Beware of this long shit I had to write

Thaovy groans, tumbling her body around her bed. She pats her bed as if the bed is a person. Her eyes widen. She realizes this isn't her bed, because her real bed has a big cushion on top of her mattress. She jumps out of her bed. Her head bangs against a hanging shelf against the wall, so she groans even more. Rubbing her head, she then examines her room.

This is not her room. The walls are painted a neon green, one of her most favorite colors. Her curtains are also green, along with her shelf. Her Michelangelo piggy back is replaced with a sparkl box. Her collection of Hello Kitty's and her collectibles of foreign money are still there. Her shelves are instead stocked with things Thaovy is not into, such as Panic!In the Disco, Supernatural, and Doctor Who. Thaovy is not a fan of those but doesn't despise them

She gasps as soon her attention is upon the bed. It's actually not bad. Little ruffles escape on the edges of the mattress. Two male characters from Supernatural that doesn't recognize are shown on the cover, and Doctor Who and Star Wars pillows fills in place of her favorite TMNT pillow. A small blanket—Sherlock, to be exact, is folded neatly on the edge. Sure, she doesn't mind these shows, but this felt way too uncomfortable to her. She mainly sticks to anime and TMNT,

She plants her feet to the ground and tiptoes over to her cabinets of clothes. She nearly faints at the sight of them. In her perspective, she defines a normal fangirl, not an otaku kind. Whoever's room she's in has a large selection of fandom clothes, regular shirts, and maybe some dark themed clothes. Ripped jeans grab her attention, and Thaovy checks through each drawer. She checks her closet, only to find it really surprising. Ruffled, sparkled, and bedazzling dresses consume her little closet. Along with the dresses are some designer dresses, possibly for a little formal event. Any women would die, beg, or pay every bit of their money to crave these dresses, but Thaovy would love to sell them for free. She doesn't mind them, but she feels as if it is way too much.

Her sport trophies and medal, piano trophies and certificate, and her band and choir medals disappear. Her basketball, volleyball, and softball individual and team photos are gone as well. Instead, there are soccer related trophies and pictures, including some pictures of other things. Thaovy takes a peek at one of the pictures that's surrounded in hearts. The pictures shows a familiar guy that she can't seem to remember. It's on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't see one obvious clue that could possibly match someone else. He's holding a knife, and she doesn't know any male personifications who carries a knife with him. The girl who's also familiar looks at him with a blank stare.

She wants to get the out of here. This room somewhat is like the opposite of her own. She needs to escape from this place and back to her normal house. Unfortunately, she hears four feet stomping upstairs and possibly believes they are coming into the room.

"Thalia~?" a somewhat familiar voice seductively calls out. "Are you awake, babe~?"

Thaovy's breath hitches. Her eyes twitch. She knows she's in the wrong house. How can someone mistake her for someone else? Another question, why the hell did that man-that-has-a-familiar-voice take her to this place called shit? Third question, who the fuck is Thalia? She checks herself out to see if she had changed.

"Thalia? Something wrong?~"

Nope, still good and normal as fuck.

The man-that-has-a-familiar-voice appears in front of the doorway. Now, she knows who this man sounds and looks like. His appearance is much like Feliciano, but the figure is much darker. His face is slightly stern with a hint of lust.

"Okay, who the fuck are you!?" she demands.

He slowly examines her and notices the change, but he doesn't take it seriously. "Babe, are you okay~? I like your new looks!"

"Babe!? I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S YOUR BABE! HINT: IT'S FUCKING NOT ME! I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU A NEW LOOK AS WELL!" Thaovy stomps up and lands a nasty punch on the Veneziano-lookalike.

He steps back with a growl. "You're going to regret that, Thalia."

"I AM NOT THALIA! WHO THE FUCK IS SHE EVEN!?"

"That's y—"

"I DEMAND THAT YOU TELL ME THIS INSTANCE WHO THE FUCK SHE IS, WHERE THE FUCK I AM, AND WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Thalia!"

"I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHILE I WAS OUT! ALL I REMEMBER WAS BEING KNOCKED OUT BY SOMEONE BEHIND ME, BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO KNOCKED ME OUT!"

"Thali—"

"FIRST OF ALL, MY NAME IS NOT THALIA! I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT A MILLION TIMES BEFORE! IT DOESN'T SEEM THAT FUCKING DIFFICULT TO NOT CALL ME THAT NAME!"

"Thal—"

"SECOND OF ALL, YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH ABOUT SEX OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME! I AM ONLY A PARTIAL-INNOCENT THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL WHO'S TRYING TO LIVE A SOMEWHAT NORMAL LIFE! THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE SUGGESTING US TO HAVE SEX, I'LL MAKE SURE TO HAVE ALL IF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS, THROW IT INTO A VOLCANO, BURN YOUR BODY ALIVE, AND FINALLY TAKE YOUR ASHES SO I CAN BURN IT, PIECE BY PIECE!"

