You jump out of your seat, reaching towards Italy as he drops the clock. The weight behind him is too strong. The clock smashes, and the glass cover shatters all over the floor. Italy yelps as he hits the ground. Your sudden movement jolts the table and knocks over your drink. You pause. You don't know what to do. Italy is on the floor, staring at the shattered clock in panic as England gets up. He rushes to Italy's side, helping him up.

"Italy, are you okay?" Italy doesn't respond to the question, his eyes glassy. You look around, searching for anyone else who is affected. You can't remember who this clock affect.

"America, what's wrong?" You can hear Canada around the corner, by the beds. You rush over, America still in his bed. But now he's sat up, duvet covering up to his waist as he rubs his eyes with the balls of his hand, looking extremely tense.

"Yeah, bro, I'm just..." he gives a long sigh, face scrunching up. He looks around, bringing his hands down to grab at the sheet. "I'm back." He didn't know what else to say.

"You look incredibly pale." Canada worries. "Do you want a drink?" You catch sight of Japan leaving the bathroom; his face washed of colour.

"Japan?" You ask softly, tilting your head as you approach him.

"It was actually..." Japan begins under his breath. "The second world."

"Hm?" Britain sits Italy down, looking over at him. "What's the matter?"

"They weren't just hypothetical scenarios..." Japan looks up, face lighting up upon a realisation. "Everything I have seen until now... was past experiences or the future...?"

"Wait, hold the phone!" America jumps up out of bed, feet bare of socks as he pads over to Japan. "Right now stands for what number in time? Just how many times have we lost our friends?" America shakes his hands in frustration.

"What number?" Canada frowns, before raising a brow. He follows after America. "What? We?" Italy flinches, hugging his arms around himself.

"What's all this fuss about?" France walks over, ringing a towel around his hair.

"You mean, how many times have we came here?" Russia asks cautiously. Japan groans in pain, swaying. England leaves Italy's side and approaches Japan; arms out and ready to catch.

"H-hey, are you all right?" Britain places his hand on Japan's forearm. "Just what in the world did you see?! Can you go back once more?" He tilts his head. Japan blinks slowly, his lips parting as he pants.

"Even if we could, I don't think I'd want to." America scrunches up his face, sending Britain a reserved look. He sees England holding Japan, and be suddenly braces his hands on his knees. "Can't you... do that for me? I don't feel so good, either..." Japan mutters an apology.

"You look... unsteady on your feet." Russia looks between them.

"Why don't you boys sit for a while? China and I will get you something." France comforts. America looks up, watching France disappear into the kitchen. Then he looks at Viktor.

"Hey!" America shouts, straightening himself out as he marches over. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He yells, stopping before the Russian. You watch, panicked. Viktor lifts his head, facing America's direction in acknowledgement. "You better start explaining. People are... This isn't the first time this has happened?!" America clenches his fist. "Someone just died, and that's on you!" He sucks in a breath, knuckles turning white. "What's happening here?!"

"America, calm down." Britain approaches him. "America, he doesn't understand."

"If it won't tell us, then we'll have to get it out from it." Russia steps forward, hand going inside his coat. Your breath catches in your throat.

"C-calm down," Canada speaks up. You look at him, scared. "America, explain what happened." Canada approaches.

"Those clocks... They aren't--" he lets out a groan, tensing up. "They're memories! They're some sort of flashback, and this isn't the first time we've been here!" Canada's expression falls.

"I... Don't understand."

"But he does! He knows what's happening!"

"I guess we'll have to get it out of it." Russia smiles, wondering over to the beds. He reaches under his bed, pulling out a duffle bag. He dumps it on the table and opens it up.

"You still have that?" China asks, drying his hands off.

"What?" America looks over and sees the abundance of weapons inside.

【D4y 2, F1r3pl4c3 R00m, Curr3nt T1m3 L00p, Ch1na, J4p4n & Ru5514】

"Russia, it's your cell phone." China points out.

