The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

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"Alright, I've activated the machines, we've officially taken control of Gilen... Now!" Alfred said, fiddling with the dials and wiring underneath the tables on his back, where they set up the machinery used for this. It was like controlling a video game character, except with bigger risks.

A huge screen was hung on the spare meeting room wall, which showed the 1ps what Gilen could see. It took up most of the wall, and was in front of everyone's chairs. Speakers were also connected, so the 2p room could be heard by the 1ps entirely.

Right now, he was just about to enter the meeting room. No one had the special controller in their grasp, so he was just standing there, staring blankly at the wall.

Alfred slid out from under the table, wiping the dust off of his leather jacket. He stood up, and pulled out a remote control and a keyboard from behind his back.

"Pretty cool, huh!" He announced, taking his seat and tapping furiously at the remote. They all looked up at the screen in amazement. Gilen was walking. Rather mechanically and unsteadily but still. It was a pretty big feat. Of course, Alfred was still a bit rusty on how to control this. Occasionally, he held his fingers a bit too long on the buttons or pressed the wrong buttons entirely.

"Alfred! That's amazing!" Feliciano praised, perking his head up. "But you do know that he's walking into the wall, right?"

Alfred pressed several buttons nervously, swerving him out the way and into the meeting room.

He chuckled nervously and shifted his eyes back and forth. "Heh, I totally meant to do that!"

Arthur sat on his chair in disbelief. "How the bloody hell did you make this? I thought you were a dumbass!"

The American scoffed, leaning back on the chair and trying to navigate him to his chair, which was luckily labelled. "Bitch please, I love science. A nation can handle stuff like this. I tested this on rats, and if it can work on rats, then it can work on us."

Alfred forced Gilen to look around at everyone, and suddenly, someone appeared right next to the 2p.

"Gilen! I'm so glad you're ok! I was so worried when you didn't wake up and- I missed you far too much!"

The 1ps diverted their-and Gilen's attention over to his right, where a certain blond haired man rambled on about 'missing him too much'

"Hey, Gilen? Gil darling? It'd be splendid if you could speak to me!"

"How are we supposed to speak, Alfred?" Kiku spoke, sounding genuinely curious about this scheme.

Alfred pulled out a keyboard from who knows where and placed it down on the desk in front of him and connected it up.

"Well, we type what we say. Then it'll say it." Alfred told them, pressing down on the keyboard rhythmically then hitting enter.

"Yes. I'm great. You look hella fine today, bro."

"ALFRED! You cant just fuck up like this! Gilen would never call someone bro! " Someone yelled, getting up from their seat shoved in the corner of their room. He pushed Alfred to one side and tapped on the keyboard and fiddled with the remote, mumbling about how his brother always screws up in situations like this, eventually hitting the enter button and staring up at the screen boastfully.

Gilen mumbled, moving him and his chair as far as he could. "Nothing. Fuck off."

The other 2p moved along with him, and pulled him against the table. "I'd prefer it if you fucked me."

The 1ps gazed in shock at this. No one saw this coming at all. 

"Wait, Lovi... Is that your 2p? He's got the curl and..." Feli stated, tapping his confused big brother on the shoulder.

Lovino sat speechless. This guy was related to him? What the fuck? What the actual fuck was going on? 

He was disgusted, just looking at this guy's satisfied smirk, his icy blue eyes gently covered by his blond hair, gently swaying due to the ceiling fan. His neat and expensive clothing that probably cost a fortune. The fact that he was wearing a fucking pink scarf when it wasn't even cold. 

He definitely was his 2p. That was for sure.

Matthew returned to his typing and clicking and continued with conversations and actions without the others co operating.

"Sure." Gilen pushed him over and pinned him down, still remaining straight faced while the other was a blushing mess.

"Oh Gilen! You do realise that people are watching, right?" he giggled, as he remained trapped with Gilen leaning over him, before completely pausing when Gilen's lips hit his. He was right, everyone was watching them in complete awe. 

"Geez, that's hot." Siegfried whispered, casually looking at them.

"Get a fucking room, bro." Luciano jeered, wandering out of the room as things continued to get intense.

Matthew continued to work at the buttons, watching all of this unfold right in front of him. No one really wanted to watch, the 1ps and the 2ps looked away.

"Matthew, don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?" Francis asked, slightly cringing at what Matthew was doing to this person. "I don't like your change in personality at all."

He replied, putting his feet up on the desk. "Cram it, papa. I've put up with all of your shit for too long, and I'd be damned if I'd let Alfred take over."

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"I can't fucking do this. I can't." Lovino repeated in his head, wandering around the meeting building. He wanted to just go straight home from this nightmare of a meeting. He didn't even have permission to leave. He just kind of did it.

After seeing his 2p like that, just believing that Gilen was actually in love with him, made him feel angry. Lovino knew these '2p guys' weren't the friendliest, but Matthew was taking things too far. Especially with capturing Gilbert.

Even Ludwig couldn't cope. He refused to cooperate ever since Gilbert was knocked out. Feliciano was probably going along under fear and even Ivan didn't seem sure about whether to support him. And Yao, he's just kind of there. Not really saying anything. The only ones who actually seemed serious about this are Alfred and Matthew.

Maybe I should check up on Gilbert? That poor bastard must be starving.

Boop.