Chapter 2

As the room filled with laughter, the screen went all distorted as it showed 6 girls all locked in prison. A girl was tapping one finger on the railing and she looked Lovina but with blonde hair and was in designer clothing. A girl was bumping her hands on the bars of the jail. She looked an awfully like Alice but everything was bright pink as her head was down to reveal her long strawberry blonde hair that went down to her butt. Another girl finally tapped her fingers on the bars and it turned to her. She had her hair down and looked too much like Alicia.

'Pop.' the one who looked like Alice said as it zoomed in on her. It then went to the girl with blonde hair.

'Six.' she said licking her lips.

'Squish.' a girl who looked like Amelia said making a face of irritation.

'Uh-uh.' a girl who was scared and crying on the ground said as she was covered in a white cloak with the iconic symbol Germany and Prussia's all walk around with.

'Cicero...' the girl who looked like Alicia made a face of true anger as her curl twisted in a bunch.

'Lipschitz.' the final girl smirked as people saw all of her bruises as she sharpened an item in her cell.

'And now the six mary murderesses of the Crook County jail, and their rendition of the Cell Block Tango.' a boy who looked like Russia said holding farm utensils.

"...that looks like older brother Ukraine...." Anya said looking down.

'Pop.' the British look-alike spoke harder as she started to grip the railings harder.

'Six.' the blonde girl said looking at her nails and glaring at them.

'Squish.' the American girl muttered starting to kick on the bars.

'Uh-uh.' the german lady cried onto the ground hiding her face even more.

'Cicero...' the Italian girl glared making people shiver in the room as she got out a knife.

'Lipschitz.' the german woman smirked scratching an image on the wall and the screen moved to show what it was and it was a man next to an art painting covered in fresh blood as everyone could see it was her own blood from a scar.

'Pop.' everyone could tell the melody was getting faster as the British girl started to bend the bars.

'Six.' the blonde girl then got out a knife and smirked at it.

'Squish.' the American smirked as the bars started to bend as she kicked harder.

'Uh-uh.' the german girl said as she huddled against the wall looking scared of the people around her.

'Cicero.' the Italian girl smirked as she started to cut the bars quickly causing a painful noise to everyone's ears.

'Lipschitz.' the german girl laughed as she started to scratch up the image she made with more blood from ever scar that she made.

'Pop.' the British girl bent the bars completely as her eyes were noticeably dilated. She looked rather insane.

'Six.' the blonde caught a guard hiding her knife and flirting with him before stabbing him as she bent down and grabbed the key making a face of disgust.

'Squish.' the American girl smiled as she kicked the bars harder causing them to break.

'Uh-uh.' the german girl cried harder as she started to hold herself.

'Cicero.' the Italian shouted cutting off the bars and smirking swallowing her evidence.

'Lipschitz.' the german girl chuckled as she used her sharp object to open her gate.

'Pop.' the British girl squished herself through the whole she made stripping off her wonderful pink dress to reveal her white outfit underneath that was covered in blood.

'Six.' the blonde girl was cleaning off her heels on the dead police officers outfit as she walked over to the insane British girl.

'Squish.' the American crotched lower as she soon attacked an officer who had a bat in his hand. She got it back and kissed it while walking over to the other two girls.

'Uh-uh.' the blonde opened up her room as the german girl just shivered. Everyone could see the fear in her eyes as the blonde girl pushed down her hoodie to reveal the girl. She looked just like Maria just with more bags and more scars.

'Cicero.' the Italian soon jumped easily out of her prison and walked over to the German ladies smirking at her.

'Lipschitz.' the german glared banging her arms at the bars breaking them. All the girls soon meet up in the cafeteria with more prisoners who looked afraid for their dear soul.

'He had it comin. He had it comin. He only had himself to blamee~' the girls screamed at each other all smiling and laughing as flashes of blood all appeared on them. They soon started to point at everyone in the cafeteria.

'If you' da been there. If you' da seen it!' they all moved away as the one who looked like Alicia jumped down from the ground holding her knife really close to their eyes.

'I betcha you would have done the same!' she smirked as the random girls all nodded.

'Pop x2!'

'Six x2.'

'Squish x2.'

'Uh-uh, x2.'

'Cicero x2.'

'Lipschitz x2.'

The girls all turned to the British girl and the screen froze as the background turned pink. It showed her name in bright blue colours. It read, Olivia Kirkland.

'You know how people have these little habits that get you down?' she asked. The Monika look alike just gave a firm nod as she frowned.