"Amazing," Russia sings. "As soon as we fixed the time, the phone also began to work - or not." Russia frowns as he pulls at the metal rod on his phone. "The antenna isn't up." He looks at the other two and smiles. "Anyway, I'm going to pick it up and make it so the both of you can hear it too." He presses a button, answering the call. "Кто это?" Russia puts his phone on speaker. A musical note resonates through the line, and then the caller hangs up. "It looks like it got cut off." Russia inspects the screen as he pushes down the antenna.

"Aiya! It's a bug!" China panics as he points accusingly at the device. A phone that old had to have something wrong with it. Or literally infested with insects.

"A bug?" Japan repeats, scrutinising China. "Never heard of a 'phone bug' before." Japan looks at China with a deadpan expression. "What we heard was a note played on a piano."

"A piano..." Russia drifts off, before blinking owlishly and shrugs, dumping a bag on the table. "I also found these in the draw." Then he pulls out multiple guns, knives and some random tools from inside the cabinet.

"Ai ya, Guns?!" China shouts as he jumps back.

"I think we should keep them. They may come in handy for when we reencounter the Thing." Japan says reluctantly, eyes gazing over the weapons. There is a sharpening rock with the tools so that he could use that for his katana. Russia nods in agreement as he opens up his coat and puts them all away.

"You are very calm about this." China eyes Japan wearily. Japan's neutral expressions usually worried China, but this time even more so. He didn't even seem to bat an eyelash at the weapons!

"This mansion is hectic, so I am always ready to expect the unexpected," Japan answers with a sigh. He really is not reacting like a normal person.

"That makes sense..." China mumbles.

"We have nothing else to do here, so let's go back to England," Russia advises as he closes up his coat.

"Indeed. If all goes well, Germany and Italy-chan should also be able to join us there. Let us put everything in order here and hurry." Japan concludes.

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"Back when that thing jumped us in the fireplace room, Russia found it in the drawers," Japan explains, looking at Russia. You get up, watching them with wide eyes.

Are they being serious?

Russia hums, picking up a knife kit. America lets out a deep breath through his nose, shaking his head as he tries to calm himself. Japan picks up a rough-looking stone, Prussia watching with matched curiosity.

"This is... Extreme." Canada blinks. "And you say you found it in a draw?"

"That's weird, these weapons have recently been cleaned. Look." England lifts a gun out the bag.

"Do you, do you think these could be our counterparts?" Canada stutters, growing nervous. Prussia looks at you, expression oddly neutral. You look at him, alarmed.

Are they going to hurt Viktor?

"Guys..." Your voice is quiet, as you look around. France sends you a glance, giving a pitiful smile. You shrink away at that.

"That means we have the upper hand, right?" America asks, looking around hopefully. "They're missing weapons. Weapons which we now have."

"Maybe this can even the playing field," England mutters, nodding in agreement.

"Even the playing field..." You whisper, cradling your hand to your chest. No one pays you any attention.

"We have until noon to find them. If not, then we make a stand in one of the corridors." Germany plans, looking around for any objections. He looks at you last, expression tight before he turns away as if he saw nothing. It hurt. That look hurt more than he knew.

"He must know where they're hiding." China points out.

"I thought you didn't want to fight them?" France cocks a brow at him. China huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, there's not much to do if you insist, aru." China casts his gaze back to Viktor. The man is sweaty, the fabric over his eye absorbing the beads that drip down his forehead. "But he should know where they're hiding. Can't we just ask him? We've done this sort of thing before." You stiffen, looking over to Viktor. They're talking about torturing him. They are so relaxed about it. Your mouth loosens, brow furrowed. You can't comprehend this. You don't want to believe that they'll do it, but they will. He's sat right there in front of them and they plan on hurting him. 

They're basing this all on assumptions! It's so stupid. They need to think about it for one second, but they're too blind but their hate for them!

What can you do? You look to Viktor, face panicked. You need to convince them, and then it all clicks. You know what you can do.

"What are you doing?" Romano looks at you, scowling. You look at him in earnest. You're told in America's way, blocking everyone's path to Viktor.

"Explaining to you why you're being assholes." You grit your teeth, trying to brainstorm. There are not that many things to say, but you'll do it, you'll persuade them.

"(F/n), you're standing--!"

