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"I, ah..." You look at Prussia. You properly look at him. He looks almost desperate, slowly shaking his head. He's trying to persuade you on a decision you've already made. He grits his jaw and looks at your expression. You're worried and anxious, petrified, and Prussia forces the grin on his face. He's trying to be strong.

Smile and breath.

You grin at him, throwing your arms around his body. You tighten your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck. He stiffens, his hands hesitantly touching your hips. You give a soft laugh at that.

"You've made your decision?" Luciano asks. You grin, letting go of Prussia and stepping back.

"You better keep your promise." You tease Prussia before looking off to Italy, your shoulders sagging. He's unsure, mouth open. "Romano, watch your brother." You see Romano mutter something, Italy flinches and Spain whispers critically. You thin your lips and head towards the Second Players.

"Looks like they've chosen." Lutz chuckles, grinning broadly. You turn to face them and step forward. Luciano looks so smug, proud of himself. You stop at his side, hands clenching.

"The deal's done." France lifts his head. "Give us England."

"Before that," Luciano lifts his hand. You flinch back at the movement and are even more unsettled when he places it on your shoulder. You're scared enough as it is, and now he's touching you. He's patting your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm sure (F/n) has already informed you of all of this..." He squeezes down on you again, more so holding you in place. Your blood runs cold. 

Why am I panicking?! That makes sense right? If I've watched the anime, told them I know about them, then that makes sense too, right?... Yet why does it feel like my stomach has dropped?

"But we have already planned a counter to your attack you're planning before you try to break free of this place."

"What?!" America is asnloud as ever. You wince, looking down. You're happy you can't see his face. Any of their faces. "How do you know about that?!"

"What are you on about?" Romano yells, scrunching up his nose. "We know about your entire fucking operation because Italy has your memories." Then he clicks his fingers at him. "And Viktor--" Russia cuts him off, tired of his shrill voice.

"My twin is with us."

"Yes, we need to talk about that." Luciano's hand drops from your shoulder. He sends you a look, condescending. Like he's going to bring down your entire world. Like he can make it crumble. The scariest part is that he can.

"Oh, don't play dumb." Luciano waves his hand dismissively. "They told you that they saw our Prussia and blamed him for hurting your Italy." You suck in a sharp breath.

"You..." Germany's voice is low. His brow deepens into a furrow, first in disbelief before morphing into anger. "You witnessed that and didn't say anything?!"

"Gillen didn't do anything, he was--"

"Who knew you would be so loyal?" Luciano raises a brow, a coy look on his face as he speaks over you. You scowl.

"It's not that, he--"

"Hush now, no need to be declaring such scandalous words and throwing them all into further turmoil."

"I will punch you." You threaten, scrunching up your nose. Luciano's face drops, and Kuro is already there grabbing your arms. 

"What is he on about, (F/n)?" France asks sternly. Luciano doesn't give you a chance to reply as he sizes himself up.

"Seeing as they work for us, our deal is void. Can't hand something over that's already mine."

"That's not what we agreed on!" America yells, stepping forward.

"So you want the traitor back?" Luciano looks around to the other Second Players, faking confusion. They all chuckle.

"(F/n)." Canada speaks up, shaking his head. "He's lying, right?"

"You let them get away!" Romano shrieks, clenching his hands tight. "They attached my fucking Fratello and you let them get away! You didn't tell us a single fucking thing!"

"If you would let me explai--"

"China." Luciano signals to Xiao, the druggie grinning before reaching into his pockets. The First Players raise their weapons. Luciano looks down at you through his lashes. "I knew you would see it my way." Luciano flashes his teeth in a crude smile. He then raises his voice, turning back. "It looks like your Italy was right, the winning side gets the key."

"Traitor!" China seethes beside Russia. The former had a twisted smile on his face, holding back America by his shoulder.

"I thought we could trust you." The Star-Spangled man clenches his jaw. "Where's England?!"

