Mutation 101 HetaliaxChild!Readerx2p!Hetalia FINAL

Mutation 101
HetaliaxChild!Readerx2p!Hetalia  FINALE

  The 1p’s gathered in their usual meeting spot, plan diagrams and weaponry spread all throughout the room. They were going to get back Ludwig’s daughter back, even if it meant prying her from his 2p counterpart’s cold dead hands. Steaming with rage, the German could hardly tell them the plan he designed in a few solid minutes. They were all determined to get (y/n) back. It was time this silent war was over.

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  Jason carried a sleeping (y/n) deeper into the woods and closer to the meeting spot where the trade would take place. He then took out rope and bound her together and duct taped her mouth shut. He then stashed her into the bushes and went back to the cabin to get his weapons.

  When he got there the rest of the 2p’s had already prepared, practically shoving his bat in his hands. They went over their own plan twice before heading out once more, back to the clearing in the woods.

  Upon arriving the 1p’s were just showing up, and in Kiku’s hands were…blueprints. Their evil counterparts grinned to themselves and exchanged looks to one another. Nothing was making them happier than to see those prints…well to everyone but Lutz. He wanted (y/n) to stay than have more 2p’s to fight and drink with.

  “Where is she?” Ludwig growled from his spot beside Kiku. Luciano laughed and pulled out the child tossing her right between the two parties. She opened her eyes and looked around at everything sleepily; they then grew wide at the display before her. But what took her by surprise the most was there were two versions of her father. She looked back and forth multiple times.

  Her real father couldn't believe his eyes. His once cute, frilly daughter had become…a 2p of herself. Her once loose curly hair now straight, her (e/c) eyes now red, the bows, frill and lace now studs and leather. The German walked up to his twisted version with a glare, the two meeting in the center. But what happened next was the craziest of all. Lutz through a punch and scooped up the seven year old and ran into the woods, shocking everyone in the process.

  He set her down and untied her. “(y/n)…listen you got to hide. When this is done, I’ll come back to get you. Ok?” She looked at him with an angry face, her altered personality coming out again.

  “YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT YOU BEING MY FATHER AND NOW THE MOMENT I SEE MY REAL ONE YOU JUST EXPECT ME TO STAY WITH YOU?!? WHAT THE HELL?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY REAL VATTI AND YOU KEPT UP THIS LIE FOR FOUR YEARS! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”  She shouted and ran off, deeper into the woods as the sky grew darker.

  Ludwig came out from behind Lutz and tackled him, starting an all-out war between the two groups. Russia vs Russia, America vs America, it was total chaos. Punches were thrown, sides were cut, and guts were kicked. And in the end the 1p’s won. They quickly ran off in search of the child soon after their victory. But the 2p’s had the same plan…

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  (Y/n) was curled up under a bush, crying into her knees. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Everything she had known was torn apart right before her eyes. Suddenly there was rustling in the bushes from both sides of her. She quickly hid herself and heard two voices calling out. Lutz…and her real vatti. She slipped out from the back of the plant and rushed off in the direction she heard him.

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  Ludwig couldn’t believe it when he saw (y/n) running towards him. He kneeled down with arms open ready to catch her. He scooped up the child when she was close and tears began to shed from the two of them.

  “My sweet kind…I missed you so much…” he cooed as she gripped his shirt in her hands. He heard another rustle and darted off in the direction of…home. A word he’d loathed to say for the past 4 long years because what kind of home is it when all the love is gone? He felt himself speed up the more he thought about it. He looked down at his daughter in his arms who was smiling up at him innocently. Yeah she was home…

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  (y/n) lay in her lacy bed in her frilly room she had finally gotten readjusted to. She’d been back with her real father for a couple weeks now. So far no signs of her 2p side had shown and so far no other 2ps had shown. After that night in the woods actually, no one had seen them. Then she heard a knock at her window almost like pebbles were being tossed at it.

  The seven year old got up and walked over, opening up her bedroom window. Her eye caught a black and red box with a card atop of it sitting on the roof just by the window. She picked up the card and opened it.

  “To Poppet, Liebe, kind, Vodka, kiddo, bambina, little totoro and mini maple.”

  Curious she picked up the box and opened it. Inside was a bottle of maple syrup, the good kind, a swatch of a red scarf, a baseball, hand gun, some pocky, a German cross necklace, a dagger, cupcake mix, a lighter and a note on top.

  “A survival kit to help you deal with all the troubles and the image of being perfect. Use with care and if you ever need more leave a note on the farthest tree in your back yard.
                        Love the 2p’s”
 
  She smiled and looked out to the large scenery that was her yard to find a figure in pink fading into the woods.