Mistake- 2p G8 x 2p Reader x 1p G8 [2 1/2]

Chapter 2 1/2: 1p vs 2p…Rescue mission?



Where it they left off------

EVERYVONE SHUT UUUUP!!! VE VILL COMMENSE THIS MEETING VHEN _______ ARRIVES, TILL THEN EVERYVONE VILL REMAIN IN THEIR SEATS AND NO SCREWING AROUND-VAIT, ARE YOU SLEEPING ON ME RIGHT NOW?!!!!!!—click—“

End Recap…err… phone call-------

Germany ended the “short” call with a ‘click’ as he tried to pry the sleeping Italian off of him. Finally succeeding, he brought his attention back to the rest of the G8 members in the room, “Alright. Listen up, vhen _______ gets here ve vill commence this meeting but until then everyone is to—“

“Duuuude~ You, like, already briefed us and everything!” shouted a happy-go-lucky American in the front. Germany was about to say something when he was interrupted. “America, would you kindly refrain from using that bottomless pit you call a mouth for the time being so that we can finally get this meeting done and over with?” Spoke the British nation that sat beside him. America just stared dumbfounded at him as he sipped at his tea. The next to speak was a French fellow who was seated just across from them, “Oh please, ze Angleterre is clearly just jealous~”

Hearing this caused the nation to sputter at his tea as he pulled away coughing then turned to glare daggers at the Frenchman. “JUST HOW THE BLOODY HELL AM I JEALOUS?!!” he shouted, now standing with America. France just whisked at his blonde locks, posing in an unnaturally gentle breeze stricken way as his hair flowed with some invisible force behind it. “Bête garçone~ It is Sexual~”

“WHAT?!!!” England screeched nearly throwing his china at France. France just started to laugh as more random sparkles glittered about him, “Ohhonhonhonhonhon!~ Sexual Tension~ It is alright~ I mean it is only natural to be wanting more time alone  with ze America~, non? Ohhonhonhon~” As soon as he’d said that England practically leapt across the table and started strangling the living day lights out of the Frenchman, who in turn struck back at the Englishman creating a brawl in the middle of the meeting.

America just laughed his heroic laugh as he watched the fighting duo, “Hahaha! Duudes~ ______’s totally missing this, she’d get a kick out of you guys!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” From across the table Japan sat rubbing at his belly as a blue hue overcame his features, “…Oww…my berry…” Russia saw this and stood from his spot revealing a nearly suffocated Canadian in his seat, Kumajiro held safely away, “K-…Kumajiro?...” Canada started as he gasped at what air he could get, Kumajiro just hummed in his direction.
“I-…I …j-..just wanted you to know…. T-that if I don’t make it…” Kumajiro gave his full attention to the Canadian, “…T-that I love and care for you very much…” he finished, gazing softly at his little bear. Kumajiro’s eyes began to sparkle as he lifted a paw to his master, “…Who are you?”

“I’m Canada!!!!” cried the Canadian as his little bear scratched its head in confusion.
Back with Japan, he was still rubbing at his belly when a very mindful Russian walked up to him. Japan feeling the strange aura slowly turned his head to look up at him, “…U-..ummm…hai?” he asked, weary of Russia’s now prominent smile. “Ehhh??? You have a belly ache?! That’s no good~…” Russia said with astonishment in his tone, his smile never leaving his face. Japan just sweatdropped as he gulped and nodded. However as soon as he did Russia leaned in behind the small nation, a strange aura behind his close-eyed smile, “You will become one with Mother Russia to make stomach ache go away, da?~”

Japan jumped as he silently cursed at Russia’s 18 light-years curse. Meanwhile Germany was rubbing at his temples as he sat at his chair and thinking what could’ve been taking you so long to get there already. Turning his attention to a slumbering Italy, he sighed in frustration at how chaotic the meeting had ONCE again gotten. He was just about to give you another call when the large double doors to the meeting room burst open.
—BAM—

In walked a tall man holding what looked to be a blood stained bat covered in nails. “What’s up F*****s? Ready to die?” he shouted, a cocky grin plastered across his face. The entire room fell silent as everyone brought their attention to the uninvited guest. The first to speak was Germany as he stood from his seat and glared at the guest, “And just who are you? Ve’re in the middle of a meeting now so if you don’t have any business here, then I suggest you leave!” The red head just stared blankly at Germany; blinking a few times before bursting out into laughter, he called out for someone else to enter the room. The room grew eerie as in walked a man clad in bright pinks and blues, a messy array of strawberry blonde atop his head and a maniacal grin across his lips, “Well that’s no way to greet your guests~ pity that ______ had to spend so much time here, oh I do hope that she didn’t pick up on this type of behavior….” Just then the British imposter gasped as a new thought came to mind, “Freddie! Do you think she’s here right now?! ‘SQUEEEE!!!’ Oh-I do hope she is!~ I can’t wait to see her again, my darling little poppet!~”