"No use spouting that now." Luciano brushes him off. "(F/n) only did as they were told and kept our stomachs full." He pauses, thinning his lips. You don't think your stomach could drop any further. You feel sick. "Wait, did they tell you about that? Surely you noticed when they went missing last night?"

"Was it really just a coincidence that we found you the first night?" Prussia. Finally Prussia. It feels like the final nail in the coffin as he looks at you. Earlier with so much concern and now; you don't know how you'd explain this. You choke. You can't defend yourself. Not like this. Would they even believe you?

"You weren't even lost that first night." Germany shakes his head at you.

"My real problem is where are all those clocks?" Luciano turns back to you. "You have been collecting them for me, si?" You've gone back to not talking to him. 

"We break them." Russia gives a sickly sweet smile. Canada begins to mutter and France looks back at him, appalled.

"Doesn't look like it?" Allen roughly yanks the bag on your back, and you squeak. He removes it, looking inside. "About 3 clocks in 'ere." He zips it back up. You turn around to face him, scowling. He sucks his teeth, glancing you over. Pathetic. "Ya bought this on ya'self." 

"No." You seeth, scrunching up your nose. Allen raises a brow at you.

"No?"

"(F/n), it's time to go." Luciano smiles at you, once again placing his hand on your shoulder. You shrivel away from him and step back, only for the floor to not be there. You yelp, arms swinging out behind you to grab at nothing. Then you fall on something, a little bounce to it. It's stiff and smells of smoke and cannabis. You open your eyes, staring up at the yellowing ceiling. You're in the Second Players base. You'd fallen somehow from the second floor onto a sofa on the third floor.

"(F/n)?" You hear Britain's voice, and you look to your right. He's tied to a chair, very much like how Viktor was. Comical. "Is everyone alright?" He looks very worried. "What happened?" The lump in your throat won't go even after you swallow. You grab the back of the sofa and pull yourself up sit up. You stare at him in disbelief. He looks dishevelled, but overall not injured.
He's here. The person you were meant to be traded with. The person you betrayed. Your throat clogs up again. You don't know what to say to him. 

Britain looks you over. You didn't seem right. Like you're floating along with reality, expression tight. He guesses that the fight didn't go right. Did the First Players lose? You're here, so they must have. And now the Hostage situation has gotten worse with the opponents gaining two people. That's better than them having Russia's double who if according to your beliefs, is of no use.

"Never mind that. You need to get out of here. Before they get back." But you can't. You can't go back to the First Player. Especially after what you've done. You are conspiring with the enemy. You helped the enemy! The First Players hate the Second Players to their core. How did you expect them to get over it? What could you possibly do?

"I can't go back..." It hits you. No more quiet understandings with Italy. No warmth from Prussia. No America's upbeat atmosphere. No odd moments with Russia. No China with his brotherly aura. You wouldn't be able to get to know Canada and France better. You can't help any of them overcome any insecurities. You never got to have a deep conversation with Japan or try Germany's baking. No possibly unhealthy banter with Romano. Anything a Hetalian would want to do and become best mates with their own country was made impossible. 

To be friends with them...

 You fucked up. Then you hear a gunshot. And another.

"(F/n)?" Britain's soft this time. "It's okay, love. Calm down." You didn't even notice that you were breathing heavily. Hyperventilating. "Come here." You don't for a moment. It's hard to steady your breath. You get up on shaky legs and go behind him. That's why he wanted you. So you could untie him. You're still hyperventilating. It's slowing you down. You can't function. You try to untie his binding. You can't. You close your eyes, trying to steady yourself. But the more you try to slow it down the more erratic your breathing becomes. Deeper. Your whole body moving with the rhythm of your breathing. In. More in. Deep deep deep before pushing it all out, then gasping back inwards. You hunch forward, knees hitting the floor.

"(F/n), calm down." England is craning his neck to look at you. He looks worried. You can barely keep your eyes open.

