I hope you enjoy chapter 12~ I just published in fanfiction yesterday, and I almost forget to post this in Wattpad. Sorry xD.

~In the previous chapter~

Suddenly, a loud explosion and a metallic sound interrupted him, clacking outside his room. England looked at the door curiously until the door was bust wide open, seeing someone unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

Chapter 12: Busted

His light green eyes dilated. The person who saw the English Nation was surprised, that he was kicking and alive, and he quickly changed to glare at him.

"Oh—dannazione!"cursed the Italian under his breath. England still heard the clashing and clacking outside his room, as well as the Italian cursing earlier.

"ROMANO~ DID YOU SEE FELICIANO IN THERE?!" Shouted the new voice, but it sounded familiar to England, but he still didn't know who he it was. Judging by the tone of the mysterious voice, he had a Spanish accent, and England didn't know how he differentiated the languages because he had amnesia. Maybe he still knew it subconsciously? The Italian didn't look back, and he was still glaring at England. England felt irritated by the glaring, so he glared back.

"NO! BUT I FOUND THE CAZZO PRINCIPESSA, BASTARDO!" Shouted the Italian back.

"FUSOSOSOSOSO! OH NO YOU DON'T!" And then, the clacking sound of metal still continued. The Italian started to think deeply, deciding what his course of action was next.

'What the bloody hell is going on?! Pardon my speech, my bloody mind. How many times do I have to tell you all that I'm not a F*CK*NG PRINCESS! Is he an intruder?' Thought the English Nation, irritated. He knew what principessa meant because he guessed that it meant princess. England didn't know that he already spoke the word cazzo earlier, and it was right. He was quite confused what's happening outside, and he didn't know if he was an ally or an enemy. After all, he didn't know much about the Nations. He didn't even know who the enemies were! Or the allies of America. Suddenly, England stopped his musing as he heard the quick footsteps coming his way. He snapped off and saw the Italian in front of him.

"So, he really achieved what he wanted, and it was really you, tea-bastardo." Said the Italian, looking England up and down. England blushed in embarrassment and anger, because the Italian was kind of checking him up. The Italian had dark brown hair, an olive complexion, and wild long curl on the left side of his hair, light green eyes, and he wore an Italian military uniform.

"Achieved what? Would you stop looking at me like that?" Said England, irritated, and his blush was quickly vanishing. The Italian tsked, and he quickly grabbing England's wrist and dragged him away.

"Wha—" the Italian cut off England, and the red album suddenly dropped on the ground with a thud.

"We don't have enough time, and we will explain it on the way, just walk faster and follow me," ordered the Italian, and then they ran outside the room.

"SPAIN, LET'S GO!" shouted the Italian. England flinched because of the Italian's loud voice. The Italian used his free hand to quickly draw his pistol, already loaded. England eyed the pistol, not really sure if he should trust the Italian or not, but his instinct told him that he wasn't in danger, so he followed him silently without complaint.

"Are you an enemy or not?" England asked, breaking the silence. The Italian didn't looked at him, but they still quickly ran ahead of them.

"Let's just say that we are seeking our justice, and fighting for our freedom. If we're your enemy, I would have killed you f*ck*ng minutes ago!" Snapped the Italian. England raised one of his bushy eyebrows, and he growled at him.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know that you're starting to PMS. So—you're an enemy of America, in short."

"Ha! Are you f*ck*ng blind?! I'm a f*ck*ng male, you stupido! Ding! Congratulations, you've won a f*ck*ng grand prize, you smart-ass."

"Oh, belt up, why won't you? You bloody wanker!"

"Yeah, says the stupid f*ck*ng gentleman!"

"You f*ck*r, take that back!"

And then, they continuously cursed each other with colourful words and rainbows. But still, Romano busted down every door in his sight.

~-Hetalia-~

Meanwhile Spain was kind of having a hard time fighting with Japan. They clashed with their weapons: The Katana and The War Axe. Japan and Spain were a few meters apart, eying each other critically. Spain had curly brown hair, green eyes, fair and olive skin, and he wore khaki-coloured uniform with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Spain was waiting for Romano's signal. And then he heard it.