"Tha—"

"THIRD OF ALL, YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW RUDE IT IS FOR YOU TO INTERRUPT ME FIVE TIMES! WHAT KIND OF RESPECT DO YOU HAVE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?"

The two share an intense, murderous glare. Their fists tighten, and their fingernails dig through the skin. The staring contest ends when another familiar someone—actually, someone who sounds even worse in familiar to his normal voice—speaks near the doorway of the room.

"Fratello?"

Lemme guess...a Lovino lookalike?

She is right. Another man appears in front of the doorway. This Italian looks much more fashionable and stylish, possibly looking his very best.

Guess I can never look at Lovino the same again.

"What are you doing to her!?" the blond exclaims, after processing the situation.

"Thalia doesn't seem to be herself! She's acting violent. I don't know why, so I'm punishing her even more!" the Veneziano lookalike complains.

"Luci~! That's because this is not her! Thalia does not like cussing! Don't you remember that, fratello~?" the Romano lookalike explains, hurrying in to separate 'Luci' and Thaovy. "Second of all, her hair is not black with ombré streaks. It's the opposite! She must be Thalia's 1P!"

'Luci' takes a moment to gradually examine a very uncomfortable and furious Thaovy. "Fine, I believe you," he growls. "I'm Luciano Vargas."

"Thaovy Nguyen. It's a pleasure to meet you..." she sneers, thinking for a moment. "Wait, what do you mean by a 1P?"

The blond Italian heartily laughs. "You don't know? We're the second personalities of Feliciano and Lovino!"

She snaps her fingers. "Oh yeah, I remember! I've heard that my friends met their own 2Ps and some of the nations' 2Ps as well. I've heard a few of them are assholes." She points to the blond. "So this fake blondie is Lovino's 2P—"

"My name is Flavio Vargas~... HEY! I am a natural blond!"

"What do you mean?" Thaovy questions as she stares intensely at his hair. "I can see a few strands of brown hair sticking up from your 'natural blond hair!'"

Flavio frantically starts brushing through his hair with his bare hands. "WHAT!? WHERE IS IT!? WHERE IS IT STICKING UP!?"

"Sticking up on your ass, that is," the Texan comments with a cheeky grin.

Luciano escapes a few quiet chuckles, and Thaovy hears him and turns towards him. "Oh! I completely forgot you! You must be Feliciano's shitty 2P."

The dark tanned Italian sneers in disgust. She laughs for a moment, liking to see some annoyance from the 2Ps. Her laughter completely freezes.

"Wait, that Thalia you guys mentioned earlier? She is...my 2P, correct?"

Both Italians nod.

"Well, shit," she realizes before groaning. "She's really girly, snobby, and a stereotypical bitch, ain't she?"

They shake their heads.

"Well, shi—wait, what?" she says. "She doesn't act bitchy?"

"Not at all!" Flavio answers. "She's mostly the strong silent type."

"Not bad for a 2P." She bumps through Flavio with her shoulder on her way to the Italians' living room. "Ima check out the house."

"Wait, don't put want to get back to our 1Ps like the rest of your friends did in such a hurry?" Flavio can't help but ask.

"Yes," she answers confidently as she faces the Italian brothers, "but I can tolerate with y'all because you guys act similar to some 1Ps that I can somewhat stand. I still really despise you most of the time because y'all are arrogant, stubborn, dangerous, and pieces of shit, but I can stand being forced in a room with you bastards." She heads to the fridge to get a drink, forgetting about checking out the house.

Luciano eyes her. "What the hell are you doing, bitch?"

"ExcUSE me," she says, fetching a Sprite from the fridge, "but I'm trying to get a drink. My throat is dry, thank you very much!"

"I never said you could use my fridge!" he clarifies.

"Well, ya never said I couldn't!" the Vietnamese girl retorts back with pride and bit of a Texan accent.

A knife sharply zooms near Thaovy's head, and she yelps.

"Hey! First of all, if I die, Thalia dies with me, ya know! I LEARNED THAT FROM A BRIT I KNOW! Second of all, I'm gonna steal your awesome knife." The thirteen-year-old takes the knife from the wall.

The dark-haired Italian hisses venomously at her. "I don't think you can take my knives that easily."

Thaovy hears his despicable voice but decides to ignore his plea. "I'm pretty sure that I can this easily. You just stood there, that's all. Besides, you can buy a new one or use a different knife." She hops onto the couch and starts to relax, putting the knife aside.

Luciano loudly groans and heads to the kitchen, because he doesn't want to deal with his friend's opposite. However, Flavio decides to come up behind her, and that is probably going to be one of his worst mistakes of his life. He bends down to judge the clothing she is wearing. She looks normal: an Attack on Titan t-shirt and Nike shorts. This fashion police ain't letting her go.

