A/N: Chapter 7!

England's POV

"Who in God's name do you work for!" I slammed my hand on the table, trying to be affirmative and scary. I could sense the frog's disapproving glares, however I dismissed them and continued my interrogation.

The tied man started to laugh. "Really? Is that the best you can do? Slam your hand on the table and expect me to spill my guts out? HA! You're a funny one. Much funnier then that idiot Oliver." I frowned, blushing. He leaned forward in his chair. "I ain't telling you jack shit." He leaned back.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Here, let me try," Germany cut in. A collection of gasps came through the room. "What?"

"Just.. Try to be gentle.." I bravely voiced. He shot me a,'really?' look, then turned around and slowly walked over to the man, hands neatly held in each palm behind his back. His shoes squeaked to a stop, before he kicked the man's chair back a bit and bent over him, blocking our view from across the room. If we hadn't known better, it would have looked as if they were kissing. Glancing over at Italy, a look of confusion, worry, and distrust came over his face, and he held his mouth slightly agape in shock, eyes still signaturely closed.

When he finally pulled back, Germany held his arms across his chest.

"Is that all?" he spoke as loud as possible, definitely a marker signaling us that their discussion was coming to a close. The man's face was a bit flushed, shocked, and maybe a hint of fear lingered. The look alike kept his gaze away from everyone, then nodded slowly at first, before picking up the pace a bit.

Germany walked back expressionless, his hands backing into their initial resting position of lying in each palm.

"So? What did he say?"Switzerland asked.

"All I got from him was that he was working for a man. He didn't say who exactly if you're wondering. I asked about the powder, but he gave me a look, so I dropped it—the subject I mean."

"Hm.." I rubbed my chin, pacing around. "Well obviously if he's electing not to touch the subject, the powder must play some vital ploy in this all together scheme of theirs."

"Aye-yah! Be more careful you incompetent fool! You wrap the wound delicately and keep it tight enough to stop the bleeding and secure it!" We all turned to see China slap Austria's head, as he was trying to finish up bandaging him.

"Listen, if you keep smacking me and insulting my work, I swear I will drop this bandage so fast, it'll be just like the time Hungary dragged me to one of those charity events where we listen to little kiddies play on their little pianos—and this one kid that kept missing the note and kept falling off key.. I ran out so quickly, I could contend with the pace of Mozart's Requiem." Austria was huffing at this point and shouting right into China's face. China sat back, frowning while shutting his mouth and angrily watching Austria screw up with his bandage.

"So anyhow, that was all he would give," Germany finished.

"Bollocks," I frowned. "Well, it's a start. Somehow this turned not only into a rescue mission, but an investigation.."

"An investigation! Oh! Sounds interesting! No, a better word would be thrilling! An ace detective cracking the case! Ah.. Just imagine how wonderful that'd be.. To sit down with a nice warm cup of tea, reading a novel such as that. Truely, detective stories are by far, the best! Have you heard of the Sherlock series? It's spled-"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Everyone turned to the door, to see two men standing there. One had his hands covering his face—obviously in annoyance and disgust with what seems to be his partner. The other.. was me. I blinked a few seconds, staring in disbelief.

"Ahem! Language! Swearing will NOT be tolerated under any circumstances. That's another pound into the swear jar."

"I only have euros.." the annoyed man spoke, with a deep, musk voice. It sounded like a cross between a smoker and an old woman trying to speak which of whom, had a deep voice.

"Well, let's worry about the currency later! For now, we have a few tasks to handle," my copy cheered.

"What the bloody.."

"Blood? Oh I like blood. It mixes really well with flour an eggs.. I use it quite a lot, and lately.. I've been running a bit low." My look-alike creepily smiled, relieving a knife that he had been holding behind his back the entire time. The other man finally put his head up, showing an unshaven, dirty copy of our own dirty pervert.

"I'm sure it's safe to assume that all the copies we've currently seen are only a few of the majority." Norway noted.

"Hey! Look! That white powder.. It's all over his knife," France pointed out from behind, hiding behind me.

"Egh! Shove off!" I pushed him to the side.

"Oh. There he his," France's copy smiled, pulling out a smoke, then igniting it with a golden lighter. He huffed out a rush of smoke, then put back the golden box, now closed.

"Ew! Why does mine have to smoke! You do realize you're going to break out if you keep doing that.. Well. It's not like that'd really change much." France sized up his copy. The alternate version of himself frowned.

"Hey. You know who he reminds me of? That dumb ass.. What's his name? Oh yeah, Leonardo." France's copy held out a finger, shaking it around while pointing at France. "But he seems a little less ga- yeah never mind. They're like their own mirror copies." He settled his arms into a crossed position under his chest.

"Is that supposed to be an insult? This Leo guy sounds like he knows the difference between Fendi and Prada products. Unlike all of you barbarians." France at this point, was sizing everyone up, so I slapped him back.

"This is serious Madame Le' imbecile."

"Obviously not enough since you see this as a time for names! Mister Big Bitch Ben!" I took severe offense to this name, as I stood on my toes, and smashed my forehead into his—like two goats fighting over breeding rights.

"Who are you two?"

"Well chap, I'm England!"

"Oui. The dumb ass next to me is England, and I am France. Uh.. 2pFrance would be a better name. Same for him."

"Now then, as for our friend over there.." 2pEngland began. He pulled out a clean knife, then threw it in the direction of 2pCanada. He closed his eyes, keeping still. The knife flew past, quicker then the blink of an eye. It landed on one of the wooden posts on the chair, slicing the rope perfectly and releasing our captive. France and I had stopped soon enough to see a knife hit me directly in my right shoulder. I fell back in shock, the pain taking over in a matter of seconds. I looked up to see alarmed eyes, and shock fill everyone's faces, as they tried to process what had occurred in a matter of seconds. I lifted my head a tad, seeing my copy jumping up and down while cheering. The voices around me grew to a muffled stop, and the world started to blur. Was this what America had been experiencing? The fever I last saw on him was finally setting in. My back started to sweat, and I could feel my face crying out for water—or really anything cool. It was like I was lying on the sun.

Someone kept slapping my faces, as my eyes kept closing with every second. It wasn't really my fault they did. It was one of those awful moments where your mind says to keep doing something and you're body just somehow takes over and tries to foil your goal. The shouting grew louder, enough so that I could make out a few words.

"Holy.."

"England.."

"Get Back.."

Sadly, that was the end of my new experience. A quick rush of pain came over my chest, and I started to cough. My body now had full control, and he said it was time to sleep.

;) Not much to say but YES. *Que Eyebrow Wiggle* This chapter. Mhm. I'm much more pleased with this one then the last one. MUCH MORE. I should rewatch Hetalia for no reason beyond I need to refresh the accents they use in the dub. I'm one of those weird people that when I watch the dub to an anime and decide,'Oh let's go ahead and read a fanfiction!' I try to do so with the accents so it really feels like it's going on. I do the same when I'm writing. Haha it helps with slang. Anywho, Follow, Fave, and Review if you want more! See ya'!