Korea left the Guangzhou hideout and was sent off by Dark Japan, who watched him leave until he was out of sight and around the corner.

As far as Korea knew, the plan was that he would head to Europe. However, instead of stopping by Liechtenstein, he would go back to headquarters and hopefully get some help. America had said that he would give Korea three days and then he would break out of his cell ("And you better be there with back up or else." America had said, grinning.). Korea's role was to be a messenger for the time being and get help.

"We really need to ask for help a lot, don't we, da-ze?" Korea muttered under his breath as he crossed into India.

The walk back to Germany's was pretty long, even for a country. Although it wasn't as long as if regular people walked it (Korea didn't even think normal people could actually make it), it had taken Korea a full five hours to walk all the way back. He sincerely wished he had found out where Dark America had put their confiscated car keys so that he could drive all the way back, which would only take about an hour and a half to get back to Germany's house.

Once he got to Germany's house, he trudged his way back to the conference room. "Hey, Japan, da-ze!" he called wearily.

Only, Japan wasn't at the computers. Vietnam turned her head slightly to acknowledge Korea. "I'm sorry, but I'm not Japan." she said quietly. She was still bandaged up but it was apparent that she was able to continue her work at the computers. A handful of other nations were in the conference room with her but not one of them was Japan.

Korea decided it would have to do. Slipping into a chair next to her, he groaned about how his feet hurt and how long the trip was. But most importantly, he told Vietnam and anyone who would listen about his story and the situation he was in.

When he mentioned Russia, Belarus (who was a couple feet away from him) overheard and demanded Korea where he was.

Korea opened his mouth to tell her but Vietnam gave him a fierce look and shook her head 'no'. "Finish first," she said.

It took Korea a couple of seconds to get it; if he told Belarus, she'd dash over to Guangzhou and recklessly look for Russia. But something about Belarus made Korea wonder if she could really last in there by herself, but then shook his head when he remembered how many doppelgangers were there in the first place, and not to mention Belarus's own doppelganger as well.

At the end of his story, Vietnam immediately called for Japan, who was in the kitchen making dinner for the ones back at headquarters. Korea had momentarily forgotten the grim situation when Japan stepped into the conference room with an apron. He had to bite down on his tongue to prevent from laughing like an idiot.

"Japan, can you make new trackers for everyone?" Vietnam asked.

"Well, of course, but why?" Japan asked, glancing from Vietnam to Korea, who grinned maniacally at Japan's apron.

"Dark Estonia's trackers send signals to the doppelganger's computers." Vietnam said gravely.

Japan understood right away. "I see. Is that all?"

Vietnam thought over it. "If I think of anything I'll tell you. I think Germany should know of this as well, but he's in bed right now-"

"Is he sick, da-ze?" Korea asked.

"Beer," Vietnam replied stiffly.

"Ohh...da-ze."

Japan left the conference room and Vietnam left the computers to find Switzerland to tell him about Liechtenstein's whereabouts (his tracker told her that he was somewhere in the library). Korea peeked at the computer screens and glanced around the room.

Belarus was glaring at him for not telling her where Russia was; Korea would have guessed that she'd pounce on him if it wasn't for Ukraine holding her back while cheerfully making small talk, even though it was all one-sided.

Japan returned after ten minutes with a food cart and naturally, the countries in there swarmed around the cart, taking a plate of their choice. Korea appreciated the thought that Japan made kimchi for him; it had been a while since he last had kimchi. He felt energized and ready to go back to Guangzhou after the meal, but when he thought about it, he would rather sleep first and then go back.

Japan noticed this and said that he should go ahead and sleep.

And that's what Korea did.

He only meant to sleep for a couple of hours so that's why he was stunned and alarmed when he woke up to an early morning. He leaped out of bed and dashed to the conference room. Bursting through the double doors, he shot glances around like crazy, wondering what time it was. Was it six in the morning? Seven? Eight? He honestly had no idea, but even so, he knew that the day before counted as 'Day One'. There were only two more days left until America would break out; in order for America to escape the hideout completely with everyone else was if Korea came back with back up, and if there was no Korea and no back up, then they would be in trouble.

But apparently Germany must have recovered from his migraine ("I was not drunk," he said roughly. "I only had a headache. I was still sober.") and heard the story from Vietnam. Korea was greeted by a group that consisted of Japan, Denmark (he had been found and was fully recovered), Switzerland (he was outraged by the fact that the doppelgangers planned to get rid of his little sister), Belarus (she was there for Russia and that was that), and Hong Kong (who knew the Guangzhou area pretty well seeing that he was right next door to the city.)