"I ca-ca, I c-c-c—" you stutter your words out between breaths. It's caught in your throat. "Fu—"

"(F/n)? (F/n), look at me." You lift your head at Britain's voice. He looks so worried. God, you're making this worse. You squeeze your eyes closed. "Love, it's okay. Calm down, everything is alright. It's alright, shhh." He speaks sweetly. "Come on, take your hands out of your hair. It's alright. You're safe now." You don't feel safe. Your insides feel like they've been twisted so tight, squeezing out any liquid. It hurts. It hurts so bad. "Love, if you don't stop you'll faint. Please calm down." You lift your head slowly, lifting a hand to grip his leg. You make eye contact with Britain. "Shh, it's okay. I understand." You nod along, trying to look at him. It's getting easier to hold your eyes open. Your breathing is steadily coming back. Back to normal. You squeeze your eyes tight before standing up. You'd get a knife, you'd take it from one of the drawers and cut him loose then run away with him and—

"Love, run before they get here. You can easily slip away!" Britain urges. You shake your head. You don't know if he can even see it. You open a draw. Empty.

"Fuck." You swear under your breath, before coughing. God, your throat feels so dry now. You begin coughing again, hacking up your lungs.

"You need to calm yourself. It'll just get harder if you continue to push."

"Britain, stop—!" You stop to cough again before bending down, opening a cupboard. Checkmate. The duffle. "I'm okay now." You dump it on the side and go through it.

"You were just having a panic attack! You are under no circumstance okay!" He hollers, wriggling in his seat.

"My main priority is getting you out." You grab a Swiss knife, before turning to Britain. You could do this right. This you can't fuck up. He blinks at you in bafflement. You were still red in the face, bordering raspy and clutched that knife as if you souly depended on it. You sound so serious. Like you had matured 50 years. He shakes his head, throwing away his thoughts. He needs his head on straight.

"Come cut this then. Quickly, before they come back." He faces forwards again and clenches his fists. You get on one knee and begin to saw away.

"How many of them have you seen?"

"Once thrown down here, I've only seen two. Their Romano and Spain."

"Flavio and Andres." You correct, nodding. "Makes sense, they did that last time."

"Last time?" England repeats, his words drifting off. "Don't tell me, you've been here before?" You suck in a breath. You guess now is a better time than ever.

"Yes." You hesitate. "I told you guys that I know you all from that anime. And so I know the Second Players. I've been down here twice. Once yesterday, and again... last night." You listen for a reaction. "When you found me on the stairs, I was just coming back."

"You..." He seems frozen still. He's taking this better than you thought he would. "Why would you go back? Why did they let you go so freely?" He sounds tense.

"They needed help. I couldn't just... leave them be. It's not right." Your grip tightens on the knife. "And Luciano is using me to get to you guys. He wants the key." Britain is quiet, the room feeling smaller by the second.

"Italy's key?"

"Yes." You answer reluctantly. "He wants to get out the mansion as much as you guys. Britain," You stop for a second, "He has my family. He says he has them and I stupidly believe him and so I've been doing his dirty work." You splutter out. "I haven't actually completed anything, I thought I could fix things before it came to that. I thought I could do something! So no one has to die!" You stop, realising you've raised your voice. You get quiet, and go back to cutting the rope. It's almost there.

"No one can blame you." Britain whispers. "For my boys, I'd do the same thing. I'd do the exact same thing for any of them." He sighs, dropping his head. The rope finally snaps. He brings his arms forward and begins rubbing his wrists. He looks relieved. "So, their Romano and Spain should be out there. Let's hope they're closer to the fight so we can sneak away." He pats himself down, his face sobering up. He looks at you. "Do you know where any weapons are?" You perk up and run over to the duffle bag you brought out earlier. Britain advances before raising a brow. "This is just like the one Russia found."

"Oh." You say slowly. You didn't even realise it. All black duffles look the same. England grabs a couple of guns before putting one in his holster, then collects up some bullets. He lines them up on the counter, eyebrows deeply furrow as he checks the butt of each one. "Hey, Britain." He hums, but doesn't look away from what he's doing. You suck in a shaky breath. "How come you didn't, ur, I don't know how to phrase it..." you wonder off, not looking at him. You steel yourself. "When the others found out I had helped the Second Players, they all... didn't react well. You're really calm about it. Why?" England slows down what he's doing, before standing up straight and looking heavenward. He takes a deep breath, thinking deeply.

