2p!America's POV:

"Jeremy, Markus, come," I said as I walked past their bedroom. The personifications of 2p!New Jersey and New York groaned and got up off their beds, following me into the living. Jeremy's grey-blue eyes sparked and he tucked a loose strand of his blonde hair behind his ear, a sort of quirk he'd developed. Whenever nervous or annoyed, the New Yorker would always do that. Markus on the other hand, flopped onto a couch indifferently, his long, dark hair hanging in front of his face, shielding his dark eyes.

"What do you want, Allen?" Jeremy muttered, folding his arms across his chest. "Plan Exterminate needs to be inacted. 1p Canada, Syria, and Russia mirrored the actions made by their 2ps. We need to put the plan into action before 1p!Syria makes another move," I said, glaring. Jeremy blinked, his mouth opening slightly in a startled realization.

"You mean Viktor-?"

"Yes. V-Vitaly's 1p is also dead..." My voice broke and I looked down at my feet, sadness creeping into my tone at the mention of 2p!Alaska. Markus flinched and looked up at me, his expression twisted with grief. He sat up and sighed, staring st the ground.

"So...we have to kill them..."