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You ran as fast as you could through the rain, trying to avoid tripping and falling.

You had to get away from it.

You had to get away from that town.

Your running ceased when you crashed into someone, landing on top of them. “god damn it, watch where you are fucking going!” a loud voice shouted.

You opened your eyes, only to meet red eyes. He looked an awful lot like Alfred...except, his hair was brown, and he was tanner.

His eyes were (obviously) red, too.

“get the fuck off of me!” he shouted at you. You scrambled to your feet, apologizing profusely. He simply glared at you.

You froze, fear washing over you. There was blood all over him. His baseball bat had blood on it too.

He smirked a malicious smirk when he saw your fear. “hello, doll...” he greeted. He raised his baseball bat.

“why don’t we play a little game of baseball?” he asked. You took a step back, fearful.

“THE HERO SHALL SAVE THE DAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!” a loud voice shouted. The mysterious man who looked like Mr. Alfred was tackled by a certain blonde haired man with a cowlick. AKA, Mr. Alfred F. Jones himself.

Francis followed after him, and checked you for any wounds or any sort.

“ma belle (Name)! Are you okay? Did he hurt you!? Did he hurt your feelings?” he asked so many questions, you were unable to follow.

“he...he didn’t hurt me...” you softly answered. A breath of relief escaped France’s lips as he took you back to the house, and let America and his alter ego fight on the ground.

You were greeted when Matias ran up, and picked you up, twirling around as he hugged you, causing you to get very dizzy. “(Name)!” he shouted, hugging you close.

“Matias, dude, the awesome me wants to hug her too!” Gilbert pouted. Matias stuck his tongue out at him, holding you close to his chest.

Scotland approached, and plucked you from his arms, leaving the dane bewildered as the scot carried you someplace else.

“now, lass, no more running away, alright?” he asked. You begged him to put you down, but he refused.

When he did finally put you down, you were seated next to Norway in Norway’s room.

Scotland took a drag of his cigarette.

About two hours of explaining what had just happened to you later, you were letting it process in your mind. Scotland and Norway anticipated your response.
W
hen it had finally sunken in, you paled further than you already were. Norway fought back the urge to laugh at the funny expression on your face.

“i’m afraid it is true, braw lass.” Scotland chuckled. You blinked, confused by the slang he used. What was “braw lass” supposed to mean?

Scotland raised a hand- the same hand he had used to beat England with a bit earlier.

You flinched, but he rested his hand on your head. He ruffled your hair, smiling a gentle smile. He pulled his hand away, and watched you as a blush scattered across your face.

Norway tried harder not to show any emotion, but it was really hard when you were being this cute.

Suddenly, there was screaming down the hall, and Scotland turned and walked out the door to investigate, leaving you with Norway, who wrapped a protective arm around you.

The house went silent. You froze, fear overwhelming you. You heard footsteps.

Fast, heavy foot steps walking down the hall, and towards the room you were in. You tensed up, and began to cling to Norway, fearful that this day would be your last. The footsteps stopped by the door. You held your breath.

Your heart beat quickened, and the door flew open. Standing in the door-way was Alfred.

“Norway! Get (Name) out of here as quickly as you can! It’s not safe here!” he ordered quickly. Norway was about to question him, but Alfred hushed him, and Norway nodded, grabbing your hand. “be silent, and close your eyes.” He ordered.

You nodded, closing your eyes tightly. he picked you up, and just as more footsteps came down the hall, he escaped through the window.

He jumped from the window, which was on the second story, and landed on his feet.

He wobbled a bit, then regained his composer. He scanned the area, looking to see if any of the other 2p!’s were there.

There was 2p!Canada, but otherwise, no one was there. There was no point in trying to get past 2p!Canada.

Norway used his magic to take you elsewhere. He ended up on a highway.

He groaned silently, irritated that he didn’t think about where he was taken, and began to walk, until a car pulled up beside them.

He raced to the car, and knocked on the window, hoping to get somewhere safe. The window rolled down, and Romania poked his head out.

“oh, hey, Norway! Why are you on the highway?” he greeted, looking curiously at the Norwegian, completely unaware of you.

“it’s a long story...can we have a ride?” Norway answered. Romania grinned, and nodded.

“wait...we?” he asked. Norway sighed, and gestured toward you. Romania blinked, and grinned again. “yeah, sure~! Get in.” He answered.

Norway thanked him, and opened the car door. He sat you next to him in the back seat, and slid in next to you, closing the door as he did.

Romania took off again, a big, toothy grin on his face. You, meanwhile, looked out the window. It was still raining.

“so, where to, Lukas?” Romania asked, his voice pleasant but slightly loud. You listened to the rain. “anywhere safe...” Norway answered.

“i’ll take you to America’s new place, then!” he grinned.

“no. It’s too dangerous there right now.” Norway answered quickly. Romania glanced at him. “why?” he asked.

“the 2p!’s...they’ve returned...” Norway answered. Romania slammed on the brakes and turned to face you and Norway.

“You’re kidding, right!?” he asked. Norway shook his head. Romania glanced at her, and a wave of understanding hit him.

You grew tense.

“...we should go back just in case.” Romania concluded, and without waiting for a response (except your quiet protesting) he started the car again, and took off for America’s place.
YEP. MY CHAPTERS ARE GETTING STUPIDER.

I'M LOSING MY EDGE, MAN. I'M LOSING MY EDGE.

I own nothing except the fanfic. Norway, 2p!America, America, Scotland, and Romania belong to Himaruya Hidekaz.

the picture does not belong to me.

you belong to whomever you wish.

I own the plot, however.

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Amaya2203 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2014
Oh funking fuk!(I didn't say fruk)
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NullifyDaWolf Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2014
HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE, AND HIDE YO BISHIE TOO, CAUSE THEY SNATCHIN' UP EVERYONE!!! :iconrunbitchrunplz:
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JadetheKidR9 Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014   General Artist
BCNKWEHFUOFEWHJOFWEBUOWGR MAI 2p! WE'RE ALL DOOMED! 

-you can see a blonde girl tossing flowers around- WE'RE FUCKED! 
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Darkestdragonwings Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014
-A neon-pink haired girl punches your 2P! in the face- .....   -.-" Mine is here as well. . . . -starts humming "Get Out Alive" by 3 Days Grace-
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ask-me-and-my-2p Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2014  New member Student General Artist
Me: hide ur wife and kids! ITS ZHE 2PS!!!
2p me: *faceplam*
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Mirajosefin Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2014  New member
Ninja Norway! x3
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EuphoricInsanity23 Featured By Owner May 26, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN 
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XmidnightnightmaresX Featured By Owner May 14, 2014  Student
DUDE I FREAKING HAD A THING WHERE I AM BREATHING RAPIDLY WHEN 2P!AMERICA SHOWED UP! XD THIS IS AWESOME!
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jess-the-killer-girl Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2014  Student Artist
ROMANIA MY FAVE VANPIRE BOY UFFFF JUST SO FUCKING HOT//dies//
Romania:everytime //face palm//
Me://jumps on him//to NARNIA!
Romania:sure why not//starts to run//
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kittykat2809 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Hobbyist
I love 2p...but...this....this....just.....GAH!!!
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