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Description
Reversed

by RavenExpert.

A Hetalia fanfiction.

Rated T for violence, blood, and bad language.

Chapter 7: Cornered.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN.

In case you don't know, the human names and the country names are different people.

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"So, I just have to take a look about it?"

Romano's face looked bitter when he was on the phone. England's voice was heard from the other side of the conversation.

"Correct. I can't walk around freely right now. At least Spain's safe though, so you don't have to worry."

Romano's cheek soon reddening. "Wh-what the hell are you talking about!?"

"You're worried about him, right?" England's tone was sort of teasing.

"S-shut up, you bastard! If you call me just to tease me, then I'll cut off right now!"

"Alright, stay calm. How's Germany?"

The latter sighed in distress and then looked around. It seemed that he and Italy were not in the hospital anymore. They were in Germany's house. Romano was called from his cellphone. He was talking in the hall while Italy was in the kitchen. "That potato bastard is fine. The doctor said that he could take a medical treatment at home, and fratello was so noisy about it."

"Can he fight?"

"Who knows? If you ask me, I think he still can take some hits." Romano shrugged.

"I see. Okay then, I'll leave over there to you. Since they seem to be targeting us, I don't think they'll do anything to your hometown as long as you're not there."

"I know." After that being said, Romano cut off the conversation and then stuffed his cellphone to his pocket.

After he finished talking on the phone, Italy soon noticed that his brother seemed to have done talking. He approached him rather excitedly. "Ve~ Who are you talking to, fratello?"

"It's England bastard. Listen, you stupid brother. I have few things to take care of, so you stay here okay?"

"Ve? But I'm worried about you, fratello. England said that we should be careful, right?"

"This is a request from that England himself. He told me to look for information about those doppelgangers. Stay here quietly."

"O-okay..." Even though Italy did not agree, but he felt that there was nothing he could do for now. Romano left the building, leaving Italy and Germany inside. Of course, he didn't feel like leaving Italy to the Potato Bastard, but for now he realized that he had so little choices.

...

With pretty much caution, Romano brought his axe covered with a guitar case with him. He went to a public library to search for the information. England wasn't able to move due to his injuries, so this was Romano's time to work. He walked along the way as he looked around, making sure that there were not doppelgangers around.

As he was walking, he passed an alley. However, suddenly a sword came out from that alley, thus preventing Romano to go forward. He was shocked and stunned. "Don't move..."

He turned left to see who it was. He was wearing a white naval shirt, and had a black hair with soulless eyes. The Italian looked down on his body, and he saw that his stomach was bleeding. It was severe. "H-hey! You're Japan, right!?"

However, Japan jumped backwards, distancing himself from Romano. "D-don't come any closer! You're Lovino Vargas, right!?" He was panting, as his right hand was holding his wounds.

Romano soon got angry. "I'm not, you bastard! It's me, the Southern Italy! We've never communicated before, but at least you recognize Veneziano, right!?"

Hearing this, Japan lowered his sword. It appeared that he started to think that Lovino had the exact opposite of this attitude. That would mean that this man was the real Italy Romano. He wanted to talk further, but soon he fell to the ground, with his wounds opened. Romano soon approached Japan with a worried look. "H-hey, hey! Dammit!"

Having no choice, he decided to take his sword, sheath it, and bring him to the house. At that time, that was the only solution he could think of, since he was not really good in medical treatment or anything like that.

...

"Ve!? J-Japan!?" Italy was shocked to see one of his comrades were injured pretty badly. "Fratello, what happened!?"

"Like hell I would know! It seems he was attacked by the doppelgangers! MY doppelganger, to be precise." Romano looked so pissed.

Italy looked so frightened. He tried to brace himself, and brought Japan to his bedroom so he could tend his wounds. Germany, who was just coming out from the living room, saw this event. "What happened, Romano?"

"My doppelganger attacked Japan. Veneziano is tending to his wounds now." Romano didn't want to talk much with Germany since he hated him. He only followed Italy upstairs.

...

Japan grunted as soon as Italy finished taking care of his wounds. "Japan!"

The Japanese was still not feeling good. He sat down on the bed with his stomach and head was bandaged. "Italy-kun?"

"Thank goodness you're okay!" Italy looked relieved. "Ah, you shouldn't move around so suddenly! Your wounds will open up again!"

He sighed in relief. "I'm glad that you two are okay. How about the others?"