"SPAIN, LET'S GO!" Spain grinned. That's his cue to go. Suddenly, Japan saw the opportunity to attack and dashed off quickly, but Spain quickly parried it with his War Axe's handle. Spain was sweating bullets, but he still grinned nonetheless.

"That's a close call, mi amigo. But I have to go, mi linda poco de tomate will get angry with me. I should take this seriously, ¿no?" Chirped Spain quite cheerfully, and then he quickly changed into a serious one, with a black aura coming out intimately. He smiled madly at him. Japan was starting to shake.

'What is this…I'm shaking…is this what the former super powerful Empire feels like when facing him seriously in a fight?' Thought Japan. Japan's eyes shadowed, covering his eyes to hide his emotions. Japan's hands gripped his hilt of his sword tightly while he was still shaking. Spain noticed.

"Are you scared, mi amigo?" Spain teased with a mocking smile. Japan stopped shaking by inhaling and exhaling to calm himself down, and then he looked at Spain passively. Japan's posture was already calm.

"いいえ! I'm not shaking in fear, Spain-san. I'm quite excited, honestly. I must say that..." Explained Japan politely. Suddenly, Japan's dark aura burst out, and he was looking at him with mad eyes.

"Failure is not an option, and I must protect England-sama as America-sama ordered me to do. I'm not easily defeated, Spain-san." Continued Japan. Spain grinned darkly.

"Fusosososo, I know you're not kidding, mi amigo. Let's have fun, sí?" Chirped Spain.

'Lo siento, Romano. I guess I'm going to be late. Dios, please let mi linda poco de tomatesafe for his journey.' Prayed Spain, and then their fight continued.

~-Hetalia-~

The Italian kept busting the door down with his foot carelessly, and England was witnessing it all. England shook his head in exasperation while closing his eyes with a sigh. When he quickly opened his eyes because the Italian was dragging him away all of a sudden, the Italian kept cursing under his breath.

"Stupido Russo e stupido fratellino for getting captured, and stupido Spagna for leaving their responsibility to me with the tea-bastardo." Cursed and mumbled the Italian under his breath, and England heard all of it.

"You know, I can bloody hear you!" England snapped, irritated.

"Oh, I'm sorry, principessa. I'll just whisper instead." Mocked the Italian. When they were already in the next door, they shivered because of the cold atmosphere that spilled out from under the closed-door.

"Do you feel that?" England whispered, anticipating the Italian's next action by looking at the Italian's hand, and he decided to ignore the Italian's mocking voice earlier. The Italian let the Briton's hand go, and he put it inside his pocket. When he let it out, England saw that it was a pin. The Italian put his pistol in his dark brown holster, and then the Italian started to picklock.

"Yeah…That's the stupido Russo, alright. Just wait a damn minute, and I'll just open this damn door." Mumbled the Italian, and then they heard the door click. The Italian smirked successfully, and then he put the pin inside his pocket. England didn't believe that the Italian used a pin to unlock the door in a freaking minute! He knew if he were to do that, it would take three minutes, and he didn't know why he knew that, and he blamed his subconscious.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol…" continued the strange sound, causing the two of them to shiver.

"Damn, he's scary." Mumbled the Italian. England just nodded.

"Is that you, America? Are you going to play with me again?" Russia asked darkly. England heard the heavy Russian accent when he spoke in English. The Italian started to shake in fear due to Russia's tone.

"Ch-Chigi! No! It's me, Romano. I'm going to let you out of here, but we need to get to our base, and not beat the crap out of America first." Answered Romano, still shivering in fear. England tried his best not to shiver though, and he needed to be calm and collected like a gentleman would be. England decided to open the door for him. The dark room suddenly brightened thanks to the opened door, and the light hit the Russian, who was wearing his own country's Russian flag boxer. His hands were shackled to the wall, as well as his feet, hanging in mid-air. Russia gave them a childish smile as his dark aura toned down, finally realising that his allies had come to save him.

"Da, okay. By the way, Italy is next door, so we should escape quickly." Said Russia.

"And I really need my clothes back…." Added Russia.