"We still have another day but let's go to China today and then go to Guangzhou the third day." Japan said thoughtfully.

"When all of the nations have escaped, then you must destroy that hideout." Germany growled. "Blow it up if you must, but don't you dare make a mess."

"I wonder if the doppelgangers will blow up with the hideout..." Denmark mused. "Awww, but Finland said that they'd heal. Never mind."

"You're going to blow the hideout up, da-ze?" Korea asked excitedly. "I want to watch! Who's going to do it? Can I? I really want to, da-ze."

Germany coughed into his fist. "Is your military ready then?"

Korea clicked his tongue impatiently. "Well no, I just now learned of the plan, da-ze. Silly you."

Korea scooted out of the way from Germany's range just in case he pulled the German's man last straw, and even though Korea knew that Germany didn't drink his beer with a straw, he knew that taking Germany's last straw was not a good thing.

But Germany didn't snap; instead, he placed a hand over his face while gritting his teeth. Vietnam gave Korea a weary look and he knew that she was asking him telepathically to go contact his military to make arrangements.

Springing to his feet, Korea saluted everyone in the room dutifully and said, "Leave everything to me, da-ze! Besides, escape plans originated in Korea, da-ze."

"Just go." Germany snapped.

America hoped that Korea had gotten back to Germany's safely. It had been exactly three hours and four minutes (and twenty-three seconds...now twenty-four) since Korea had last stopped by to announce that he was leaving (not that America counted the time go by-okay, yes, he did). To be honest, he was starting to have second thoughts on whether he really could escape.

"Of course I can, I'm the hero." America laughed to himself, but his laugh faltered after a second when another wave of doubt hit him. "But there's more than one hero." he said, trying to reassure himself using Canada's words. "If I fail I can count on the others, right?"

But even if he could there was still Russia. Korea said that Russia was bound up, but America hoped that Russia could find a way to free himself; he knew that Russia was a tough nation. "Well, maybe 'tough' is an understatement..." he mused to himself.

America glanced up at the doors as he heard the first two doors slide aside. The third door opened and America held his breath, wondering if it was Dark America again.

It wasn't.

It was Dark Vietnam.

She gave him a loathing glare and America flinched nervously. He had a feeling that it was her turn to get a crack at raising his hatred level, and he knew exactly what she was going to talk about.

Dark Vietnam walked up to America, her red eyes examining him. "You're not in your straitjacket." she said in a low voice.

America shook his head. "No," he said quietly.

Dark Vietnam's dark eyes pierced his. "I see." she whispered.

And then she moved. America took a step back in alarm, spinning around to watch her slip behind him. That was a mistake; she caught him in a headlock and forced him to the ground. America was mercilessly slammed to the cement and he felt his glasses fall off again as well as his teeth sinking into the insides of his mouth. Blood flowed out of his mouth and he spat it out, only to have more blood flow back in.

Though America was face down, he could tell that Dark Vietnam was enjoying his suffering. He could feel her eyes pierce holes into the back of his head and he suppressed a shudder.

"America's hatred has been here a few times, am I correct?" she asked, amused.

America couldn't say anything; instead he spat out another mouthful of crimson blood.

Dark Vietnam smirked. "My turn."

Austria groaned and didn't bother to do so in an aristocratic way. "Two of them?" he asked furiously. "To think that one was troublesome but two...two!"

"Hey Austria," Cameroon said. "Which is more annoying? Two Prussias or Italy's intonation?"

Austria scoffed. "What intonation? I think wrong notes are still rather irritating-"

"I'm sorry Austria!" Italy cried quickly.

"But two Prussias is even worse." Austria finished, sending the Prussias a tiresome look.

"Hey!" the two Prussias snapped. "I'm just too awesome for you!"

"Oh great, they even say things simultaneously." Austria groaned.

The Prussia on the left pointed to the one on the right and said loudly, "Do you really think he looks like me?" the Left Prussia asked furiously. "No one, and I mean NO ONE, can imitate my awesomeness."

"Are you kidding me?" the Right Prussia scoffed, batting away Left Prussia's arm. "Your awesomeness? It's mine you bastard."

Austria looked between the two griping at each other. The real one had been digging a tunnel underground so Austria tried to find any speck of dirt on who he hoped to be the real Prussia but to his dismay, the Prussia doppelganger must have known the real one was underground because both of them were filthy; they both had streaks of mud across their skin and their clothes even mirrored the other.