'Like Bernie. Bernie liked to chew gum....No. Not chew...POP!' she screamed as she nibbled down on a cupcake a random girl gave her. The scene changed to show her in a pink suit with a hair in a messy bun and her looking rather tired.

'So, I come home this one day and I'm really irritated and lookin' for a little bit of sympathy...' she opens the door to reveal a man who's build looked like America but their face was scratched out and they had way darker hair.

'And there's Bernie. Lyin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin...no not chewin....POPPIN!' her eyes got a dark as the male who looked like America blew a bubble and popped it. She jumped on him and held him down.

'So I said to him. I said you pop that gum one more time...' she screamed at him with her eyes dilating as she glared at him. The boy's smirk got wider as he popped the gum right in her face.

'And he did.' the screen turned back to the present day as the British girl layed back and held herself as she played with her long hair.

'So, I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...' the screen turned black as the girl was seen in a black dress with a man in front of her. Her arms around his head as she opened her eyes.

'Into his head.' she smirked as a long red rag emerged as she started to walk back. All the girls laughed and clapped as the British girl sat down putting her hair in two pigtails.

'He had it comin. He had it comin. He only had himself to blame.' the girls all shouted as the Prussian girl was crying into her sleeve muttering words in a different language.

'If you' da been there! If you' da heard it! I betcha you would have done the same!' the girls all sat down as the blonde Italian sighed drinking a margarita a girl handed her. The screen froze and showed yellow and then pink font reading, Flavia Vargas.

'I met Ezequiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago.' the screen shifted into a young her talking to a man with the build of Spain but had strands of white hair.

'And he told me he was single, and we hit it off right away.' it cut to am splint scene of her kissing a man in a public restroom. It soon flickered off showing her red face.

"Oh." Amelia coughed.

'So we started living together.' she smirked looking down into the glass as all the girls around her huddled up.

'He'd go to work, he'd come home. I'd fix him a drink. We'd have dinner.' she smiled as cute moments appeared on the screen of her actually looking happy but then it shifted into her seeing him kissing another woman.

'And then I found out! Single he told me.' her curl bunched up in a curl as she threw her glasses on the table.

'SINGLE MY ASS!' she cursed as she threw her glass at the wall shattering it. Her red glowing eyes made everyone off guard as she started to tear up.

'Not only was he married, oh no. He had six wives! One of those Mormons ya know?' she laughed as she wiped her tears. The screen turned black as it cut back to her. She was in the house cooking as the man was in the living room watching TV.

'So that night, when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual.' the screen turned black as she pulled out a bottle of poison and mixed it into his drink. The screen turned to her in a black dress bending down and kissing a man on the mouth.

'You know some guys just can't hold their arsenic!' she pulled a red rag out of his mouth as she laughed uncontrollably.

'He had it comin! He had it comin! He took a flower in his prime!' the girls shouted looking at the girl who looked like Prussia.

'And then he used it. And he abused it. It was a murder but not a crime!' the girls shouted as the American girl chuckled poppin' a piece of gum in the British girl's ear. The screen turned a dark blue as it flashed her name in a bloody red. It read, Ashlyn F. Jones.

'Now I'm standin' in the kitchen, carvin' up a chicken for dinner Minding my own business.' she gaged as the screen cut to her crying as she carved a golden brown chicken.

'In storms, my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage.' the door to the house opened as a man who looked to be like England with strawberry blonde hair with pastel clothing ran in getting papers out and shouting.

'You've been screwin' the milkman he said.' the man screamed as he pushed the woman onto the kitchen wall. The screen cut back to her chewing her gum and laughing.

'He was crazyy~' she laughed as she licked her lips.

'And he kept on screamin', you've been screwing the milkman!' the screen turned black as she gripped a knife. It then showed her in a black suit and holding the man's waist.

'And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife 10 times.' she smirked as she pulled a long red cloth out of the man's stomach. The girls all laughed except the one in the back who's eyes were all puffy.

'If you'da been there! If you'da seen it! I betcha you would have done the same!' the girls all stared at the Prussian girl in the background as the screen turned white and showed her name in light grey font. It read, Mitzi Beilschmidt.

'Mit kersek, en itt?' (What am I doing here?)

"What? Why is she speaking Hungarian??" Elizabeta questioned as she looked at the screen.

'Azt mondjok, hogy a hires lakóm lefogta a ferjemet' (They say my famous lover held down my husband) the screen glitched as it showed her dressed in all white as she held hands with a female who looked like Hungary. She had a shaved head but still had one side with natural hair and was on top of a male who looked like Austria with reddish-brown hair.