"The child is right." You feel something at your throat, an arm going over your chest and holding your back against their torso. Everyone is on guard. Your hands reach up, grabbing his bicep. It's too tight. Your body tenses as you realise what's happening.

"Let them go!" Prussia yells, raising his weapon. The others are on guard.

"You do realise I have a weapon to their throat?"

"So you can speak English?" England huffs. "I bet you thought you were so smart. Well, ha! We never spoke about our plans!"

"Now is not the time for that!" China scolds.

"Move back," Viktor warns. He, somehow, has a knife. Which he oh-so-nicely has held to your neck. Your fingers twitch, your throat clogging up. Your body is tense, and you try to get free. You look at them all: mutters and swears, weapons and words. None of this is right. Your fingers hurt as they continue to tense - strain - against Viktor's forearm.

"Viktor." You say, thick-throated.

"Be quiet, (F/n)."

"Viktor?" France stares at you; face screwed up in confusion. His expression then looks betrayed, mouth opens aghast. "(F/n)?" France is hesitant. You look up and stop resisting Viktors hold. It seems he has his blindfold off, as many of them are avoiding looking up.

"I am going to take (F/n) with me and leave them at the door."

"Yeah, like we'll let you put your foot out the door!" America yells.

"You don't have a choice. Unless you would like for me to cut open their throat?" Viktor raises a brow, pushing the knife closer to your neck. You make a noise, mixed between a grunt and a whine as you lean further back into his body.

"Are these situations normal for you?" Russia laughs lowly, looking at you.

"Seems like it." Viktor frowns, scrunching up his nose at the comeback.

Because I know you better than them, shitface.

"Do not insult me," Viktor mutters.

"Then don't be stupid." You snapback, hands still trying to pry off his arm, not even bothering with the knife. You push forwards - something he doesn't expect so he loosens his hold - before turning around. He still has you pinned to him. Your neck stings, a small slice across your neck. You look up at Viktor. His eyepatch is there, but blindfold probably is thrown into some corner of the room. His hair is dishevelish and a deep furrow is on his face. You stare at him straight in the eye, but he doesn't look down. He stares at the others, still trying to use you as a shield against the wrath of the first players.

"Look me at me."

"Don't intervene, (F/n)!" England instructs, slowly stepping forward. Viktor looks down hesitantly, locking eyes with you. You frown, lips tightly screwed and eyes livid. Viktor wrinkles his nose in response.

"Intervene?" You repeat with venom, not looking back at Britain. "I'm the one being held hostage!" You keep the level gaze. You grab his hand - no resistance coming his way - and place the tip of the knife on your neck. "If you plan to kill me, at least have as little blood as possible everywhere. I'd hate to get it on your coat." You pat his chest, head tilting to the side as you sneer at him. You're fuming. Angry. Scared. Furious! Everyone is quiet. You don't look away from him, refusing to back down.

"The opposite. Weak. Stupid, and is just what we need."

He's not wrong.

"We do not need them. They are helpless and naïve. The best thing they are is bait."

Bait. If you can prolong this, keep them at bay. No, just a pause is enough. You need your breath back. You need to think!

"Make sure I am always in harm's way if it gives everyone else more time."

You didn't even value your own life enough. You'd rather abuse this meat shield if it means giving everyone else more time. They all need time. Viktor needs time to think this through. You need to deescalate the situation. 

"Ah, I should probably stop doing that."

You cut people off constantly, shouted at them all, and they still want to protect you?! You're so selfish, they're all dealing with their own memories and you can't for one simple second look outside your closed-off mind and--

Viktor moves the knife away. 

Your eyes widen, looking him over in disbelief. Your body sags as his arm drops, and he stares down at you, agitated. Spain reaches forward, grabbing your arm and yanking you back into his chest. You didn't notice. You didn't see until now as you raise your hands to push back on Spain's chest. Your fingers are shaking. They tremble, and you take in a sharp breath, fingers curling over the fabric of Spain's shirt.

"It's okay." He whispers, patting your head as he repeats the words, muttering them into your ear.

