Mari's POV

In strode Oliver who was accompanied by Allan, Flavio, Luciano, and Jasper. Jasper held England, our England, still. I could see him straining against his grasp. Luciano aimed a kick at Italy, causing him to scramble backward. Alfred snarled and prepared to launch himself at the 2p, but I held him back.
Allan smirked.
Arthur looked at me with sad, broken eyes and then back to Oliver.
"You said you wouldn't do this!", he snarled at his 2p. Oliver made a little tut-tut sound with his tongue.
"Brother, I lied. Obviously!", Oliver said in a sing-song tone.
I tensed, ready to run. But running would get me nowhere, I knew.
Oliver strode over to me.
"We've found away to give your 2p control again."

Omniscient POV

Mari scrambled back from him with wide eyes.
"No!"
Oliver grinned that same, utterly insane smirk of his. His unnaturally blue eyes glowed in the half lit room.
"Oliver!", England called sharply in a warning tone as he strained against Jasper's grip.
"Eh, bastard, stop squirmin." The Canadian 2p grumbled as he ran the edge of a knife blade along England's neck lightly, causing the country to slip into a nervous silence.
Mari backed away from Oliver.

Something bad was about to happen, something very, very bad..

"Say goodbye, Mari. It's time for Ellie to come and play..", Oliver said eerily.

The 2p grasped her roughly by the waist and pulled her into a kiss. Mari struggled, but then her whole form grew limp in Oliver's grip. He pulled away. Allan held back Alfred, who was going positively berserk. Mari's hair changed from slightly wavy honey blond to a gothic raven black that hung straight. The person in Oliver's arm, slowly lifted her head.
Mari, but not Mari?, eyes snapped open.
They were a luminous electric green.
She sneered and Oliver grinned triumphantly.
"Welcome back to world of the waking, Ellie."

Ellie smiled, running a tongue along the tip of her teeth before nuzzling Oliver's neck.

"It's good to be back, Ollie."




Ah, 2p Mari (Ellie) is going to be soooo much fun to write!