'En meg Lecsaptam a fejet'(While I chopped off his head.) the screen glitched more to show a bloodied axe while the Prussian girl had her outfit torn off revealing her long silver hair with all the scars on her body.

'De nem igaz'(But that's not true!) the screen turned back to the girl as she was crying on the table.

'En artatlan vagyok' (I'm innocent!) she pleaded as she hugged her german sister who was consoling her. All the other girls just rolled there eyes.

'Nem tudom Mert mondja Uncle Sam hogy en tettem' (I don't know why Uncle Sam says I did it.) she wiped her eyes holding the german girl tighter in her arms hiding her face.

'Probaltam A rendorsegen megmayarazni de nem ertettek meg' (I tried to explain the situation to the police but they didn't understand me!) she sniffed.

"That's terrible..." everyone gasped as they all stared at the screen with tears in their eyes.

'Yeah...but did you do it.' the British girl questioned looking at her deeply. The screen turned a pitch-black as the girl got flashed in blood with a sadistic smirk on her face but then got flashed back to a white screen showing her crying in grief.

'Uh-uh! Not guilty!' she cried even harder. She just got ignored and everyone faced the Italian girl who was fixing her hair. The screen turned a bloody red shade and in the black font, it read, Luciana Vargas.

'My sister Veronica and I had this double act and my husband Charli traveled around with us.' she smirked as the screen turned black and showed a girl who had the body of a small fragile girl and a male who had the body of Germany but he was really pale.

'Now, for the last number in our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks. One, two, three, four, five splits, spread eagles, backflips, flip flops, one right after the other.' It showed a clip of the two flexible girls doing the tricks while the crowd was wild. The Italian girl laughed as she ran to her husband and kissed his cheek.

'So, this one night before the show. We're down at this hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozin' and havin' a few laughs.' another clip showed the three of them just joking around and shoving each other.

'And we ran out ice. So I went out to get some.' the clip showed her saying bye to the two laughing people in the chairs as she walked out.

'I come back....open the door.' the clip just showed her curl twisting in a knot as she dropped the container of ice and pulled out multiple knives. The screen turned black as she was in a dark black suit closing her eyes.

'And there's Veronica and Charli doing Number Seventeen....THE SPREAD EAGLE!' a light behind her flickered on to reveal what the spread eagle looked like and all the girls gasped. The screen turned back to the girl picking her nails with a little needle.

Amelia started chocking on her hot dog as she looked up. 

'Well, I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing!' she laughed stiffly as the screen went back to her in a suit. She was on the ground her hands as she blankly stared.

'It wasn't until later. When I was washing the blood off my hands....I even knew they were dead!' she started to laugh as a red cloth fell out of her hands. It then popped back to the girl laughing as she recalled that day.

' THEY HAD IT COMING! THEY HAD IT COMING! THEY HAD IT COMING ALL ALONG! X2' she screamed as she pranced around the place with a knife in her hands looking at everyone. She then pointed at herself.

'I DIDN'T DO IT! BUT IF I DONE IT! HOW COULD YOU TELL ME THAT I WAS WRONG??? X2' she laughed as the girls all looked at the final woman who was covered in scars. She smirked as the screen turned black and showed her name in white font with purple highlights. Louise Beilschmidt. 

'I loved Al Lipschitz more than I could possibly say...' she smiled as a man who had Italy's built but had reddish-brown hair walked up to her at a bar.

'He was a real artistic guy...sensitive...a painter...' she chuckled as a clip showed him crying looking at his painting of her. That's when her face scrunched up.

'But he was always trying to find himself. he'd go out every night looking for himself...' the clip showed her eating alone at home when she finally got a picture sent to her on her phone showing him with lots of different ladies.

'And on the way, he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary, and Irvings...' he clip then showed the females all in order as he walked in the house. She picked up a grape and a moustache....the screen turned back to her in the present time. She was chuckling while holding her sister.

'I guess you can say we broke up because of our artistic differences...' she was then shown in a black suit with her jacket on her shoulders as she held the man in her arms.

'He saw himself as alive....' she let go of him as she held her hands. The man pulled away as she got out her gun.

'And I saw him dead!' she laughed as a red rag fell out of his back. That's when the screen turned white and it showed the girls running out of the jail and stepping on a silver thing.

"Wait that looks like the thing that we step-" Alicia cried as she got cut off by spoke filling the room.

"FUCK! YOU STEPPED ON MY TOE OLIVIA! BURN IN HELL!" a loud voice came from the girl holding a bat.

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