"W-Why don't you run around with your boxer on? W-We don't have enough time to escape! Our people is in real trouble, and I bet the damn American is already killing our people one by one." Said Romano, still stuttering nervously. Russia thought about it for a second, and then he nodded. He knew that it would take a while to find his clothes. Maybe America already burned his clothes? He will take revenge someday. After all, he wanted to make America suffer and see him beg for Russia's mercy. It would be a gleeful moment to savour. Of course, that's his future plan, and he didn't want to spend his time imagining it all the time. After all, he wanted his imagination to turn into reality. He didn't want to waste time.

"I guess so. I'll let you off the hook, but let me down so that I can grab my beloved pipe inside that closet." Said Russia. Romano nodded, and he quickly scurried off, and then he began to picklock again with the same trick he did just a few minutes ago. Russia noticed that England was here, and he looked at him. England locked his gaze on him, and then he shivered when he smiled at him childishly. Russia looked him in the eyes, and he noticed something.

"Comrade, I see that he brought you into this world. Do you remember where you live and who you are?" the Russian asked. The shackles on Russia's left foot were finally free, and then Romano quickly went to the other side. Fortunately, Russia's free foot was on the ground safely. England frowned at Russia's question.

"What do you mean that 'he brought you into this world'? But anyway, I don't know much, honestly. America told me that I'm the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and my human name is Arthur Kirkland. He told me that I'm his lover (Romano just gagged while he was working when he heard the 'lover' part, and England glared at him, feeling irate), and I hit my head quite hard by the assassin, so I had amnesia. He also told me that we're the personifications of our respective country. I guess that you're Russia and that he's Romano (Romano just rolled his eyes as he worked. England knew he was doing so, shooting a glare at him). Also, he prescribed me medicine to drink." England answered truthfully. He didn't know why he told them that, but he felt that he trusted them, and he always did what his instinct told him to do. The two of them heard the clicking sound, which meant that Russia's other foot was free, and then Romano started on Russia's wrist. Suddenly, Russia looked at England seriously.

"About the personifications of countries, your human and country names are partly right. About the lover part and hitting your head hard, it's a lie." Said Russia, bluntly. England's eyes widened in shock. In the past few hours, doing romantic stuff with America, it was all a lie?! England felt heartbroken, but he hid his pain in the back of his mind and heart, and he felt numb. The part with him hitting his head hard, why the bloody hell did he lose his memories if that wasn't the case?! He tried to be calm, and he succeeded. England never noticed that Romano was looking at him with pity, but he continued to picklock the shackles quickly.

"Comrade, I must advice you to stop drinking that medicine. Your aura is slightly off. I'm guessing that it's the medicine fault." Warned Russia. England looked at him curiously.

"I'll take note that down. My aura?" England inquired. Russia nodded.

"Da, it's like our magical aura. Yours is light green, and it means that there's something interfering your aura. When I saw the other England when he was alive, it was the shade of powerful dark green. I bet that you have the same aura as his." Answered Russia. Another clicking sound resounded, which meant that Russia's other hand was free, so Romano quickly scurried off to the other side, and he started working again.

"'Was' means that England in this world is…dead? You mean…I don't belong here? You mean…America really lied to me?" England said quite loudly, not knowing who to trust. He knew something was off with America, when he saw his cold look. He shivered in fear, and then his head suddenly throbbed painfully. Russia looked at him in pity, and then he noticed England's reaction, seeing him in pain, and Russia was caught in surprise.

"Comrade?" Russia called in concern. England's headache doubled, and then he put his hands on the sides of his forehead, trying to rub his temples to ease the pain but it wasn't effective.

"Nonononononono! Make it stop! It hurts! Stop it! Stopstopstopstop!" England screamed, and he started wobbling. His vision started to look hazy. Romano quickly unlocked the last shackles, and Russia was finally set free. Suddenly, he heard a thud, and they saw that England was unconscious on the cold floor.

"Damn." Muttered Romano, and he looked at England worriedly. Russia quickly ran towards England, and then shifted England onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Russia turned towards the Italian.

"I don't know what happened, but I saw the disturbances in England's aura. But first, let's set your brother free." Said Russia. Romano nodded quickly, and then he looked at England worriedly for a second, but it soon vanished. After all, he wasn't worried at all, and he was only looking at him. Yeah, he wasn't worried about the tea-bastard, and he was looking at England's bushy eyebrows and not his face. With that, they quickly went to the next room.

