The Bond of the Obsidian Mirror.

Chapter 4

-Allen's POV-

I was just doing what I always loved doing, swinging my nail studded baseball bat at women. I loved hearing their screams. Well anyways, I was on my way back home when I was hit by someone or something, causing me to fall to the ground. I got pissed. I threw whatever or whoever if was off of my back and grabbed my back only to stare in shock. It was Nora aka 2pBrazil. Or so I thought. As I got closer I got a better look at her. She looked exactly like Nora but she didn't give off Nora's usual blood thirsty aurora. Still, I'll admit, she is quite the looker. So I picked her up and carried her back to my home.

-normal POV-

I woke up to find myself in a place that wasn't my home! I quickly sat up to grab my pistol but it wasn't in the holster. "Looking for this, girl?" I looked up and saw a tall blonde haired man. His hair was in a low ponytail, he had some stubby chin hair and light green eyes. He was wearing a red flannel shirt, black jeans, black shades on his head and he was smoking a cigarette. "Mattie?" I asked confused. The response I got was laughter from the dark auburn haired man with the red sunglasses on. He was wearing a white T-shirt, black ripped jeans and a bomber jacket. "Allen, it's rude to laugh at our guest! I'm sorry about his behavior, poppet!~" a strawberry blonde haired man. He had eyes colored like COTTON CANDY?! But he was wearing brown pants, a white shirt, a pink sweater vest with a blue bow tie.

"Who are you?! How did I get here?!" I demanded. Cotton candy eye man chuckled and sat down next to me. "Well poppet, we were about to ask you the same. Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Oliver or 2pEngland." "Call me Mattie again and I'll kick your ass. My name is Matt or 2pCanada." "The name is Allen but I go by Al. I'm 2pAmerica. So now, who the hell are you, doll face?" Al asked me.

"I am Rita, Rita Anna-Rosa Maria Isabella Naciamento. I am the personification of the Latin country of Brazil." I said with pride, what can I say, I guess big brother Martín aka Argentina's pride-fullness rubbed off on me.

"You landed on my back, doll face. You fell out of the fucking sky." "Allen, no swearing! Don't make me get out my swear jar!" Oliver snapped at Al. I couldn't help but giggle at that because it was funny. "So Rita, would you like a cupcake?" Oliver asked me with a cute smile. "Sure Oliver, thank you." I said as he got up to go get a cupcake. He came back and handed it to me. I was about to take a bite until Al slapped the cupcake out of my hands. "Hey Al, what was that for?!" I asked. "I'll explain later." He said.

Outside the house, the four had no clue that they were being watched by the Axis. "We better go report to the boss. Rets go, Rutz." The black haired man said. "Ja...let's go." The blonde said.