"I've had enough of your bullshit." Britain aims his gun at Viktor. "We've allowed you into our saferoom, you backchat, and then you attempt a hostage takeover. You know something, and we can't let you go." Britain looks at Prussia and Germany. "Tie him up again, and we can use Russia method."

"Ja, Ja, Ja." Prussia nods, sounding annoyed already.

"Don't give me attitude. You tied him up in the first place." Britain clicks his tongue.

"No!" You look over at England, his gun still loosely held in his hand as he surveys Russia.

"What do you mean, 'no'? They just held you at knifepoint!" England shouts in exasperation. You falter, looking over at Viktor.

Englands right, he held me at knife-point. But I know - I know it! I'm not wrong! If I'm wrong about this then everything I know could be wrong.

"He did, and he had the perfect opportunity to hurt me! He said so himself that he'd use me, but he didn't."

"That's because he knows he won't get far," Romano adds, looking you over. Every time you'd say something, and every time you would piss him off.

"That's not it!" You turn to Viktor, eyes wide as Germany wraps ropes around his wrists. "Viktor!"

"So you've picked the weakest out from us and used them as your prey?" Germany asks, yanking Viktor back into his chair.

 "And calling yourself Viktor?" Prussia questions, setting his hand down on his shoulder. Russia pulls out a knife from in the bag.

"It is like you're trying to be human." Russia muses. You watch, gawking. You look back to Viktor.

Please, please do something!

"There isn't anything to do." He replies, his gaze neutral.

"Doing nothing isn't an option!" You yell, angry. You growl, thinking. "If you don't say anything, then I will."

"(F/n), this isn't--" Britain begins, lifting his hand to let you down gently. You scowl, looking at him.

"Viktor is a pacifist!" Even the tussling if clothes have stopped. And now they're staring again, staring at you but so differently.

"He's a what?" America's jaw drops.

"(F/n)... that's a bit--farfetched." You're being brushed off again.

"Viktor is a pacifist, and his eye got like that from a vodka bottle." Then you look at Russia, hands balled into a fist. You feel the anger and fuel it into determination. "More specifically, a beer bottle that Russia stabbed into his eye around 1914? 1917?" You squint, tilting your head at the first player. He's quiet, mouth opening in shock before he wipes it away.

"Did he tell you that?" Romano asks, seemingly tired. "You know he's trying to make you pity him. Make you side with him."

"He didn't tell me, and you never told me it was wrong." You look at Romano. "Which I'm not, am I? I'm right?" Romano furrows his brow at you, scrunching up his nose. You feel a smile on your face. You're right. Which means you're not wrong.

I'm not wrong.

"Then how did you know?" China asks sceptically.

"You live with a guy in a panda outfit and are in denial about it." You state bluntly. China's face drops, before growing red.

"Aiya, I do not!"

"More often then not, you'll also return home to see Russia at your table." You look at Russia, before glazing over him. He doesn't need your attention anymore, especially after what you said. He's still a bit shell-shocked, deep into a memory.  "Canada." He stiffens. He's been quiet through most of this. The man is always on the fence. "You... when you first met America, he paid attention to you for all of 10 seconds because you looked like him, then went back to giving his attention to England." You scan him for any reaction. He stares at you in astonishment.

"What is this?" Romano cuts in, waving his hand you dismissively. "You know stuff about us? Canada talked about that on one of the talks shows he was on. The media outed Chinas fucking furry friend!"

"You want me to say something about you?" You cock a brow. You sound sassy, unimpressed.

"That's not what I said." He snaps back.

"Yeah, but you aren't going to believe me until I do. So..." You look him over, before noticing Spain at his side. "When you were a kid and wet the bed, you'd blame it on a squirrel. Then, you and Spain went to a shop and asked the shopkeeper to give you something to stop you from wetting the bed." Romano's face flushes, his ears feeling hot.

"I was a child!"

"German? Germanic-" you sound extremely unsure "-soldiers came to Spain's house when you were younger, and your first response was to push away them and shout at Spain to run."

"I don't remember that one! You must be making shit up." Romano scoffs. You stop, staring at him dead straight. There's that tickle in your stomach. They're all staring at you, and your throat keeps tensing. You can feel your hands shaking; it's like that has taken over your entire body. But you push through. You need to push through until they believe you.