The red haired American removed his shades, revealing a pair of blood red eyes as he glanced about, “My name’s Frederick, F***ing Bastard! And besides, all I see here are a bunch of dudes…Mat! You sure you got the right directions!?” As soon as he shouted out, another guest walked into the room, a blood red military jacket with black slacks, his pale blonde hair tied up loosely in the back and only a stray curl escaped. “Shut the F*** up, Fred! And yeah, I got it right….the B****’s just not here yet…”

The 1p! G8 members all looked at one another as more and more of their strange look a-likes filed into the room, crowding it. Italy had just awoken from his nap as his look a-like joined the group as the last of them and shot the poor Italian a terrifying glare. “I-IYAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! G-GERMANY! GERMANY! WHO ARE-a ALL THESE-a SCARY PEOPLE!!!?”
Germany just frowned, too focused on the growing threat before them to respond properly, “…I don’t know, Italy…” As he’d said that Italy’s imposter walked to the front of his group and pulled out his blade, “I-a guess we-a should-a introduce ourselves~ We are the-a 2p! G8, and-a we’ve come for-a the member-a known as _______...Is-a she here by any-a chance?~” Germany’s cloud blue eyes narrowed and shot Italy’s imposter a stern glare, “2p?...”

Italy’s imposter smirked at Germany, “Si, as-a in opposites~ We have-a come for-a one of our-a members~” At this it was America’s turn to stand, “Wait! Hold on, what do you mean ‘your members?’…” As he asked this his imposter stepped forward, “Meaning~ She’s. Ours.” He growled darkly causing the blonde American to flinch bringing a smirk to the red headed American’s face. Just then the American imposter pulled out his bat, aiming it at America, “We’ve been waiting a long time to get her back~ And now that we’ve found her,” his blood red orbs darkened menacingly, “We plan to take ‘er!” And with that he along with the other 2p! G8 members rushed at the 1p!’s.

XXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx---England’s magical circle time skip---xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXX

At England’s house a magical circle opened up atop the basement floor spewing the 1p! G8 members onto the ground. “OWWW!!!~ Boy that smarts! Iggy what the hell just happened?!” America called out just as the English nation made his way down from the portal and landed with a graceful plop atop of the nation pile. Cursing to himself he picked himself up from the group and sealed the chant, “Simple you twit, I just saved our lives…” he trailed off as if lost in thought.

The next to speak was Japan who was clearly fretting being squished in the middle of the pile, “E-Engrand-san! I-I don’t understand why they’re here. Why—courd you prease stop touching me…-why are these peopre after _______?” England just stared at the ground, a look of guilt on his face as the nations finally picked themselves up off the ground and turned their attention to the Brit. “…Angleterre?” spoke France trying to grab the British nation’s attention. “I-….T-this could all possibly be my fault…”

Everyone just stared at the Englishman, a look of either shock or concern written on their faces, “Vhat do you mean?” asked Germany, taking a step closer to the Englishman. England turned his attention to the cobblestone floor, opening his mouth he reclosed it, uncertain about how to say what he was about to say. This time it was America’s turn to take a step forward as stood in front of him, waiting, “…England…?”

“…I-….A-a long time ago when I was first messing around with my magic curses…I…may have accidentally summoned ________ to our world…” Everyone looked at the English nation in complete and utter shock. Minutes passed without anyone knowing what to say, so finally breaking from the awkward silence, Italy was the first to speak.

“A-hold-a on a second…Then if the Bella is-a one of those meanie 2p! guys….then…..what-a-ever happened to our-a Bella?” he asked, a look of sadness in his closed eyes. Everyone turned to the Italian, a new look of surprise ringing through them. That’s right, if ______ was always one of theirs….then what happened to the original _______? The thought went through everyone’s head as they pondered about it. Then Russia was the first to speak after the countless silence that had passed, “I think the only one who would know is _______, da?~”

“He’s right…Ve have no other choice, ve’ll have to rescue ______ to find out the truth!” As soon as Germany finished talking everyone returned back to their normal selves. “Zeeese is true, non?~ Ma Cherie would be ever so lonely in ze hands of zose barbaric ruffians!” France gleamed, rose raised in one hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. America then started back at his heroic laugh as he patted the Frenchman in the back, “That’s totally true dude, but what the babe needs now most of all is a HERO! AND THAT’S ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” Japan wandered up to Germany, a look of concern on his face, “Germany-san….do you really believe _______ is one of them?”

