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Mistake- 2p G8 x 2p Reader x 1p G8

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Chapter 1: Switched in the Dark



The crib was filled with many stuffies, surrounding the infant babe that was snug in its bed. You found yourself awake, the itching need to use your little potty growing every second you laid there. So, crawling out of the crib you pushed through your immense bundle of stuffed animals and attempted to climb over the baby gate that blocked your doorway.  But as you took your spot sitting at the top of the gate you’d unfortunately found yourself stuck. You looked about the long and flickering lit hallway, only darkness shadowing at its ends, and the darkness of your room billowed. The chilly breeze laps at your back as you struggle to untangle yourself from the gate, crying for your current bosses to help you; only to have silence in return.

Giving up you hope off of the gate and back over to your dark room. It was as if something were keeping you from escaping that darkness, just holding you there and waiting. Crawling back into your crib you snuggle yourself into your blankets and try to find sleep, however, even the warmth of your blanket can’t keep that eerie feeling from seeping into your head. Slowly cracking open an eye you cry out seeing the large mass of your stuffies surround you, their eyes glowing red as they surround you like a mass of shadows that spiral in the darkness, end then all went black.

Present Day-------


You snap your eyes open and gasp for air as you stare at the top of your curtained bed. It was that same dream again…though it had been a while; you remembered that as your first memory in your life.  Though you don’t have any clue as to why… Remembering where you were you rubbed your forehead, feeling the cold of your skin you thought it was best if you tried to keep warm for a while, so turning off your alarm before it even had a chance to ring you threw the covers over your head and drifted back off into sleep.

While in the middle of a dreamless slumber you hear your cell go off, its ring piercing your ears and driving you up the wall. You lazily stick your hand out to grope for the vibrating banshee and after a while of complete swings and a misses, you lift the covers over your head and glare at the nightstand only to realize that it’s not there, but rather now on the ground and slowly crawling away with ever vibrate.

‘…You. GOT. To be kidding me…’ you thought as you glared through lined eyes, then crawling out of bed you got to your knees and snatched the phone. But before you could glare at it, the brightness of the screen caused a temporary headache of blindness to pierce your eyes, making you groan in annoyance. Then quickly answering you rubbed at your eyes while trying to stifle your yawn.

“…Heeeyo?” you answered dully, and slurred some as you tried to stay awake. What happened next you were in no way expecting. “…Heeeyo? Heeeyo?! VHAT KIND OF VAY OF ANSWERING IS THAT!?!! ________! YOU ARE FIVE HOURS LATE!!!!” the angry German tone roared on the other side of the line immediately snapping your attention back into focus.  But before you could even reply you heard the person on the phone continue, “________! You have one hour to get here! So if you don’t th— Let-a me talk to her Germany~—NIEN!! YOU VILL ONLY MAKE THINGS VORSE!!!—DUUUDE!!!~ LET ME GIVE A SHOUT-OUT TO HER, THE HERO’S WAITING, ________!!! SO DON’T LE—YOU GIT! GIVE ME THE PHONE ALREADY!!!—NO WAY DUDE!!!—Ohhonhonhon!~ I’d like to have a simple chat with mon magnifique chère~—BELT UP—FROG!—Oh-a come on Germany~ I want to-a say Hi! Hi _______!~ Germany’s being-a real meanie pants today-a so won’t you-a come over and-a—Oh, I’d like it if _______ were here too, da?~—AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! GEEERR-MAAAAA-NNYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! HELP ME-HELP ME-HELP ME—HELP MEEEEEE!!!!!——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—“

You just stared at your cell through the whites of your eyes trying to process what in this crazy arse world just happened when it finally registered, “Wait a sec…I’m how many hours late!?” You quickly spun your head over to look at the time, on it, it rang about 1 in the evening and jumping up to your feet, you yelped out in shock, “Oh my—Crap in my Hat!” Then you instantly set off to do whatever you did to get ready in the morning, just in a super sped up version. The quickly getting to the airport, via threatening a harmless cab driver to get you there pronto, you made your way onto the plane and to the W. H. Q.  in record time, surprising even yourself that you were able be that aggressive in the heat of stress. But reaching the G8’s meeting room you suddenly found yourself pricked with the endeavors of cowardess, ‘…O-..oh craples…What if they’re still steamed? I mean, sure I’ve been late… but never 5 freak’n hours LATE!...ughh…’ you felt your stomach twist and turn as you stood outside the door. Yeah, you were sure they were going to have your head for this…you just knew it…But something didn’t feel right. From the outside, not a single sound could be heard. It was dead silent, and it made you even more nervous. Sure Germany told everyone to keep quiet…but since when did everyone listen to Germany?