"Ah, Roma." Spain sucks in his bottom lip, waving his finger as he thinks. "Actually, you did. You made a fuss when I was having a meeting for political reasons and so on... Austria got really mad at me because they complained about it." He then looks at you, expression confused. "But, ah... how do you know about that?" You look him dead in the eye, but don't answer his question.

"When England was younger he grew out his hair because he wanted hair like Frances, but it got out of control, and eventually France cut it for him." England and France share a look, but you pay them no attention. You stare at the floor, not able to look them in the eyes. "And returned it to its natural state. Prussia, back when Hungary had an identity crisis, you found her in the forest. Her top was broken, and instead of ogling her you gave her your cloak." You look at Japan, who looks almost intrigued. "When you first emerged as a nation, you met China, surrounded by long bamboo sticks. The first time you got in a car with Italy, you were scared shitless because he drives so fast. Germany always follows the GPS even if he can see its wrong. He also used to, like, always allow Italy to sleep in the same bed as him. Naked." You quickly mention that small detail before moving on with a short laugh. "Then, America, you - I don't know - love to watch horror movies even if they leave you shaking. Or with nightmares." Your eyes dart around, looking to each of them. "And Viktor is a pacifist." Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you now stare at the floor. You take deep breaths to calm yourself, but it wouldn't work.

"How do you..." Germany squints, before his face turns stony. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Your voice is small. You don't understand the question.

"I'm assuming you know more than what you've told us. What are planning on doing?" Germany begins to raise his voice. "Do you plan on using what you know to blackmail us?" Your eyes widen, shaking your hands.

"No, no, no! I know this because I'm not from here!" You throw your hands around, trying to settle them but you can't. "It's... a weird explanation." You shuffle and look at Viktor. "But I'm telling the truth."

"You're a time traveller..." America gapes like a fish, expression slowly lightening. "Like, other-dimension-jumper! You travel dimensions!" He balls up his fists, bouncing them up and down like a gleeful child. You give a breathy laugh.

"Ah, yes, but no." His expression falls at your answer. "I got here by accident. One moment I was in my world, then I was in yours. I guess I just walked from one into another, maybe some sort of rift?"

"That doesn't explain how you know these things about us in the slightest!" England says, his voice going up in pitch.

"And why should we believe you?" Germany asks. It seems like he's taking the forefront of this, so you turn to face him. Prussia is stood beside him, his hand holding Viktor down in a chair. You and the albino lock gazes, his expression unreadable. You can feel your stomach flip.

"Yeah, just because everything else you said is true doesn't mean this guy being a pacifist is true!" America points.

"You don't really have a reason to believe me..."

"How do you know about us if you're from another dimension?" Canada asks. "Do we... know you?"

"No. You don't exist." Their eyes widen. "In a physical sense! You exist as an anime. An anime about all of the countries. Well, not maybe all of you, but most of you. And it's based off a manga... and a webcomic I guess." You rush. You fidget, fingers intertwining as your eyes dart around the room, trying to think. You couldn't stop moving them, so maybe this would stop the fidgeting. "That's why I know about you all."

"Why did you wait till now to tell us this?" Britain asks, cocking a brow sceptically.

"Would you believe anyone who says they're from another reality then claim you're part of a show?" Britain contemplates for a moment, but the answer is on his face. "I doubt you believe me anyway!"

"It is a bit crazy." Prussia drifts off, and you look at him, face scrunched up. "I'm only telling the truth!"

"And why are you telling us this? That we are from an anime in your world?" Russia tilts his head.

Because I don't know what else to say.

"So you'd listen to me!" You bunch up your nose, looking to Viktor shakily. "This isn't supposed to happen, Viktor isn't meant to be here!" France widens his eyes, looking offended.

"You know what's going to happen?" He's offended because you haven't told them. You knew what was going to happen and you did nothing to stop it.