Germany just looked at Japan, a stern stare in his cloud blue eyes, “I don’t know, Japan…but ve can’t leave her there vith them…Even if she is one of them.” Japan looked back up at Germany, a confident smile on his face, “Hai, you’re right.” Italy was next to speak as he jumped up to the two, a bright smile on his face, “Yeah, yeah! _______ can’t be one of those-a meanie heads! She’s-a so very nice and–a pretty too~”

“Da~ Anyvone who dares harm мой маленький подсолнух will most definitely pay…kolkolkolkolkol…” Russia continued his chant as Italy freaked and clung to Germany screaming. Germany starting to feel the vibe quickly spun around to England, a look of “blue” fear on his face, [1] “England do you know vhere _______ is right now?! Ve have to varn her before it’s too late!!!” Hearing this, England pulled out his cell and tried calling you, “…………Dammit! She’s not answering…did they already take her?” he looked at his pocket watch and frowned, “…ughhh, most likely…Alright, we have no other choice. If they’ve taken _______ to their world, then we’ll just have go there and take her back!”
England called for everyone to take a step back as he went to summoning his portal; while everyone watched, Germany stared intently at the opening portal that was forming, “Just vait for us _______, ve’ll be there soon…” As the dark room lit up in a dim green haze, a Canadian cuddled his little bear in the shadows, “Ahhh…It looks like nobody heard me again, huh, Kumajiro? …I’ve been saying that we needed to rescue ______ from the beginning too.” His little white bear just turned to look at him in his arms, “……who are you?”

Sulking and bowing his head in defeat, the Canadian sighed, “I’m Canada~…aww forget it…”

XXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx---Back to where _______ was captured---xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXX

“F***! I can’t believe those F****** bastards stole her right from under us!!!” The red haired American swore loudly as he smashed his nailed bat against the random objects in their house. “Now, now, Freddie~ What have I told you about using such foul language?~” the strawberry blonde pulled out a random jar from one of the shelves and presented it to the fuming red-head, “Pay up, love~” The red-head only glared at the jar before cursing under his breath and dropped a quarter into the nearly filled jar. Grinning to himself, the strawberry blonde then placed the nearly filled jar back onto the shelf where all it’s already filled counterparts awaited, lining the shelf from top to bottom. “Though…” he had a sinister glare replace his once happy grin, teeth now grit in rage, “…I’m a tad bit UPSET they took away my dear poppet…” Grumbling out an annoyed growl, the red-head American made his way over to the couch and plopped himself down on it, still mumbling incoherent words to himself.

The next to speak was his blonde twin as he made his way over and leaned against the wall, arms folded and eyes closed behind dark shades as if lost in thought. The Frenchman on the other side of the room was smoking his cigarette when an idea came to him, “…Hey…we know where zey are, right? Why not just go over and get ‘er zen?”

Both the American and Brit were brought out of their thoughts and turned to look at the lazy Frenchman. The Canadian cracked open his eyes, taking an interest in where this was going. “Wha-cha think’n?” the red-headed American asked. The Frenchman just blew out smoke as he put out his cigarette, “I was zinking zat we should go steal ‘er back…” he said with an unimpressed tone. As he said that a menacing glimmer found their way into the red-heads blood red eyes, “Steal her back, huh? …I think I will~”

This time it was the blonde Brit’s turn to speak, “Oh goddy-goddy!~ That means I get to see my precious poppet again after all!~” he cheered bouncing up and down as he clapped his hands. Pulling himself up from the couch, the red-headed American swung his bat over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips, “Let’s go get her, boys~”

1p! G8 P.O.V.-------

“What luck~ To zink zat we found zem zis quickly~” cooed France as he peeped through the windowsill, watching the 2p! F.A.C.E. members bicker about. “Shut it, Frog, we’re in their territory now, so keep quiet!” England whispered angrily at the Frenchman beside him. America had duct tape taped to his mouth to make sure he kept quiet, courtesy of Russia, so instead he just waved his arms about trying to remove it, accidently smacking Italy on the back of the head while doing so.

“I-IIYYAA—MMMMRPH!!!” before Italy could even scream out, Germany had duct taped his mouth. “…i-igh…sorry about this Italy…but ve can’t afford to have you making any noise either right now…” The group brought their attention to the ruckus that had calmed down some in the house. “Wait a minute, Engrand-san, it rooks rike they’re getting ready to go after _______...” Japan whispered to the Englishman nearby. Nodding his head, England dragged France back to the others in the bushes. “Alright, I’ve got a plan, but I need Italy and you, America, to cooperate in it.”

America just nodded while Italy stared close-eyed at him, little weird balloon tears hanging from his eyes.