After they set North Italy free, with a teary reunion (Italy kept hugging with his brother with teary eyes, and Romano was fussing a lot. Russia only smiled at them childishly, and he wished he could see his sisters again.)

"Oh right, we must help Spain! He was still fighting with Japan. Let's go!" Romano said, and then he quickly ran off towards where Spain was. The two Nations quickly ran after him. Of course, it's supposed to be three, but the other one was unconscious. Italy didn't know how England was still alive; he was supposed to be dead. Also…His friends Germany and Japan were brainwash by America. Italy looked straight ahead. He was determined to save his poor friends. And not only Germany and Japan were brainwashed, but also the others!

'Germany, Japan, Prussia, and others. I promise you that we will save you all! Germany, I'll show you my real strength! I'll show you that I'm not useless! My promise, to not fight again, will once be broken.Si prega di Dio, forgive my sins as I fight once again. Give me your strength as I fight my enemies. Guide us with your light and perish the evil. Let Alfred be cured of his darkness and forgive him for what he has done. Amen.' Prayed Italy inside his mind, and then he signed in a cross. Russia noticed him, but he didn't say a word. Suddenly, some static voices came through Romano's pocket. Russia and Italy ran quickly, until they were beside Romano.

"Boss…" he said through the radio. Romano quickly picked it up, and then he talked through the walkie-talkie.

"Federico! What happened?!" Romano said in panic.

"Boss…*Pant* so many killed…men! *pant* Hurry up!" Replied the walkie-talkie.

"dannazione!" cursed Romano.

"We will escape as fast as we can! Don't give in, damn it!" Romano roared through the walkie-talkie.

"Yes, boss!" he answered back. They heard the gun firing and people shouted through the walkie-talkie when he replied. Italy began to pray again for the lost souls and the lost one to go to heaven. Romano and Russia ignored Italy's action, as they were busy thinking deeply. Suddenly, they heard loud clashing of metals.

"Tsk! That idiot is still doing it." Said Romano. All of a sudden, there was a black aura bursting out on Russia. Romano looked and saw Russia's childish smile with his pipe ready.

"Let the fun begins~" Russia said in creepy tone. Both the siblings shuddered, and then Russia dashed away very quickly. Russia felt excitement course through his veins, finally going to fight. Russia forgot that England was still on his shoulder, unconscious, and only Italy just noticed it.

"Fratello, did he notice that England is still on his shoulder?"

"Dannazione!"

"Language, Fratello!"

"Taci!"

"Also, I just noticed that Russia was wearing only boxers."

"Just….Taci, fratello. Taci, not a single word about his damn boxers. He will kill us!"

"Okay~"

~-Hetalia-~

~England's POV~

When Russia started to explain the truth, I finally got the answers to the questions I've been asking. I can't believe that America lied to me! Bloody wanker! Suddenly, my head throbbed painfully and then it doubled. I know Russia was calling me, but I couldn't hear it very well. My headache tripled, and I started shouting.

"Nonononononono! Make it stop! It hurts! Stop it! Stopstopstopstop!" I screamed in pain. My vision was swirling until my sight was pitch black.

When I opened my eyes because of the irritation of the sun hitting my eyes, I saw that I was back in our room. I was lying on the Queen size bed. Suddenly, I heard the creaking door and footsteps approaching me as I sat up straight immediately, looking who opened the door. My eyes widened in surprised as I saw America and I, cuddling around. My head was leaning on America's shoulder in an affectionate manner, and the American's arm was hovering on my shoulder. By the looks of it, they didn't notice me.

'Is this...one of my memories?' I thought, confused. Russia told me that America and I weren't lovers, so what the bloody hell am I seeing?! I frowned in confusion until I was snapped out of it by America's voice, beginning to speak.

"You know...Arthur..." said the American while looking at Arthur. Arthur hummed as his answer while he closed his eyes and sighed, feeling lots of love and care from him.

"I love you," confessed America. He opened his green eyes, and he looked at him lovingly with a gentle smile. He chuckled.

"I know. I love you too, Alfred. I heard that 2, 607, 777, 106 times." He counted. America grinned at him sheepishly.

"Hahahah! You really love me, huh? Counting how many time I say 'I love you' to you," said America.

"And that's 2, 607, 777, 107 times." He said cheekily. America pouted.