"I..." Your mouth falls open, not knowing what to say. "I wanted to wait for Italy. I was going to, but..." Italy is still quiet, looking helpless. "I'm sorry, but everyone else knows there's something up with you, but I can't stand by and let this happen. You know it's not right!" Your eyes drift over to Viktor. Prussia takes his hand off him quickly, stuffing them into his pockets. You twist your lips, looking around. "You guys probably don't believe me about this, so I might wait a bit to tell you the rest. I'll wait until Italy is ready because that's when whatever I'll say will sound better. When it'll all make sense. Can you guys just-... Give me a chance. I know it's doesn't look right, like I'm lying, but I promise I'm not! I'm from another world where you don't exist, and you're from a program that people watch. I just- I know it's dumb!"

"Hey, I've believed worse." America shrugs, giving you an encouraging smile. You feel your entire body un-tense. He believes you?

"You're going to believe this, just like that?" England questions in disbelief.

"You used to think the world was flat. How is this any different?" America shrugs, saying as if this was the most straightforward explanation ever.

"That was because of a lack of scientific data! Just like this!" England bursts.

"Aren't you just proving my point?" America tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows,

"The Egyptians knew the world was round. They figured it out with sand blocks and measuring the curvature of the shadow. It was you that lacked scientific data." You blink at Viktor, surprised to hear him speak. "You wouldn't know that though. Your kind only knows how to label people as savages and ruin civilisations." He says it in such a monotone voice, and you blink at him.

"Burn!" America eyes Viktor in acknowledgement, but then shakes his head and looks over to Britain. The man is flushed in the cheeks from anger.

"All I can do is apologise for my people's behaviour, but I myself am not responsible for it."

"From what the nations recall, you weren't exactly against the idea of imperialism."

"Viktor!" You whisper harshly, squinting your eyes at him. He needs to not be so confrentational while you argue for them not to torture him!

"I'd try and not piss off the people deciding your fate." Britain almost hisses, scowling at him. You scrunch up your face. If this keeps up, you'll have wrinkles by the time your twenty.

If it continues at this rate, there's no way I can persuade them not to hurt him.

"I didn't ask for your help."

You don't need to, you asshole.

"It makes me laugh that they think you're innocent."

"It's not like I can filter my thoughts." You snap back. "And stop winding me up. Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

"What are you talking about?" You ignore him.

"Right, okay." You scrunch up your face, again, to think. "I just need proof, and then you'll believe me, right?" You look at Germany. He gives a short nod.

"Do you have any merchandise?" Japan asks.

"I don't... I've never been to a comic con or anything. I'm a fan, but I don't... no, I don't have any." You stumble, cheeks heating up. They are all looking at you with indescribable expressions. Don't they understand it's embarrassing to be into Hetalia? In your world, you'd be mocked if people found out, even if you do love the anime.

It's cringe and full of Weaboos... urgh, and now I'm contributing to the stigma of Hetalia! Hetalia is good! Hetalia is good! It helped me learn!

"Have you got any pictures on your phone?" America asks. "I've got a ton of Naruto fanart."

"I... lost my phone the first night here."

"Figures." Romano rolls his eyes. You look down through half-lidded eyes.

"And I hate to say it, but just because you believe something to be true, doesn't mean it is." France points out, not-so-helpfully. You look at him, confused. "Viktor attacked you. That doesn't sound like the actions of a pacifist, does it?" You give a short laugh, sour.

"I guess it doesn't..."

So what else am I wrong about then?

"You are not wrong. They're just ignorant." Viktor says, watching you. You keep quiet. "You aren't wrong." He continues as if trying to persuade you.

"Stop talking." England snaps at him. "We're in this situation because of your lot in the first place." Britain turns to you. "Don't be tricked by him."

"It's okay." You feel your lips pulling, your chest swelling in pain. They don't believe you. The only people on your side is America and Viktor, and no one will take either of them seriously. Just like you. You're just a stragler, always looked over, never paid attention to - and you never had a problem with it till now. When you wanted these people to pay attention and listen and to be respected, but instead you're treated like a child.

Boku Het--

You jump, turning around. Wait, what?! You swear you just heard... No one's there. 

"Let's get you away." China reaches for you, but you move back. 

