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- 1p! World –
*1p! England P.O.V*

I tapped my fingers against the table, the sensation of being bored eating me alive. I glanced over to America, and blushed when I caught him looking with me, a smirk on his lips even though his face was covered in hamburger crumbs.
"Git" I whispered under my breath, holding back a small smirk. Everything was going as normal, Italy clinging onto Germany, Germany yelling at Prussia, Prussia acting like a pervert to Canada, Canada trying to convince everyone he wasn't America, America stuffing his face with burgers and then there were the other countries who lingered by themselves.
I saw something quite red flash in the corner of my eyes, and turned around to look at the opened doorway, seeing light auburn hair whish past the door frame, followed by a bouncing curl.
Italy…?
No… Italy was over there, and Romano was beside me…
"Romano?" I murmured, turning to the other Italian brother that I hardly ever conversed with. I think he was still mad at me for locking him up a while ago, along with his brother…
"What do you want, eyebrows?" Romano snarled, turning around to glare at me. I was about to throw a retort at him, but Spain smacked the back of his head.
"What was that for you damned tomato bastard?!" Romano yelled, his teeth grinding together angrily. I rolled my eyes and knew now that I had no chance. Hoping out of my seat, I walked over to the nicer brother, Italy.
"Hey, Italy" I called out as I was nearly over to him, watching his head spin to look at me, a smile spreading on his already bubbly face.
"Ciao England! What's the matter?" He asked happily, letting go of Germany.
"Well, I was just curious; do you have another brother besides Romano?" I asked curiously thinking of the curl and similar colour hair. Italy blinked at me in confusion, tilting his head to the side.
"Ve~ I don't think so Mr. England! ROMAAAA!" Italy yelled across the table, causing Romano to turn his head around again, his boot in Spain's crotch from recently kicking him.
"What do you want, idiot?!" Romano snapped, eyeing my warily. Italy ignored Romano's insult and asked the same question to him.
"Of course not, you idiot! Otherwise we'd fucking know, wouldn't we?" Romano snapped, turning back to the Spaniard who was clutching his vital regions.
"Then…" I murmured to myself, my thick eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"England, would you take a seat? We're about to resume the meeting" Germany growled under his breath, an obvious sign that he was close to losing his temper. I nodded quickly and walked back to my seat beside the cranky Italian and let my mind wander as the meeting carried on.

As the minutes drifted by, the same flash of red caught my eyes. My head jerking upwards, I finally saw the full image of the flicker I had seen before. It… looked like… Italy?
Except the figure I saw had dark auburn hair and hot pink eyes, a smile stretched on its face. Except… this was more of a menacing smile than anything. He had the same uniform as Italy, but it was a murky brown with a small hat on his head, accessorised with a dark purple plume of feathery type of material.
"Who in sodding hell are you?!" I yelled as I jumped up, glaring daggers the Italy imposter. That Italy looked at me dangerously, its lip twitching upwards.
"I should be asking the same for you!" It snarled back, everyone's eyes now on the stranger.
"Honestly Feliciano, can you never keep to the plan?" A bubbly, brighter voice sang from the other side of the wall, now alerting us that there was more than one.
"But… that's… Ve, that's me!" Italy laughed from the table, looking at his clone in amazement. 'Feliciano' looked straight at the person who called out, his face clearly showing his disgust towards him.
"You're my first person? How disgusting! You're too happy and… innocent" The other sneered, putting his hands to his pockets.
"Put your weapon down Feli, we're not here to fight. Now move over, I'll introduce us to our… others" The bubbly voice murmured again, glazed with a hint of threat. Feliciano growled but slinked back into the shadows, and a new person emerging.
"Look at his eyes…" Canada whispered beside me, only just remembering that he was on the other side of me. The Canadian was right though, but that wasn't what I was worried about.
He was…me?!

