2p vs. (Hetalia x Reader)

40- Timey Whimey

Hetalia x Reader

Chapter Forty
Timey Whimey

『 I feel the name of this chapter completely and by all means necessary.』

I stood up, I felt that crying for America to get up wouldn't be useful to the situation. Maybe if I stopped whatever was going to happen now, then these guys would have never interfered in my life in the first place. I stared down at my red watch, there was a new crack down it. Of course, I can't expect to use something as powerful and not expect it to break.

"Ehem. Well, we should go get him..." England spoke. Germany and Japan shook their heads as they already began walking ahead, England followed behind along with Canada who helped to lead them around his home.

"Hey Russia." I called. I stood up as he looked at me, "At that party, the one for Italy and Romano, you saw that guy that looked like Canada, it was Mathew and all but like, do you remember what he said?" He shook his head slowly, trying to recall.

Italy walked over, "Si, he said he'd be back, does he mean-"

And eerie voice cut him off from behind you, "Oh yes." I turned around to see it was Mathew, he too held in his hands the red watch, now cracked completely.

"How?" I asked in complete shock.

He dropped the cracked remains into the ground and gave me that ghastly smirk, "Russia gave it to Oliver in the future and Oliver came back for us." I turned around to look at Russia who said nothing.

"You damn lier! That doesn't sound like Russia at all!" I shouted. He shrugged, "I guess you don't know him as well as you think. He did make a deal with Oliver the first time they met after all."

As annoyed as I was, I couldn't believe it. "So what took you so long?" I asked, trying to take some pressure off of Russia. Now that I know this there could be a way to change the past. But if I do, then this wouldn't happen... Jegus, I hate paradoxes.

"Well I was busy, I went to a party and the spotlight was practically on me." He sneered. He knew what he was doing. "So I assume you have the blue watch with you as well."

"Well of course, curtsy of Russia."

I let out a low sigh. "What the f ever man, I seriously bet you're just trying to turn us against each other." He shrugged yet again.

At that moment, Germany came sprinting in. Not noticing Mathew at first. "Oliver disappeared!" He said, "We don't know where!"

I narrowed my eyes at Mathew. "So is Oliver running away?" I asked. He shook his head, "Nah, he's just gathering up the others. Like Luciano when he was watching you sleep the first night. And ya know, all that crap." I crossed my arms but was startled by the sudden movement.

America woke up.

He was shaking a if he had woken up from a nightmare. He then stood up but leaned against the wall, "Dammit! Whatever the hell that was in the kitchen over there was not food..." He kept shivering. That idiot. He ate Oliver's cooking.

"What? You don't like poison?" Mathew asked. America shivered and walked to another room. Leaving me yet again, face to face with Mathew. And Germany? Well, he's left a while ago in a bit of a hurry. Italy followed behind him this time.

"Well then, shall we begin?" Mathew asked. I shook my head and walked past France, China, and Russia who all stood more intrepid than I. They didn't have a weapon like then one Mathew held, a hockey stick, but together they could hold him off. At least for a minute so it would be okay for me to abscond right about now. Not to mention that Oliver was gone so I shouldn't be running into him any time soon.

Heck, maybe I could get some me time and enjoy a cup of tea but just kidding, I don't enjoy tea. Okay, I'll just wander this house and maybe leave before they can actually find me or dissect me or whatever the hell they were going to do.

"I'll be over there seeing if I'm useful somewhere." I spoke. And with that- nope. France spoke, "Wait, we might need you." Dammit, "What?" I asked a but agitated.

"You... You're different aren't you?" He asked. My heart dropped a little, "Y-Yes." I swallowed my pride and he continued, "How different? You have a power don't you?" He asked. I thought I had it, it's a soul or something but according to Bleach, everything has a soul so what the heck?

"I don't know." I admitted. France gave a warm smile, "Then let's figure it out-" he dogged a swing from Mathew's hockey stick and turned back to me, "-it's now or never!"

And with that, I took a dauntless step foreword.