'YoU wAnT tO sAvE tHeM dOn'T yOu?' "O-Of course I d-do" I look down sadly "N-No one s-sh-should have t-to go t-through t-t-that kind of t-t-t-torture." 'WhAt If I tOlD yOu ThAt I cOuLd TaKe YoU tHeRe, AnD tHaT yOu CoUlD sAvE tHeM?' "M-Me? Save them? How could I do that?" Hetalia, HetaOni, and any artwork do not belong to me. I use JessilynAllenDilla's scripts from DeviantArt with my own corrections from the game itself.

You were just going on holiday, really. You were just going to sign into the place you were staying at before everyone else. Really. That's what you were doing... right? HetaOni house? Yep. Stuck? Check. The Second Players? No that shouldn't be happening... And you're thrown back and forth between the two sides and game logic still follows. How long can you keep it under wraps? How long can Luciano and Feliciano keep up their web of confusion? And how many Players are there truly in this game? 1p!HetaOni x Gender Neutral Reader x 2p!HetaOni. I've kept the title saying 'Girl' because that's what it originally was and I don't want to change it and confuse long time readers. Sorry. Warning: This fanfiction is... seriously disturbed. Like, truly. Suicide, mentions of rape, gore, domestic abuse, Italy being able to do up his shoelaces. Read at your own discretion.