"That's not counted!" America whined. He smirked at him, but it changed into a hurtful look.

"You mean that you didn't love me?" He said in a shaky voice. America suddenly unlatched his arms over his lover and panicked.

"T-That's not it! I really, really love you an infinite number of times!" America explained quickly, and then he had a great idea. America grabbed his lover chin quite gently, and then he approached their faces quite closely. His lover knew that he was going to kiss him. Their lips were only a few inches apart, and their breaths mingled hotly.

"You know...Alfred," he whispered. They gazed at each other, not breaking their gaze.

"Yeah...?" America whispered back, looking at his green eyes. His lover suddenly smirked playfully.

"That's 2, 607, 777, 108 times." He said, bluntly. America's body stepped back, breaking them apart. America turned, and sulked suddenly.

"You play with my heart Arthur! You destroy our loving atmosphere! How cruel!" Sulked Alfred. Arthur felt guilty.

"I'm not playing with your heart, Alfred. Oh, bullocks!" Arthur cursed with a blush on his cheeks. He knew how to cure and mend this stupid behaviour. Arthur forcibly turned America's body to him, and then he smacked his lips on Alfred's. America was shock by his lover brash move. But anyway, he accepted it. Arthur latched his hands around Alfred's neck, while Alfred's hands were already on the back of Arthur's neck. They pressed each other hotly, feeling their heat. America poked his tongue on Arthur's lips, asking for entrance. Arthur complied by opening his lips and tilted his head, and then they kissed passionately.

I saw it all and blushed, looking away, not wanting to see it all. I also heard them moaning quite loudly.

"Damn...Why don't they make-up in their own room." I muttered. I decided to ignore them. I didn't know what was real or what wasn't. My heart and mind were conflicted, and I felt annoyed feeling like this. Suddenly, I heard their loud moans. I looked back, I started to blush again, and I regret seeing it. I saw that they were touching each other quite...intimately while lying on the carpeted floor, and then I looked away.

"A-Alfred...st-stop...tea-teasing me! Ngh!"

"*pant*...*pant* You're so beautiful, my beloved. *Kissing sound*"

"Nghgah! Stop...t-touching that.."

Please, end this bloody nightmare! I don't want to see all of this! Please don't tell me that we're already started to have sex in the past!

~England's POV End~

~-Hetalia-~

Many cuts, wounds, tore clothes, and bruises adorned their skin. They were a few meters apart, panting. Spain spat on the ground, as his red spittle splattered on it, and he quickly wiped his bloodied mouth on his sleeve. He grinned at Japan cheerfully, but Japan only looked at him seriously. It had been thirty minutes since they started fighting. Their cuts, wounds, and bruises kept healing since they had an abnormal healing ability, and it was hard killing Nations. Their weapons were already enchanted by their magical abilities. Spain's war axe was on fire while Japan's katana surrounded by the wind, covering their weapons up. Spain had a bit of a disadvantage because of the elements. He really needed to boost his fire element or else, Japan would win. He just wished reinforcement arrived. Suddenly, icicles shot out all of a sudden, bypassing him, and Japan dodged the icicles on time. Spain knew who had ice power. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. When Spain looked, he saw Russia. Spain grinned. Russia looked at him with the childish smile of his. Spain didn't comment about Russia's cool entrance, which became kind of lame because he was only wearing a boxer, but Spain assumed that he had a siesta and forgot to put his clothes on. Japan stayed silent, trying not looking at Russia inappropriately.

"Comrade, I hope that I'm not too late. We must quickly escape before America catches up." Warned Russia seriously. Spain nodded.

"Sí, I know. But you're not too late, and I'm having a hard time with Japón right about now." Said Spain, truthfully.

"ごめなさい, ロッシイアとスパイン to interrupt your conversation. Russia-san, could you please give England-sama back?" Japan asked politely. Russia looked at Japan and shook his head.

"Nyet, You must defeat me first." Said Russia. His dark aura tripled, and Japan shivered and began shaking once again.

"Ah, at least I tried. Sorry to offend you, but I really hate your guts." Said Japan, honestly.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol! Do you want me to stare at you again and let the Great Kantou earthquake befall you once more?" Russia threatened. Japan started to shiver again. Spain and Russia saw it all and they smiled madly.