You glanced at your watch (or cell) and noticed that it was only around two, but the meetings don’t end usually till it’s around 6..so why? Curiosity getting the best of you you cracked open the door and peeked in.  Looking around you sighed in relief. They were all there… but just really quiet, and not really interacting with each other like they usually did. But as you examined them you quickly started to notice some very odd and distinct differences with your friends. Just as you were about to close the door and rethink whether or not you should go back home, you felt a pair of hands place themselves onto your shoulders and causing you to flinch.

“Going so soon, poppet?~”

You hesitantly looked back at your capturer and immediately held your breath. Staring back at you was a dazzling mixture of baby blue eyes speckled with pink swirls. You tried to move away from the man, but his grip only grew tighter as he held you there, then abruptly kicking open the door he lead you in. By now everyone’s eyes were on the two of you as he continued to walk you to the front of the room. “Hey, what the hell took you so long?!” shouted the scary looking “America” from his chair. You shook as you evaded looking into his blood red eyes and rather looked to the side instead. But that only seemed to piss the red-headed American off even more. “Wha?—DON’T YOU LOOK AWAY FROM ME, YOU *****!!!”

“Tut, Fredie, language~ No swearing in front of my _______~ It’s not gentleman-like.” [1] Pouted the grinning Brit behind you, that insane smile disappearing for only a second.

Swinging you around, the blue eyed Brit gave you a quick look-see. His insane grin never leaving his lips as he looked you up and down, and in fact, his smile only seemed to grow as he continued to eye you. You were slightly saved from his piercing gaze when an apathetic French voice suddenly spoke up,

“So, zeese is zee one, right? Not some ozeer laide prostituée?” [2]

The Brit flinched at the Frenchman’s tone, his smile fading slightly, as he thought about all the other woman they’d mistaken as “you;” oh how very disappointed he was every single time. So much so, that he couldn’t help himself from mutilating each and every one of them. Then before he could react another voice popped in, this one being more serene in a way, but still kept its malicious feel to it, “Werr, if we’re unsure, then we courd arways check…” The man had a Japanese accent, and you were guessing that he must have been Japan’s imposter, as that’s what you’ve decided to think of everyone in this room was. Yes, they were all imposters of your friends, the G8.

After hearing Japan’s thought the Brit seemed to have brightened up expediential. “Oh, that’s just a splendid idea my Japanese friend!~ Very well. We’ll just have to taste her to see then!~” At hearing the Brit mention the word “taste,” you immediately tried to scurry away, forgetting that he had you held down by his strong grip.  “Now, now love~ There’s no need to run!~ If you’re really our _______, then all will be well!~” He gave you a suffocating hug that resulted in irritated grunts filling the room, but before you could do anything he continued, breathing on your neck, he whispered, “…However~ if I find out that you’re tricking us by stealing our dear _______’s name~….” His grip on you tightened and you felt a sharp and cold metal object press into the side of your neck, his voice growing dark and malicious, “…Then I’ll make sure you become a delicious little treat to feed to everyone you know, my delightful little poppet~:”

After that he released you and pushed you forward, clapping his hands he grinned his insane grin, his knife steadily twirling around his finger, “Now then!~ Shall we get started?~” His sing-song voice echoed through the room and you tried to inch your way away from the front of the room to get to where the doors were, but before you could you were gripped from behind, strong large arms held you still as to not get away. You glared warily at your capturer; only to be met with the piercing red orbs of your Russian imposter. He didn’t say anything but even though he was supposedly “opposite” to Ivan, he still held that terrifying aura to him. The Brit clapped his hands and cheered excitedly at your unfortunate ordeal, “Righty-‘O, good chap!~ We can’t have you escaping, love~…now then, what was I about to do again?~” the Brit placed a hand beneath his chin as he pondered on about his task at hand, “Oh, that’s right! Nicholas, would you be a dear and bring her back?~” At the demand, the red-haired Russian merely glared icy daggers at the bubbly Brit, who in turn shivered.