"Ve? Germany and England are okay, but I don't know about the others..."

Italy looked down. By that time, Romano came into the room and added himself into the conversation. "It seems that Spain and France are okay too. That England bastard told me."

"Ve? Big brother Spain and France are okay!? Whew..." Italy looked happy.

Romano turned to face Japan. He seemed curious about a lot of things. "So, that Lovino Vargas guy attacked you?"

Japan looked down. "Yes. I was on my way to search for the other countries when I was attacked. Those 2ps are really powerful."

Italy and Romano were attracted by the vocab. "2ps?"

"The name of those doppelgangers. They are called 2p. Like a game. As the name implies, they are our "second selves"."

"Where did you get this information from, Japan?"

The three looked at another one who came into the room. It was Germany. He looked so serious.

"My boss told me. He told me that those doppelgangers are called the 2ps. They are like, the non-existent version of us."

"Similar to our shadows, huh?"

Japan nodded, implying that Germany's hunch was right. "I asked him more, but it seems that he didn't want to tell me anything else. However, when I asked Lovino about his intentions, he said: "To become real"..."

"Real?" Romano was confused.

"So that's why they are targeting us." Germany said. The others turned their stares at Germany. "If what Japan said is true, then I can conclude that the 2ps are trying to "exist" in this world. However, since there shouldn't be two identical personifications, they had to kill us in order to become real."

"In other words..." Japan paused.

Germany nodded. "Ja. They are trying to make themselves "exist" in this world."

The room was silent after that conversation. Romano shook his head. "Dammit, I gotta tell England about this!"

"No need for that."

...

The four reacted to the voice behind them. They all looked at America, who was standing firmly by the door. The American smirked and scratched his head. "Now now, looks like everything's revealed, huh?"

The Italian brothers and Germany soon tightened their guard. Japan took his katana, despite his not-good condition. The America pulled off his hair, which apparently a wig. He also took his glasses and changed them to a brown sunglasses. The hair behind his wig was a deep, dark brown hair. He also took off his blue contact lenses, to reveal his bloody, crimson red eyes.

"Welcome to the party, dear nations! My name is Alfred F. Jones!" He took out his guns and pointed at them.

"The 2p!America!" Germany shouted.

...

Description
Reversed

by RavenExpert.

A Hetalia fanfiction.

Rated T for violence, blood, and bad language.

Chapter 7: Cornered.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN.

In case you don't know, the human names and the country names are different people.

...

"So, I just have to take a look about it?"

Romano's face looked bitter when he was on the phone. England's voice was heard from the other side of the conversation.

"Correct. I can't walk around freely right now. At least Spain's safe though, so you don't have to worry."

Romano's cheek soon reddening. "Wh-what the hell are you talking about!?"

"You're worried about him, right?" England's tone was sort of teasing.

"S-shut up, you bastard! If you call me just to tease me, then I'll cut off right now!"

"Alright, stay calm. How's Germany?"

The latter sighed in distress and then looked around. It seemed that he and Italy were not in the hospital anymore. They were in Germany's house. Romano was called from his cellphone. He was talking in the hall while Italy was in the kitchen. "That potato bastard is fine. The doctor said that he could take a medical treatment at home, and fratello was so noisy about it."

"Can he fight?"

"Who knows? If you ask me, I think he still can take some hits." Romano shrugged.

"I see. Okay then, I'll leave over there to you. Since they seem to be targeting us, I don't think they'll do anything to your hometown as long as you're not there."

"I know." After that being said, Romano cut off the conversation and then stuffed his cellphone to his pocket.

After he finished talking on the phone, Italy soon noticed that his brother seemed to have done talking. He approached him rather excitedly. "Ve~ Who are you talking to, fratello?"

"It's England bastard. Listen, you stupid brother. I have few things to take care of, so you stay here okay?"

"Ve? But I'm worried about you, fratello. England said that we should be careful, right?"

"This is a request from that England himself. He told me to look for information about those doppelgangers. Stay here quietly."

"O-okay..." Even though Italy did not agree, but he felt that there was nothing he could do for now. Romano left the building, leaving Italy and Germany inside. Of course, he didn't feel like leaving Italy to the Potato Bastard, but for now he realized that he had so little choices.

...

With pretty much caution, Romano brought his axe covered with a guitar case with him. He went to a public library to search for the information. England wasn't able to move due to his injuries, so this was Romano's time to work. He walked along the way as he looked around, making sure that there were not doppelgangers around.