"You don't seem like the type to be malicious." He puts simply. Then he side eyes you. At first, it's unsettling, but he smiles slightly. "You're too young for that. And I can't blame you for being young." You give a soft smile.

"You can but... Thank you."

Bringing America up must have really loosened his temper. To be fair, he had a ton of colonies. And he doesn't seem to boil over that much - except with France. But to be fair, it is France.

"Let's get going." You nod at his instructions, stepping back so he could lead the way. "Remember to be aware that there are two of them keeping an eye on us."

"What if we bump into them?" You ask. You don't think you're gonna like the answer, but you needed to know.

"You need to run." He answers simply. He stops before the door. "You may have withheld information from us, but you had good intentions. We don't want you hurt, not from this fight. It isn't yours." He gives you a look. You feel like a deer in headlights. He isn't wrong. You lied. But, he cares. He cares for you regardless. He opens the door slowly, stepping out into the Mochi room. "So this is where they were hiding." He is quiet, eyeing the room before stepping out fully. You follow behind. You keep to the wall, hand on the left side as you push back the curtain. The room from your first night here. You should be running downstairs at this moment, swinging open the door and hoping to God that England could turn everything around. But the rock in your stomach had swollen to the size of a mountain. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. You didn't want to go near the First Players. You can still feel the heat from your body, your emotions taking ahold of you. Why? Why is it that even though you are called a traitor, you feel the most betrayed? England sided with you! But your hands still feel sticky and you don't want to take a ste—

"Fuck you!" You jolt at the squeaky voice. What on earth was that? It starts to hack and cough, making you step further into the room.

"AmeriMochi..." The thing - or would you call it food? - continues to choke.

"It's that thing." Britain scrunches up his face. He then looks around the room. "(F/n), can you try and keep it quiet while I check if the coast is clear?" You nod before turning to AmeriMochi.

"Little guy." You whisper. He gets louder as you approach. You raise your finger to your lips, making shushing noises. It stops for a second. "You okay there, buddy?" You raise your hands now, trying to calm the creature.
"Fuck!" It pulls at itself, trying to squirm out. You frown, concerned. How long has this thing been in the wall? Is it in pain? Does it feel pain?
"Do you want help?" You reach your hands out, expecting some resistance but the creature just stills. It stares at you expectantly. You blink languidly before touching it. It feels like your stomach after too much food. Soft, smooth, and pleasingly plump. You smile softly as you run your fingers over its skin. It hums, sort of purring. This is the most vocal you've ever seen it. Back on the very first day, when Germany was trying to pull it out, it barely spoke a word. "I swear you can turn into putty. Like, slime?" You continue trying to run your fingers down its sides, trying to get your fingers between its body and the wall plaster. Maybe if you're slow, it'll come out.
"Pu-pu--..." It begins.
"Putty, yes." You nod at it but focus on the wall. Could you chip away at it?
"Punter." You strain a smile at it, looking at it through your lashes. It was funny, but you're not condoning its behaviour with a laugh. You look over to England to see his head against the door, listening intently.
"Putty. Turn into putty." You so far have managed to get both the nails of your index fingers in, but it hurts. Too tight. Then, as most of your hopes give in, it begins to change its viscosity. It melts around your fingers like slime. "Yes, buddy. Good guy." You praise, but then it pauses. "No, no. You were doing so well. Come on!" You pout at it.
"Fuck off!"
"That's not very ni--" Then it turns back into slime and you watch with wide eyes. He just melts into your hands, and you pull him away from the wall before it can harden again. You look at where he was stuck. The metal panel. The metal panel for the key. This is what opens up the next floor. But this makes no sense!
"Italy only collected one key in the game, right..?"
There are three keyholes in the wall.