2p! F.A.C.E. P.O.V.-------

At the Axis’s house/mansion the group wandered about the property, looking for the best place to strike. “You sure this is a good spot?” asked Fred, his fingers tapping at his bat in anticipation for blood. Oliver nodded chirpily, “Oh, yes!~ If we wait here we’ll be sure to run into the little poppet in no time~
Mat glared at the bubbly Brit, “We’re not even going to storm the place?!”

1p! G8 P.O.V.-------

“Alright, I just need you two to stay put while we look for an opening to come in through without getting detected, can you two handle that?” asked England, the look of doubt on his face. “Of course we can! The Hero can do anything! Ha—Mmmmrph!!”

“S-shut up Git! You’ll give away our hiding place!” the Englishman hissed, covering the
American’s mouth with hand. “I-I-I-I don’t want to be here! I-I want to go home!!—MMmmmmrph!!!” Italy’s mouth was securely covered with England’s other hand. Letting out a sigh, England looked at Italy, relax, with these disguises I made, you’re safest here.” America broke away from the Englishman’s grip and breathed in a gulp of air before screeching, “Duuude! We look like a bunch of giant ass bushes!”

Frowning, England smacked him over his head, “Stay here. We’ll see you in a bit.” Then with that he took off into the bushes with the others. America just sighed as he took in his surroundings, “Man…this place can seriously suck on my berries.” At the sound of “berries” Italy’s ears perked up, “Oooh!~ You have berries? Can I have some?~” America just bowed his head, flabbergasted, “…No way dude.”

2p! F.A.C.E. P.O.V.-------

Fred was scanning around the place when he and the others heard the sound of gunshots and crashing going on from the room on the second floor in front of them. “Well, it would seem that shits already gotten started~” he grinned, swinging his bat in place, but as he did his eyes caught wind of something in a bunch of weird bushes just under the second story window, “Hey, bastard, what’s up with those bushes? They look all F***** up.” His brow arched some as he saw one of them continued to jump about and tried to flee, but the other held it in place.

Oliver turned his attention to the bushes mention and a sinister gleam overcame his usual cheery smile, “Oh my~ well, it would seem, my dear Freddie~ that our little counterparts may have followed us to our world~ Oh how fun!” Jacques brought his attention to the flopping bushes and shook his head, unamused. Mat stared at the odd pair of overly grown bushes, a smirk making its way onto his face, “So? What’d you wanna do? Leave or…” he pulled out his hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around. After watching the amusing bushes go on for a couple of more minutes, Oliver grinned, “Well, it’d be best not to leave our new guests waiting, shall we?~”

1p! G8 P.O.V.-------

After a while of scouring around with the others, England had had made his way back to where America and Italy were waiting,  only to halt in mid-step as he saw them get dragged away by the red headed American and scary Canadian.

“A-Alfred!—“ he called out, but before he could rush over he was pulled back by France. “W-WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!? THEY HAVE ALFRED AND ITALY!!!” he shouted, but instead got a hand placed over his mouth by the Frenchman, “Shhhh…We still can’t let ze rest of us get caught. Ze Amerique is a strong garçon~ ‘E will be fine.” England was about to rebuttal but then took notice to Germany who was being held back by Russia. Lowering his eyes in understanding, he nodded his head before going back with the others in retreat.

2p! F.A.C.E. P.O.V.-------

“So…we have a couple of hostages…what’d you want to do with them?” asked Fred as he poked his bat at America’s cheek, annoying him greatly, “Hey dude, watch it!” however, as soon as he shouted that he was mercilessly smacked with the bat, knocking him out momentarily. Italy, who was sitting next to America began to cry and scream as watched some blood flow down the back of America’s head. Sighing irritatingly, the red-headed American shot his head to Oliver, “What the F***’n hell do we do now? They’re just annoying the F***’n hell out of me!”

Oliver “tutted” at Fred while waving his finger in the air, “Now, now Freddie, language~ But I was thinking of using them as a bait rather…If the lovely _______ knew that we had her friends, she’d be sure to stay around a bit longer, wouldn’t she? Oh my, just the thought!~” he flushed as the red-headed American grimaced, “Whatever, I don’t want to know what you’re think’n in that twisted as F*** you call a mind.” then swinging his bat back over his shoulder he scoffed, “Besides…it’s not like she could just fall right into your arms now, bastard.”

Just then Oliver pouted and lifted his arms in a tantrum, but as he did the window from above shattered and the sound of someone screaming got closer and closer till finally out of nowhere you landed in Oliver’s arms. Staring wide eyed at first in surprise, the Brit slowly grinned triumphantly as he held you tighter,

“Oh my~… Well, I suppose she could just fall right into my arms after all~, right poppet?~”



Xxx----To be continued?!----xxX