"Gilbird, can you find the right one?" New Zealand asked the small yellow bird in the cage.

Gilbird tweeted once and hopped down from its perch in the cage. New Zealand bent the small bars back and Gilbird flew out, hovering over both Prussias.

Both Left and Right Prussia glanced up at the bird and reached out towards it, cooing. "Come here Gilbird, I'm the real one." they both said. Then they looked at each other and growled, "No, I'M the real one!"

But the others still had their eyes on Gilbird. Gilbird circled around both Prussias for a while and then returned to New Zealand, perching on his head while cocking his head in confusion. New Zealand sighed. "Not even he can tell the difference."

"So now what?" Cameroon asked. "We can't just take both of them to Germany's; we'd be leading the doppelganger to the others."

"Yeah but he'd know Germany's house already." Malaysia said pointedly. "If we weren't here he could have already gone in the first place."

New Zealand reached up to his ear piece nervously. "Why don't we call Japan?" he asked in a low voice so that neither Prussias could hear him.

"Go on then." Austria said.

Only, Japan wasn't the one who answered. New Zealand was greeted by Vietnam. "Oh, Vietnam." he said in surprise. "You're feeling better?"

"Better than before." she said. "Uh, what's going on?"

And so New Zealand explained the situation about the two Prussias and how they weren't able to tell them apart. As he told their side of the story, the Prussias were trying to convince the others that they were the original.

When New Zealand stopped talking to listen to Vietnam, he walked towards the two Prussias while nodding. "I see, okay then. Thank you."

"What did Japan say?" asked Cameroon.

"Japan wasn't there. Vietnam was." New Zealand said casually. He reached both Prussias and cracked his knuckles. "Let's see here..." he eyed them both carefully.

Both Prussias stared blankly at him. "What are you doing?" they asked indignantly.

"Please don't take this too seriously." New Zealand said.

"What-" Both of the Prussias were cut off as soon as New Zealand slammed his fists into both Prussias' faces. They stumbled backwards, a giant red swelling spot finding a new home on their faces.

Malaysia and Cameroon exchanged excited glances as Italy cried out in alarm. "Whichever one heals immediately is the doppelganger." Cameroon said.

Everyone watched as the Prussias sent an angry glare at New Zealand, who backtracked back to the group. Then they watched the red, swelled up area on Right Prussia's cheek disappear within seconds.

"You." Cameroon said to Right Prussia, drawing his gun. He wasn't sure exactly how strong Dark Prussia would be but he figured that with the real Prussia with them, it shouldn't be to hard.

"What about me?" Dark Prussia asked, wiping the smeared dirt from his face. "Are you all here to praise my awesomeness? That'd be great, you know...it's been a while since I've been recognized as a nation..."

The real Prussia shot a nasty look to his doppelganger. "Hey, listen you! I'm the awesome one, not you. Now why don't you just go back to where you came from, huh?"

Austria sent Prussia a cool gaze. "If you think about it, that is a very stupid question."

"Veeee..." Italy glanced back and forth between Prussia and Dark Prussia. "So...what do we do now?"

Cameroon looked at Italy. Sizing him up, Cameroon said, "Flee, Italy. Run back to Germany's house. I bet they're all waiting for some people to return. We'll handle things here."

Italy looked bewildered. "Wha-? No, no! I can't leave by myself! What if they catch me again?"

France chuckled weakly. "With your speed I highly doubt that..."

Italy latched onto Cameroon's arms and tugged at it like a child would do to a mother. "But, but, what if something bad happens here?"

"Like hell I'd let that happen!" Prussia shouted angrily. He ducked out of Dark Prussia's grip and swept his leg underneath Dark Prussia. Dark Prussia jumped into the air and dodged it. Dark Prussia landed lightly on his toes and lunged to tackle Prussia. As the two tumbled to the ground, Cameroon and New Zealand rushed forward to help but Prussia growled at them ferociously not to help. "This is my damn fight so leave, damnit!"

But they didn't leave. Not all of them; Malaysia was arguing briefly with New Zealand that he should stay but New Zealand mentioned that France should get treated right away. Malaysia realized that he was right and also convinced Italy go return to Germany's.

Italy sent several nervous glances back behind his shoulder as they fled the scene, leaving Austria, Cameroon, and New Zealand to stand there helplessly as Prussia and Dark Prussia fought. They couldn't tell who was winning; they lost track of who was who. One of them, whether it was the real or fake, was severely injured while the other barely scratched.

For the first time, Austria sincerely hoped that Prussia would win.