Not yet! I just have to figure something out, anything out! I need to convince them! I can't just be paraded away and allow Viktor to get hurt when I know they're in the wrong!

You clench your fist and power forward, approaching both Germany and Prussia who stand beside Viktor. Then you turn, making sure they're to your left and everyone else is to your right. You couldn't fight like they could, but you have more knowledge than they do in this situation. You could just set the stage like it's a Professor Layton game and persevere! You had to, or Viktor would be in for a bad time.

"Will you let me talk first, and then you can poke a hole in everything?" You ask. "Can you let me get everything out first, please?" You implore, looking over them all.

"I don't see why we shouldn't." Canada comments.

"Let's give them a chance." China nods. The others soon all agree, other less enthusiastically than some. Except one. There's always one.

"We've asked everything that needs to be asked! We don't fucking care anymore!" Romano splutters. You begin to clam up at his loud voice as he gets closer to you, jamming a finger into your chest. "You have nothing to prove what you're saying is true, and as the fucking pedo-perverted bastard said you might believe what's coming out your mouth to be true but that doesn't make it fact!" His face turns red in anger. You feel your soul flare.

"France isn't a pervert!" You slap his hand away. 

"I don't fucking care! We need to focus on--" 

He wants to be an asshole, fine! 

"If you don't fucking care, then don't fucking say it!" You flare up, speaking over him. Romano shuts his trap, before scowling at you and jams a finger into your chest, puffing up his chest. You feel your anger brim over at him trying to intimidate you. He's yelling, getting up in your face and you feel provoked.

What is he, a bird?!  

"What the fuck is wro--!?" You've had enough of this shit.

"Shut the fuck up, stop yelling at me, and get out of my face, pint-size!" You yell. "As much as I fucking love you, you can't go around saying shit like that about people! I've had enough of people fucking slandering France when he isn't that kinda guy! God, why don't you use your fucking brain for once? Jesus christ!" You slap his hand away from you. 

"We can't be arguing about things like this." Germany interupts.

"No one asked for your input, potatoe-bastard!" Romano shouts.

"If this pint-sized prick is going to go along and insult France then I'm not letting it slide!" You defend your ire before turning back to romano. "Especially not when calling him a pervert and a paedophile of all things!" You now point a finger at Romano. You smugly see him getting more riled up at the taste of his own medicine. "While you were sheltered at Spain's house France was out there dealing with shit you haven't encountered in your fucking lifetime! You're basically a new world country even if you're an elder brother!" You then hiss as you exhale, laughing bitterly as Romano silently fumes and scrunched up his nose at you. "I was only pointing out with all of Italy's memory confusion he can't back anything I'm saying, even if he is basically recalling everything at this point!" You then look over to Italy, who shrivels away behind Spain. The man himself has his head tilted at you, his expression unreadable. You then cover your face with your hands, grumbling. "That's not the point right now. I need to use actual logic with empirical evidence to convince you guys of something else, rather than if me being from another universe is factual." You look at France, eyeing him over. His bandaged arm, hurt from an encounter with Viktor. Then back at Viktor, who is looking extremely uneasy and a pinch in his brow. "I don't care if you all think I'm clinically insane or telling you the truth, I just don't want you all making a mistake that you could have avoided if you took a step back and looked."

"Empirical evidence of what?" Britain questions, folding his arms over his chest. They all seem more on edge right now, obviously in shock from you going off on Romano in defence for France. Not many people did that. You could be embarrassed about that later, for now you needed to protect a Second Player. You take a moment to steady yourself, feeling on nerves after yelling. At least Romano seems to be put in his place. You approach France, his expression hesitant. He didn't know what to make of you, and to that you give a small chuckle. 

"Excuse me." You pardon yourself before poking his injured arm. France gives a pain groan, flinching his arm back.

"Sacré bleu! Why would you do that?" He whines. 

"We've already established you're human here, meaning you can't regenerate at your normal speed, yes?" You look at Britain. He frowns at you, not happy with you poking his frie--ally. But he nods. "And you said that you guys were made human in this mansion because then you could be killed in a controlled environment by the Second Players, yeah?" 