As he was walking, he passed an alley. However, suddenly a sword came out from that alley, thus preventing Romano to go forward. He was shocked and stunned. "Don't move..."

He turned left to see who it was. He was wearing a white naval shirt, and had a black hair with soulless eyes. The Italian looked down on his body, and he saw that his stomach was bleeding. It was severe. "H-hey! You're Japan, right!?"

However, Japan jumped backwards, distancing himself from Romano. "D-don't come any closer! You're Lovino Vargas, right!?" He was panting, as his right hand was holding his wounds.

Romano soon got angry. "I'm not, you bastard! It's me, the Southern Italy! We've never communicated before, but at least you recognize Veneziano, right!?"

Hearing this, Japan lowered his sword. It appeared that he started to think that Lovino had the exact opposite of this attitude. That would mean that this man was the real Italy Romano. He wanted to talk further, but soon he fell to the ground, with his wounds opened. Romano soon approached Japan with a worried look. "H-hey, hey! Dammit!"

Having no choice, he decided to take his sword, sheath it, and bring him to the house. At that time, that was the only solution he could think of, since he was not really good in medical treatment or anything like that.

...

"Ve!? J-Japan!?" Italy was shocked to see one of his comrades were injured pretty badly. "Fratello, what happened!?"

"Like hell I would know! It seems he was attacked by the doppelgangers! MY doppelganger, to be precise." Romano looked so pissed.

Italy looked so frightened. He tried to brace himself, and brought Japan to his bedroom so he could tend his wounds. Germany, who was just coming out from the living room, saw this event. "What happened, Romano?"

"My doppelganger attacked Japan. Veneziano is tending to his wounds now." Romano didn't want to talk much with Germany since he hated him. He only followed Italy upstairs.

...

Japan grunted as soon as Italy finished taking care of his wounds. "Japan!"

The Japanese was still not feeling good. He sat down on the bed with his stomach and head was bandaged. "Italy-kun?"

"Thank goodness you're okay!" Italy looked relieved. "Ah, you shouldn't move around so suddenly! Your wounds will open up again!"

He sighed in relief. "I'm glad that you two are okay. How about the others?"

"Ve? Germany and England are okay, but I don't know about the others..."

Italy looked down. By that time, Romano came into the room and added himself into the conversation. "It seems that Spain and France are okay too. That England bastard told me."

"Ve? Big brother Spain and France are okay!? Whew..." Italy looked happy.

Romano turned to face Japan. He seemed curious about a lot of things. "So, that Lovino Vargas guy attacked you?"

Japan looked down. "Yes. I was on my way to search for the other countries when I was attacked. Those 2ps are really powerful."

Italy and Romano were attracted by the vocab. "2ps?"

"The name of those doppelgangers. They are called 2p. Like a game. As the name implies, they are our "second selves"."

"Where did you get this information from, Japan?"

The three looked at another one who came into the room. It was Germany. He looked so serious.

"My boss told me. He told me that those doppelgangers are called the 2ps. They are like, the non-existent version of us."

"Similar to our shadows, huh?"

Japan nodded, implying that Germany's hunch was right. "I asked him more, but it seems that he didn't want to tell me anything else. However, when I asked Lovino about his intentions, he said: "To become real"..."

"Real?" Romano was confused.

"So that's why they are targeting us." Germany said. The others turned their stares at Germany. "If what Japan said is true, then I can conclude that the 2ps are trying to "exist" in this world. However, since there shouldn't be two identical personifications, they had to kill us in order to become real."

"In other words..." Japan paused.

Germany nodded. "Ja. They are trying to make themselves "exist" in this world."

The room was silent after that conversation. Romano shook his head. "Dammit, I gotta tell England about this!"

"No need for that."

...

The four reacted to the voice behind them. They all looked at America, who was standing firmly by the door. The American smirked and scratched his head. "Now now, looks like everything's revealed, huh?"

The Italian brothers and Germany soon tightened their guard. Japan took his katana, despite his not-good condition. The America pulled off his hair, which apparently a wig. He also took his glasses and changed them to a brown sunglasses. The hair behind his wig was a deep, dark brown hair. He also took off his blue contact lenses, to reveal his bloody, crimson red eyes.

"Welcome to the party, dear nations! My name is Alfred F. Jones!" He took out his guns and pointed at them.

"The 2p!America!" Germany shouted.

...