Believe in Me: Chapter 5--Shit Just Hit the Fan

THERE IS CURSING IN THE STORY. NO LIKE, NO READ. PLEASE DON'T BLAME ME, I WARNED YOU

“Where did she go?” Britain snapped, growling as he paced to and from one side of the length of the bench to the next

“How did you get here anyway?” France scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in the bench he sat and watched Britain pace

“Terra… I think that’s her name?” America grinned sheepishly before chuckling “She brought us here, same as you guys.”

“Y-You’re all better then, America?” Canada perked up at this, though a still worried look on his face since they hadn’t found [Name] in hours

“I hope she’s alright.” China piped, frowning as well “She was very nice—aru!”

“Whoever took her will definitely suffer a slow and painful death.” Was Russia’s reply to China, an innocent yet scary grin on his face

Everybody else gulped nervously, flinching away from the Russian

“Bloody hell! Where could she have gone?” Britain gritted his teeth, frustrated

“Nowhere you want to be.” The 1p!Allies turned around to see their 2p!selves, excluding Britain’s which worried them

“What do you want?” Britain growled

“Nothing.” 2p!Canada smirked, scaring Canada “Just here to fucking tell you we have her.”

America flinched, looking rather nervous especially when his eyes met his 2p!self’s “G-Give her back.”

“Don’t be such a selfish bastard!” 2p!America chuckled, his devilish grin only growing wider “We want her.”

“Where is she..?” Russia tried to ask calmly though venom dripped from every word

“With Arthur, of course.” Was 2p!Russia’s calm reply “Though not the Arthur you’re thinking of.”

≧◉◡◉≦ (Somewhere else...)

[Name’s] eyes fluttered open and she immediately sat up only to be pushed back down

“Calm down, love!” The voice, though [Name] hadn’t yet identified who from, chuckled “Don’t get up yet. You’ve been poisoned! I should know. Surprised you’re even alive!”

Looking up, [Name’s] face flushed as her eyes met those of a familiar figure. Oliver Kirkland, from the 2p!Hetalia fandom.

That was, of course, just a fandom name.

“Wh-Who are you..?” [Name] could only stutter, hoping that he wouldn’t hurt her

“Arthur Kirkland, poppet! You?” He replied with a grin, a curious look on her face

“B-But…” [Name] ignored his question, looking away before looking back up at the Briton
“I-I know an Arthur Kirkland and h-he’s definitely not you…”

The blonde’s face fell and it almost broke her heart “I see… You’re from the 1p!World…”

“P-Please…” [Name] begged

“Shut up!” He snapped, looking angrier and his eyes now having a pink-ish hue “It’s not like I can have any other name besides that!”

“Then I’ll call you Oliver.” [Name] calmly retorted, her hand resting on Oliver’s “Because names are supposed to be unique.”

Oliver chuckled, calming down as a sadder look replaced his anger “We’re just copies, poppet, we’re not unique at all!”

“I think you are.” [Name] huffed, sitting up and crossing her arms

Oliver laughed at this as [Name] un-crossed her arms and grinned as well, Oliver’s hand immediately moving to hold [Name’s]

“Do you have any other ‘unique names’ for the rest of us?” Oliver managed to say through his chuckling

[Name] nodded “I haven’t thought of last names so I just presumed that maybe you’ll want the same last name.”

“Out with it then!” Oliver looked amused

“Allan Jones, Vincent Bonnefoy, Riley Williams and Vladimir Braginski.” [Name] listed off, grinning all the while “I decided to give 2p!China the name Jaw Long. It sounds
rather cool, no?”

Oliver nodded excitedly, his grin only growing wider as he hugged [Name] “Oh love! You’re brilliant, you are! Wickedly brilliant!”

“Th-Thank you.” [Name] blushed, her grin turning into a shy smile

“Oi! Hands off the pretty babe, you pink bastard!” [Name] looked up to see the rest of the 2p!Allies in the doorway

“Allan!” Oliver tried to look seriously angry but, [Name] guessed, calling 2p!America
Allan made him look more giddy than angry “Watch your language in front of the lady, please. Swear jar, you know where it is.”

“Okay. Okay. Bastard…” Allan grumbled before flinching “Wait. What’s with the name?”

“The pretty lady thought it best to name us something so we didn’t have to use the 1p!names!” Oliver grinned once more “Isn’t it brilliant?”

“What the fuck?” Riley snapped, glaring at [Name] slightly before turning to Oliver “Like hell we’re using those damn names!”

“Three quarters from Riley and two from Allan then!” Oliver seemed slightly pissed, his hands clenching though the one holding [Name’s] hand clutched it too tightly “And don’t make fun of my little poppet’s names!”

“Y-Your little poppet?” Vincent scoffed, crossing his arms

“Y-Yes!” Oliver protested and [Name] could definitely see Oliver blush from the corner of her eyes and she couldn’t help but grin at this

“What so fucking funny, eh?” Riley snapped and [Name] flinched closer to Oliver

“Don’t worry, love!” Oliver’s hand that loosed earlier squeezed [Name’s] hand once more as a comforting gesture “If they hurt you, they definitely will feel my wrath no doubt.”

“Why are you so protective of her?” Allan looked disgusted

Oliver frowned at this, glaring rather strongly at all of them “Because! She’s the first person to ever not compare us to those 1p!people! She’s the first every person I’ve ever met that told me I was unique, that none of us are copies.”

“Why would anybody even think you’re copies?” [Name] scoffed, glaring at the bed sheet in front of her “Those… female dogs! You’re nothing like the 1p!Countries! You don’t even look like them.”

Looking up, [Name] looked at each of them with a loving smile “Everyone’s unique, especially all of you! I know this for a fact!”

“Haven’t you seen us, doll face?” Allan couldn’t help but scoff, practically glaring at [Name] “We’re just colored differently is all!”

“Personality is all that matters. Not looks.” [Name] retorted rather angrily “People may like you for your looks but they won’t stay long by your side of your personality isn’t so nice.”

Allan looked surprised by this, as well as everyone else

“Why?” Vladimir uttered his first word “Do you prefer us over those 1p!scum?”