"Second Players?" Canada asks softly, looking between France, you and Viktor. 

"Um... I think you guys said counterparts before? Or twins? The fandom calls them your Second Players - 2P!'s - to make it easier to differentiate."

"Of course they do." Romano grumbles. You level your gaze at him, annoyed.

"You guys are called First Players - 1P!'s - if that helps you feel better about yourself." You remark irritably. Then you shake your head and wonder closer to Britain. "You guys said that the Second Players still held the ability of immortality because they were using it against you guys in order to kill you once and for all?"

"Yes, that about sums it up." Britain nods.

"So, they are immortal and can still fix themselves up. You guys can't." You point to France's injured arm. France pouts, rather cutely by jutting his bottom lip out, but you gloss over him and make a move to get closer to Vitor. Germany bristles. You raise a brow at him, confused. 

"He's already gotten at you once, I'm not giving him a chance to do it again." Germany points out stoically. You smile softly, kinda of touched by his concern, before looking between both Prussia and Germany while in thought. You throw your weight onto your heels and then smile, tilting your head at the Germanics. 

That's a nice thing to be worried about after I've shouted at one of your own.

"Can you take off Viktors coat for me?" 

"You want us to strip him?" Prussia cocks a brow, bewildered.

"Yep." You pop the p, nodding. 

"I see no harm in it..." Germany looks at Prussia, and they both move towards Viktor. You turn your back to them, smiling confidently.  

"But what if they aren't healing?" You propose to the room. "What if the Second Players aren't able to rejuvenate themselves like they should be able to?" 

"Why would they do-urgh!" England cuts himself off as he scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Oh, Scheisse!" Prussia verbally gags. "That looks really bad!" You peek over your shoulder to see the blood and puss staining the front of Viktors jumper. You give a sympathetic wince, gritting your teeth together as you feel a shiver down your spine. The gloopy strings of fluids hang from his body to his coat like slime. Across his chest is an injury, not cleaned and bandaged, the fabric torn and ripped. His entire front is stained with blood and much to everyone's surprise his coat hasn't soaked the whole way through. 

"That was obviously done by the Thing." You point out, looking around to everyone while to image of his torn up front is still fresh. "And with the amount of blood he's covered in it isn't a fresh injury. And it was done way before his encounter with France." You then look at France earnestly. "What happened when you saw Viktor?"

"I went out into the hall and he attacked me..." France is still staring at Viktor, his face wincing. 

Even he doesn't sound so sure of himself.

"He attacked you in the state he's in?" You raise a brow. "Viktor didn't attack France, and even if he did, he should be healed by now. He's been stuck here for almost 12 hours, he should be slightly healed even if it is a big injury, if anything. He's been sweating from some sort of infection he's got going on, and in and out of consciousness from blood loss." You then grin. "Which means, that he didn't attack France!"

"What?!" Britiain shakes his head. "Why would France lie about that for?" You shrug, trying to contain the smug look wanting to plant itself on your face.

"It may have been the truth for France, but that doesn't make it fact, does it?" 

I hope he feels the sting of that, because good Lord did it piss me off when he said it!

"I believe that Viktor fell into France and crippled him that way. There's no way he would have picked a fight with him, because he's unable to in his state and a pacifist, but this also shows how he's human!" You nod firmly. "Meaning they, or at least Viktor, can't be behind this mansion! Why would they put themselves in that sort of weak position?! It means they're being detained here just like you!" You then flatten out your hands, eyes widening to a possible rebuttal. "And even if the Second Players are using that as some sort of weird plan, why would they leave one of their own like this?!" You throw your hands up. "That means one of the possible outcomes is that they've left him to rot and die, which means he's a potential ally in all of this! He's a neutral party and the Second Players abandoned him because they know Viktor - a pacifist - won't be of any help in a potential war between the two parallels!" You finish with a flourish. You can't help but feel pride swell in you.

"Well done, Маленький." Viktor says weakly. 

"We should check him over first before we jump to any conclusion." England nods to the Germanics as they wordlessly take off his coat and inspect the injury. "For now this meeting is adjourned until we've investigated further."