The blond speaks, "Honestly, you really should change that disgusting outfi—"

As quick as lightning, she clutches his neck from saying another word without glancing at him. She already knows what he's going to say about her outfit.

"I fucking dare you to say that again," she challenges.

"...N-no, I-I will not," he barely croaks out.

"Good," she comments, releasing her grip, "'cause I am not dealing to start murdering today."

The blond Italian glares at her before heading to the kitchen to his younger brother. Back in the living room, Thaovy takes out her iPhone and starts seeing messages from both Feliciano and Sebastian.

Feli & Sebby

Feli: THAOVY! PLEASE COME BACK!

Sebby: We have no idea where you are! We found a girl that looks like you and followed us to our house!

Wait...Thalia's at my house!?

Sebby: how do you know her!?

I just found out that she's my 2P

Feli: Can't you get her out!?

I'm sorry for you guys to have her, but I can't escape, so you guys have to bring that her to your 2Ps' house. is she even that bad?

Feli: ...no. She actually a bit like Luddy.

Sebby: we'll bring her whenever we can

Please do it fast. There's a good chance that I'm about to murder Flavio, Lovino's 2P

Read by Feliciano and Sebastian

She turns off her iPhone after her message has been sent and been read by her friends. A sudden realization his her. "...Weeelll, shIT!"

"What the hell!?" both Italians exclaim. "What is it!?"

"I think Thalia was the one who knocked me out so she can take my place while I was mistakenly in hers," Thaovy explains as her anger builds up while pounding her fists together. "I fucking wonder why."

"Hey, is she here?"

She freezes.

Oh my god, please not him. PLEASE not just Sebastian saving me...wait, he's too early. Could this be...

Thaovy gradually glances at the man near the sofa. He looks like Seborga but with a lot of changes. She doesn't know how to describe him. All she knows that he doesn't seem to happy nor sad. He looks a bit too bland for her.

Thaovy loudly slurps her Sprite. "Sebastian's 2P?"

The man nods. "Thalia's 1P?"

She nods back at him. "Name's Thaovy Nguyen. Hate it how people cannot spell it right."

"Damn right I can't," he as he plops down on the couch next to Thaovy, who doesn't mind for once. "Mine's Romeo Vargas. Hate how stupid it sounds."

"Damn right it does. It's way too romantic. You're probably the first one I can get used to. Do you flirt?"

Romeo grimaces. "I fail every time, so I stop trying to."

Thaovy pounds her hand to her chest. "Thank the lord! I sometimes can't stand Sebastian's flirting! He called me a cute little flower once!"

The youngest Italian stares downward. "At least he still cares about you, though."

Her face twitches a little smile. "Yeah, you're right..." She is sipping her Sprite once more. "Whateves. Ima chill here until they find me," the Vietnamese girl replies.

"Don't you want to go back with our 1Ps?" Romeo asks carelessly.

"I would love to. Luciano is fucking insane and has an obsession with knives, Flavio is a fucking fashion police, and I got a feeling that the 2P bitch called Thalia is hopefully gonna be better than those two assholes combined. I want to see what she's going to do with Feliciano and your 1P. Even though you're the only 2P I can easily tolerate with—your brothers, I still despise—I really want to get the hell outta here," she admits, gulping the last bit of her Sprite, "but annoying your brothers is much more entertaining."

He slightly chuckles. "You and me together, Thaovy. What's the second reason?"

"You already know me too well. It's because I have no idea how the fuck to get back home."

Thaovy drinks the rest of the little drops that are left from the empty Sprite can and throws it in front of her. The can lands on the ground with loud clattering, and Romeo ignores it. Loud clanging is heard from the kitchen, and two voices are heard from their singing.

She recognizes the song and swishes her head towards Romeo. "Ooh, is that the knife game?"

"Yeah," he answers. "It doesn't seem that interes-"

"TEACH ME HOW TO DO THAT PERFECTLY, BITCHES!" Thaovy screeches as she runs to the kitchen.

Romeo shrugs his shoulders as he follows the Vietnamese girl.

This is of the longest drabbles I've ever wrote. It's usually up to 2000, but this drabble has 2500+. In proud of myself.

I have a mini drabble with 2P Italy and me that I actually like, because it's about cussing and all.

I was originally going to use Romeo as Seborga's human name before Sebastian. I now can actually see Romeo as his 2P name to me.

Romeo and I would have this neutral kind of friendship. I see his 2P to be lazy, a bitch, and a bit like me. He's just a bit more grumpier and could care less about a lot of things. He would often ask a lot of advice for love, since Sebastian probably already knows and all.

I also believe Luciano is just plain insane and all. Not evil, becausE NONE OF THE 2PS ARE EVER EVEN EVIL. THEY ARE JUST SECOND PERSONALITIES.

sorry about that.