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2p!Axis x Murderous!Insane!Reader: Something From the Past
Chapter Five: Alliances.
Key;
(F/N)= First Name
(L/N)= Last Name
(H/L)= Hair Length
(H/C)= Hair Color
(E/C)= Eye color
(F/C)= Favorite Color
(S/T)= Skin Tone
Pennsylvania looks unhappily at the the house in front of her. She looks to Brooklyn and groans. "Do we really have to go in? I'm sure we can find (F/N) with out Their help." Brooklyn glares at her, "We have to. We are just states after all. If (F/N) is in trouble with the law They can pull strings we can't." Newfoundland groans as well. Looking at his cousins.

"I thought we all agreed we would not go to them unless it was a complete emergency." Brooklyn glares at him with cold eyes. "Is (F/N) going missing not a complete emergancy? I know we don't want to go in but we have no choice." Newfoundland just sighs, as the three head towards the door. This was a bad bad idea. Going to their parents for help... It just shows how weak they were... France would have their heads! Canada would beat them to a pulp with America's help, and he didn't even want to think about what England would do. Gulping he looks to his two female cousins. "So...Who's gonna knock?" Both of the girls look at each other than smirk and point to him.

He curses to himself in French, muttering about how he should have known that was what they were going to do. With a shaky sigh he put his left hand into a fist and knocks on the door. There is arguing in many languages on the other side of the door, and then America says, "Canadian fucker!! Get the door." Then they hear Canada rebuttal, "Shut up you fucker!! You get the door." Then there's England saying, "Swear jar! Now!" They hear more arguing inside before the door opens, to reveal France smoking a cigarette lazily. He looks the three over and groans.

"Why the hell are you three here," he asks, taking a drag off the cigarette. Newfoundland gulps, "W-we need some help..." The Frenchman rolls his alcohol clouded purple eyes. "Come in you weak bastards." France motions for the three to come inside and they do so. Canada and America are fighting and England is trying to break the two up. Russia is sitting drinking his vodka and China... He's in the corner doing opium. Brooklyn smirks looking at her two companions. "At lease the they haven't changed since the last time we saw them."

Pennsylvania rolls her eyes and France clears his throat. "America, Canada you have visitors so get it together." The two North American brothers look up and groan. "Why the fuck are you little bastard here." America asks, standing up and whipping blood off his forehead. "I thought we had a deal, we didn't kill you and you leave us the fuck alone," Canada says, standing up next to his brother.

"We wouldn't be here if it wasn't an emergency," Brooklyn replies, taking a seat on the couch next to England. "We have a missing family member. So we were wondering if you'd keep an eye out for her. So... Here's a picture and just keep an eye out. We miss her." Brooklyn hands out photos of (F/N) to each of the allies. "We'll keep in touch."

With that the three leave without another room.