“Oh! I-I mean, Pleeeeease~ bring her back?~” he quickly corrected himself and this time had the Russian oblige. Once back up in front with the Brit you shivered invisibly, since it was only natural for you not to show the enemy your “fear,” as your Ivan would tell you from time to time. Unfortunately, as you worked on preserving your fear, you hadn’t realized that the Brit had once again pulled his knife out on you as he inched closer and closer by the second.

“Well, my ever so lovely sweet~…Shall we get started?~”

And before you knew it, you’d found yourself pinned down to the pedestal with the red-headed American on one side and a blonde twin on the opposite end. You guessed this twin had to be Canada’s imposter as they still shared strong similarities with one another, minus the fearsome scowl that seemed to be constantly present on his features.

While you were pinned down you heard the bubbly Brit behind you giggle at your discomfort. “I really should tell you poppet~…If you really are our _______, you’ve gotten so very pretty over the years!~ Now then, let’s see…Oh! Luciano!~ Come join me?~”

Out of the group you saw a dark brunette stand amongst the table. If it weren’t for the fact that you knew for certain that everyone here was an imposter for the “G8,” you would’ve guessed he was Romano. “Bastardo, who-a said you could-a call me-a by my name?” the brunette came over regardless and smirked viciously in your direction, “But-a the cutting open of the ragazza does-a sound like-a fun~…” And with that said he pulled out his own blade, his grip around it tightening in anticipation.

That was it, all that hard work at trying to hold back your fear had just been tossed out the window as you felt the two crazed men come closer towards you, their blades drawn and just antsy to rip into you. And then what if you weren’t the one they’re looking for?! You as good as dead then! Without your minds consent, you found yourself aimlessly struggling to get free. But it only made the two twins who were holding you down put on more pressure, causing a chirp of a whimper escape your throat. Tears bubbling up in your eyes, you readied for the worst and shut your eyes tight, not wanting to witness the torment that attacked you. You could feel their cold blades trace about your skin, looking for a nice spot to dig in, and once they found it they made their move. One blade on your left cut lightly, slicing only so generously to get what little blood was needed, however the one on your right just stabbed right in, without a care in the world but made sure not to hit any vitals as they might’ve needed you to live. After your torment had finally ended, you breathed out in horrered relief as you tried to think “happy” thoughts to ease your wounds.

The soothing self-treatment working you slowly cracked an eye to look at what was going on with the group. Your eyes slowly widened as you watched the group with sheer terror as they lapped up your spilt blood on little disks, “tasting” you to see if you were…so to speak, one of them.

Truthfully, though you seriously wished and hoped to not be one of theirs, you couldn’t help but know that deep, deep down somehow, you really did wish to be, so that your life would hopefully be spared. The thoughts disgusted you, both your begging and hypocritical thoughts. Frowning deeply to yourself you slouched limply on the pedestal, still aching from your previous drainage of blood earlier. They’d not so surprisingly drained you of quite a bit, and just as you were beginning to pass out from the blood loss and splitting headache you noticed that a blonde dull eyed German imposter made his way up to you.

“……It looks like ve finally found you, ja? Vell…I suppose it took long enough…so just rest for now…ve’ll vait…our vorld…..can choose….vife you vill be…”

As your eyes spun from up to down and back you kept dozing off as he spoke, only allowing broken pieces to enter your head, till finally, all went black.



Xxx----To be continued?!----xxX
Alright!~ Okay, this is….my~ third attempt at a 2p story, but this time I added way more of them, the whole G8 members!~ But yeah…heh, it’s another mix-mix story with crazy elements~ Like well, the reader is actually a 2p who took over their 1p at a chibi age and then there’s 1p’s vs. 2p’s and whole fight for alliances, and other stuff I’ll think about in the future, but if I give it all away, well….heck, what fun would that be right?
[1]--I decided to name 2p Alfred Frederick....^ ^
[2]--"Other ugly prostitute"
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Welp, let's face it, a certain pervert is here and we've also got the psychopaths. We're screwed.