"Let me ice sculpt you, da? You and your fear will be stuck together inside the ice as I work on you. Right, Spain?" Russia asked with his childish smile. Spain looked at him and nodded cheerfully.

"Sí, I'll use my wonderful axe as an ice pick! My beloved axe is sharp! It can tear the bones of a human, woods, and rocks! Lo amo mi hacha como Rusia a su pipa!" Chirped Spain as his dark aura tripled like Russia. Russia only chuckled.

"You have wonderful idea and the weapon you have there, comrade. I just wish that you're always like this." Said Russia. Spain shook his head.

"Mi amigo, mi linda poco de tomate will be afraid of me!" Spain wailed with tears in his eyes.

"I know what you feel, comrade. Let's start ice scripting, da?" Russia said. Spain stopped wailing, and then he nodded. Their dark aura quadrupled as they smiled creepily.

"Before Romano comes here, let's finished it as fast as possible."

"Da!"

After that they fought viciously, and Japan lost as he was outnumbered and he was really ice sculpted, stuck inside the ice, and his eyes filled with anger while looking at them. Spain and Russia were feeling disappointed because it wasn't supposed to be like that! It's supposed to be fear in his eyes, not anger! Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming in their way. When they turned, Spain's dark aura dissipated, and only he looked at them very brightly. Russia's dark aura also disappeared, and he decided to look around his surroundings to see if there was still an enemy.

"mi cute pequeñas Italias! You're okay! Italy, how are you—" he got interrupted by Italy hugging him to his chest.

"Big brother Spain, it was horrible! America kept hitting me whenever he was in a bad mood! Germany didn't respond, and is that Japan in the ice?!" Italy exclaimed. He detached himself from Spain's chest, and he examined Japan. Spain looked at him, and then he scratched his cheek sheepishly.

"Sí, It was—" Spain was cut off by Romano.

"That's real art, fratello.It wasn't Japan. If he is, he would cut the ice off with his f*ck*ng windy powers and be like a stupido ninja." Romano said. Spain looked at Romano thankfully, and then he hugged Romano tightly.

"Gracias, Romano!" Spain said gleefully. Romano shouted profanities at him to let him go, but Spain ignored it.

"I see! This piece is the work of art! When Japan is better, I'm going to gift him with this!" Italy said cheerfully. Spain and Romano stopped moving, and then they were sweating bullets.

"That's not a great idea, Feliciano," warned Spain.

"Yeah, at night, that ice will get melted and then he's going f*ck*ng eat you." Lied Romano quickly. Italy shrieked, and then he latched onto Spain's other arm, hugging very tightly while he shivered like a leaf. Romano was on the left side of Spain, though.

"Let's go comrade. I can smell lots of blood spilled in this floor." Said Russia, killing the happy reunion. The three of them stiffened, and then they nodded. They really needed to make a fast escape from this mansion-like-castle. They quickly ran towards the opposite direction until they stopped running, like their feet were frozen by ice, because of the chilling aura behind them.

"This atmosphere…." Said Russia seriously. He knew this atmosphere very well, and also the dark aura. They moved their head slowly, until they saw his angry eyes, glaring at them lethally.

~TBC~

~Onto the translation~

Italian

Dannazione! - Damn it!

CAZZO PRINCIPESSA, BASTARDO! - F*ck*ng princess, bastard!

BASTARDO! - Bastard

Stupido Russo e stupido fratellino - Stupid Russian and stupid little brother

Stupido Spagna - Stupid Spain

Ruso - Russia

Si prega di Dio- Please God

Fratello - Brother

Taci! - Shut up!

Spanish

mi amigo - My friend

mi linda poco de tomate - my cute little tomato

¿no? - no?

Sí - Yes

Lo siento - I'm sorry

Dios - God

Japón - Japan

Lo amo mi hacha como Rusia a su pipa! - I love my axe as Russia to his pipe!

mi cute pequeñas Italias - My cute little Italies

Gracias - Thank you

Japanese

いいえ- No!

ごめなさい - I'm sorry

ロッシイアとスパイン- Russia and Spain

Russian

Nyet - No (I cannot type Russian xD)

I hope my translation is right, and I searched it xD.

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