*2p! England P.O.V*
{that stupid Feliciano, spoiling out plan!} I growled inside my head, but kept that wide smirk on my face.
"If you're not here to fight, why are you here dude?!" A child like, idiotic voice yelled, even though this person was actually only two metres away from me. I looked over to the source of sound, noticing with amazement that this was… Alfred?
"You're nothing like my Alfred!" I snorted, my grin faltering at I glared at the opposite of my one true love.
"What do you mean your Alfred?" The American snorted loudly, shoving another burger into his mouth. My nose wrinkled at the disgusting manor, my eyebrows arching at his childish behaviour.
"Look lad, Kids should be seen…not heard" I grinned, seeing the anger flare up in the American's eyes.
"You little bastard!" America yelled at me, his fists balling up as he charged towards me. All I did was grin my usual snarky smile, and waited for my prince to save me~
Just before the raised fist could come in contact with my face, a rust nail whistled past the side of my head and lodged itself into the Americans hands, causing the young lad to cry out in agony.
"Touch him and I'll kill you myself" Alfred snarled beside me, suddenly popping up on the right side of my body, crouching slightly in front of me.
"Thank you, love~" I purred, running my fingers through the dark brown hair he was gifted. Everyone gasped at the sight of this Alfred, all their eyes turning to look at the one who was now cradling his hand.
"You're not me!" The American defended loudly "I'm a hero, so you have to be a hero as well!"
Alfred snorted and stood up straight, smacking my hand away from his head. I stuck my tongue out at him, but all he did was smack me at the back of the head quiet roughly.
"You're horrible" I grumbled, pushing him back with the others "If you're going to be mean poppet, go play with your brother!"
With that said, I turned back to everyone.
"Now… you're all named by countries I presume? Yes, I remember… I suppose I'm England, aren't I?" I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand.
"You bloody well are not, you damned git!"
I gasped loudly and looked over to the side, seeing the real England (After all, I was Arthur!). He had messy dark blonde hair with dark green eyes as well, and… oh no, he had a scowl!
"If you weren't me, I'd wash your mouth out with soap, England!" I pouted "Such horrible language! But then again, I suppose you are my first person… Now, I'll explain what we are. Now, everyone come out and I'll introduce you!"
With hushed murmurs and some gasps coming from our first persons, our little gang came wondering out.
Feliciano, Ludwig, Antonio, Lovino, Feliks, Toris, Matthew, Alfred, Elizabeta, Roderich and Gilbert all come along, lining up behind me.
"Now, if I'm correct, we are all your second persons!" I smiled widely, waving towards the people behind me "We are you, but we are you complete opposites. Lovino darling, would you come here please?"
"That bastard is me! What the fuck is wrong with his hair-
"How dare you!" Lovino gasped as the blonde walked beside me, his eyes widening with shock "I would have you know the best hairdressers in my town did this! It's better than… whatever your drab style is!" With a flick of his wrist, he continued to ignore his first person.
"Anyhow" I growled, glaring at both Lovino and Romano "Lovino, is Romano's complete opposite. Lovino, our little darling, is basically our fashion queen~" I purred to him, watching the bubbly blonde giggle and blush.
"He doesn't swear, he hates to get blood on his clothes, and he's just a darling" I cooed, loving the reactions I was getting from him.
"That's fucking retarded!" Romano yelled from his side of the table "That bastard-
"Watch your mouth!" Lovino growled, clenching his fists up.
"It's alright poppet, just ignore him. You can go back to Antonio now" I smiled, watching the blonde huff and go back to the glaring Spanish man, his dark purple eyes shooting daggers towards me. He was probably plotting how to kill me for playing with his little Lovino.
"But" I smiled, looking straight at England happily "There is one thing that we all have in common"
"Now, what would that be?" Germany snarled from the head of the table, his knees bent as if he were preparing to spring.
"We like to play games, and we all like to kill" I grinned, rocking back and forth on my heels "we've come here to play a game with you. Are you up to it? It's either do or die really" I sighed unhappily, tapping to the commando knife in my pocket.
The German blinked and looked at everyone at the table, and they nodded hesitantly.
"We'll play… your game" Germany sighed, sitting down in his chair again.
"Good!" I gasped, clapping my hands together in delight "Now, let me say the instructions! Every single one of you has a second person, even those little micro nations! They will all be here, and we're going to play a little game I like to call: Hide, seek and Kill. You all have to run from here, and hide. We're going to seek you out, and then, kill you!" I giggled, swaying slightly on the spot.
"What is we fight back, right here, right now?" America growled, glaring straight at Alfred.
"Well, you'll still die. We have a bomb about to explode in a minute or two underneath the building, so you might want to run" I smirked.
"WHAT?!" Germany roared from the head of the table. My playful grin melted into a now evil and blood thirsty smile, my eyes glowing like coals on a fire.
"Ready, set-
All the nations started running already, and of course Italy and that Romano were in the lead.
"You were supposed to wait for my signal!" I wailed, stomping my foot in anger. The second persons behind me growled in agreement, but the room was already deserted.
"Oh well" I sighed, rubbing my temples "Remember my orders. We stay in a group, and then we hunt them down"
"Sure, let's crush them!" Toris grinned, jumping up and down beside Feliks.
"Gather the other ones!" I yelled, Elizabeta, Roderich and Feliciano running towards the portal that we came through. I turned back to the doors that they ran through, a grin spreading across my face slowly.
"Let the game begin then!"