Author Notes-
(You can skip this chapter if you want) This chapter actually wasn't really planned I just wanted to comply to what some of my viewers wanted to see, which was what going on in the 2p world. If there are any more requests please feel free to say so in the reviews! By the way this chapter is much more action packed than others ones so I don't know if it's going to be very good.
Also this entire chapter is in the 2p universe so for the sake of my sanity I didn't write 2p before each character's name because I assumed you would understand quickly that there isn't any 1p nations there for me to really need to specify about.
Lastly I should say that if you remember how my 2p Austria was different from how others designed him? Well that can be said about some of my other 2p characters as well.
-Chapter 9-
"You...Son of a bitch!" Russia yelled at the top of his lungs making all of the dazed nations snap out of the shock. Everyone had been registering what Poland had just done when Russia jumped up from his chair tightly holding his trusty pitchfork. He swung it as hard could at Poland who saw it coming but didn't move fast enough to dodge, a loud clank rang in the room. Poland looked surprised at the Italian who's knife had just saved him "Don't misunderstand this. It's not like we're friends now or anything. I'm just helping you because you got rid of my fratello." Italy hissed at Poland as he glared at Russia. Russia's frown turned into a crooked smile, which smiling in general was rare for him. "Get out of my way, friend!" Russia growled mockingly.
Italy twisted his head to Germany "Get Poland out of here!" Italy commanded. Germany wasn't really strong, both physically and mentally. However he was well known for how he was so used to Italy beating the crap out of him that he could be used as a living shield. Germany grabbed Poland's wrist and ran to the door dragging the surprised Poland along. "Oh hell no!" The typically silent Prussian shouted, making Germany flinch but keep going. Prussia stood up and sprinted to Germany before being tackled down by Japan. "Dumbass." Japan snickered at Prussia who was glaring at Japan who had pinned him down. Japan smiled triumphantly as Germany and Poland ran out of the room. Russia kicked Italy making his knife slip and allow the pitchfork to impact him. The pitchfork ripped through his uniform and stabbed through his chest, but he didn't utter a sound of pain much to Russia's dismay.
"England!" Russia barked as he ran past the Italian who had fallen onto one knee, "Righto!" England chirped despite the chaos that surrounded him. England skipped from his seat to the door smiling brightly as he followed Russia after Germany and Poland. "Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!" Canada shouted as marched after Poland as well. Even though Canada wasn’t attached to anyone who had been taken, he just simply felt the need to be apart of this. "Wait a second dipshits! We’re still having a meeting!" America shouted at the unruly countries only to be ignored by most.
Spain kicked Japan in the chest, hard enough not only to make his body go flying and release Prussia but also make him cough up blood. His black slicked back hair with silver root matched his pale complexion. He looked Japan who was coughing with his against the wall and spat at him "Arrogant drama queen. You’d better fix this or else you’ll be taking mi perra de's place." Japan glared at him hatefully. Prussia stood up "Thanks." he quickly said to Spain before charging after the group that was tracking Poland and Germany.
Germany looked behind him at the mob that was following the two of them and tightened his grip on Poland’s hand. Poland knew that he was quite lucky that out of all the people to run away with he Germany, who is a master at retreating. He pulled them into an elevator and forced the door to close which made them hear Russia scream as his pitchfork hit the door. Poland was about to push the button that would take them to the front doors when Germany grabbed his hand, "They’re expecting us to do that." Poland ripped his hand away from Germany’s "Than I’ll just fight them!" Poland fearlessly barked. Germany shook his head "No. Italy wanted me to prolong your life, and if that was Russia out there than when I see him he’s not going to be in a forgiving mood." Poland looked irritated but didn’t fight back when Germany chose what floor would be safest.
