I Can't Decide? Hetalia 2p USUK

Chapter 8

Luciano's P.O.V~
I watched as my doll come out of the capsule. He was absolutely amazing. What the capsule did was copy mine and Kuro's evil DNA combined it into one. Then transferred it to Oliver's nice, sweet, innocent little soul. He crawled out looking like normal, but his eyes. The were pink and blue swirls, that glowed like the moon. His smile, it was the best evil smile I've ever seen. Well not compared to mine but still a good looking smile. He walked up to me a gave a menacing look.

"What do you want Luciano? My service belongs to you." Oliver said. It was Amazing! He was completely taken over. He was permanently my mind doll.

"Oliver, I want you to weaken your friends... The 2p Allied Forces. You can weaken them. I suggest Francios, Matt, and Allen first though. They'll be your biggest weakness." I said back.

"Okay Luciano, sir! I'll bring them back defeated!" He said. He walked out giving off a dark purple glow. I even saw him hijack one of my knives. I am proud of my handy work.

Meanwhile...
Author-Chan P.O.V~
The 2 groupes met up with each other. The made sure that no one could here them.

America: Okay dude's... How are we going to find Ollie and help Mattie?

Prussia: I don't know, Frau. Vhatever zhey put Canada on he is fully on zit.

France: Has it ever come to you two to acutally just east drop?

England: Then leave the spying to me!

Germany: Acutally making England zeh spy isn't a bad idea.

China: Yea! He is Oliver's doppelganger.

Russia: So we just dress him like Oliver?

France: Yea but what about the make-up and hair dye and not to mention clothing?

Japan: France-Su is right. We can't go back to the mirror.

Italy: Why not Japan?

Japan: Because they're blocking it.

England: We'll need another plan then.

America: Acutally keep it, look... It's the 2p Allied Forces part of the mansion.

America pointed to the rooms with each individual name. He quickly locked eyes with Oliver's room.

England: I don't think Oliver has any make-up for me in his room.

Russia: I don't agree, Da.

China: Me either. I see Oliver always trying to cover his freckles with Make-up all the time, aru.

England: Well I'll go dress-up then.

Japan: I'll help you England-San.

England: Thank You Japan, come let's go.

America and France stood there with white eyes. About 10 minutes came and England walked out looking just like Oliver.

Italy: Ve~ you~a look just like Oliver!

France: But your eyes are still green, Angelterre

Prussia: I got blue eye contacts

Italy: Why?

Prussia: Because the laddies dig it. Here England jou use them.

England put them in.

Germany: Now Go out there!

Germany pushed England into the hallway. England muttered words under his breathe and walked towards the other 2p's. Then he thought he may look like Oliver, but he had to act like him too. So England yelled Allen and ran down the Hallway. Allen quickly turned around to see Oliver, in his eyes anyway. He dropped his bat and ran towards England and picked him up.

Allen: I missed you so much Oliver... Are you okay?

England: I'm fine Allen, really... No need to worry.

Allen quickly put his lips on England's. He knew Oliver wouldn't have been surprised so he had to kiss back to not blow his cover. America was about to blow, his 2p was having a make-out session with England. He couldn't help but be jealous. America took deep-breathes and counted to ten. They stopped kissing. Which brought relief to England, but Allen still held him close.

Matt: So are we going to need the zoned out Canadian.

Allen: No get the necklace off and ditch him. We got Oliver, that's all we need.

Francios then yanked the necklace off and pushed him down the Hallway. While the other 2p's disaperred with England. Canada rubbed his head as America grabbed his wrist and pulled him with the other groupe.

America: Are you okay Mattie?

Canada: Yea... I think so... What happened?

France: Oh my Maple Leaf! I'm glad your okay, no? You were kidnapped by those 2p bastards.

Japan: But now they got England-San.

Canada: What!? Oh- Dear... I'm sorry. How are we going to get him back?

America: I don't know. But we better hurry. England is dressed just like Oliver. He had already had to live through a make-out session. Hell who knows what Allen's going to do when the get to their house.

Prussia: Proboly make him bake.

Germany: Why do you say that?

Prussia: Oliver told me zhat he vould bake for zhem all the time.

Italy: England can't cook though.

America's eyes widened.

America: They're going to find out it's not the real Oliver!

Russia: Rest In Piece England.

America: You Ass-Munch!