last.
Australia knelt down behind America and read over America's shaking shoulder (America was hugging his knees together, whining that he didn't want to be in a horror movie). "He is...what's that word right there?"
Spain frowned. "That one?" He pointed.
"Idiots," Romano scowled. "It says 'fake'. How lame of you guys. You can't even read!"
Spain held his breath. "Romano...listen to what you just said."
Romano scoffed. "Yeah, what about...it...The fu-"
Spain clapped a hand over Romano's mouth to prevent the word to slip.
"He is a fake...he is a fake." Australia repeated with emphasis. "You don't think-"
"That's totally what I'm thinking..." America muttered.
Dark Canada eyed Germany for a while and then said, "You seem surprised. How foolish; did you think that the prison would really keep me there?"
"How did you-" Germany started to demand.
Dark Canada held a hand up. "Have you forgotten that we can bring hate out in others? It was quite obvious, I'm utterly shocked that you've forgotten." After seeing the unchanging expressions, Dark Canada cracked his knuckles and reached to the side to wrap his fingers around a metal sign post. He flicked his wrist up and the post snapped as easily as one would break off a piece of a pretzel. "The bars were pretty good though." Dark Canada continued, tossing the broken sign away. "That is, for normal people."
"But how did you find us?" Cameroon asked.
Dark Canada gave Dark Italy an amused look. Dark Italy started to laugh; his laugh was very different from Italy's. Technically they were identical but knowing it was not Italy's laugh, something about it made it very strange. "Ve...you haven't realize it, have you?" Dark Italy taunted.
It was also very disturbing to hear Dark Italy use 've', which was something only Italy used. Despite the fact Dark Italy was part of Italy (which Germany still refused to believe) it seemed wrong to hear anyone other than Italy use 've'.
"Realize what?" Switzerland growled.
Dark Canada started to circle around them and even though Germany aimed his gun at him, Dark Canada didn't even show any sing of worry or acknowledgment that he was being held at gun point. Switzerland, on the other hand, threatened Dark Italy, but even Italy's doppelganger didn't do anything but watch as Dark Canada started to talk again.
"Have you ever wondered how you always seem to run into us?" Dark Canada asked.
"Is there even a need to?" Switzerland growled but Germany eyed Dark Canada carefully.
"Have you even considered the fact that we're just as organized as you?" Dark Canada continued. "Or have you even thought about the fact that we could be one step ahead of the game?" He was silent for a while, letting his words sink in. Germany made sure to have his face stoic and stony without any sign of weakness at all.
Dark Canada had orbited around them up until he reached the bodies of the dogs. He nudged them a little, causing excess blood to flow out. "You know something?" he asked casually, as if he was oblivious to the serious situation. "I wouldn't be too surprised if you find out soon. In fact, you did leave him in charge, didn't you?"
Germany narrowed his eyes. By the way they were talking, it was as if they hinted that they had sources. "Leave him in charge, you say?" Germany murmured.
Dark Canada glanced up from the dog corpses and flashed him a grin. "Ah, so you've figured it out?"
A shot rang out and Dark Canada took a step back at the force of Germany's bullet. "Now is that the truth or what?" Germany yelled.
Dark Italy laughed as Dark Canada casually brushed imaginary dirt from his chest. "Ve, Germany, don't you know that we can't feel pain?"
"That's right." Dark Canada confirmed. He adjusted his glasses. "We're only physical forms of hatred..." A smirk played onto his lips. "What an advantage we have, don't we now?"
"Is it the truth or what?" Cameroon asked in a threatening tone, reaching for his own gun. Even though the doppelgangers could not feel pain, it made him feel safer with a gun in hand. Besides, a shot could be the one diversion they might need.
Dark Italy cocked his head and gave him a sly sideways glance. "Why don't you go and see for yourself? Canada...Dark Canada I mean..." Dark Italy threw another smirk their way. "Let's go."
Germany and his men gritted their teeth. Cameroon stared at them with shock. Switzerland and Sweden glared at their backs. "That's it? You're letting us go?" Germany yelled. "What kind of doppelgangers are you?"
"Don't encourage them," Cameroon said with a warning tone. "Giving them ideas isn't going to help at all."
Dark Italy and Dark Canada slowed their pace and glanced back at Germany. "There isn't any point hanging back here," Dark Italy said in a drawling voice. "You are so boring."
Dark Canada nodded. "Besides, if we killed you then we lose someone very strong...Germany, I assume you know who I am talking about."
Germany deepened his scowl.
Dark Italy continued walking. "Ve, Dark Canada, you're right. We're one step ahead of the game."
Dark Canada scoffed, catching up with Italy's doppelganger. "Don't praise them; they weren't even players."