WARNING: There is a bit of swearing and blood in this chapter.

~Last Time~

        Vincent gave her a thumbs up. "Spot on!"

        "Okay. I have one more question before we go into depth on my job. What's behind that curtain?"

~Now~

        Vincent followed to where her slender finger pointed. Closed purple curtains spotted with golden stars hung around a smaller stage. A sign reading "-SORRY!- OUT OF ORDER" stood in the front. His face paled. "Oh. Th-that's nothing A-Anastasia," he stuttered.

        "That's a load of bull crap right there Vince. It's got to be something for it to have an "out of order" sign," she sassed him, putting her hands on her hips. Vincent just stood there trying to think of something to hide the truth of what was behind the curtain. He rung his hands and looked down. "Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to find out myself?" Anastasia asked. Vincent still just stood there. "Fine, I'm going to see for myself then!" she half yelled. Before he could say anything to stop her, she flung open the curtains and was stunned by what stood before her.

        Another hetaloid stood in the center of the stage. This one just so happened to be in horrible condition. He was covered in dust from head to toe. His reddish brown hair was a mess. The bomber jacket, grey t-shirt, and denim jeans he wore had large slashes through them, exposing the tan pseudo skin underneath. 'What in gods name...' "Vincent, what the hell is this?!" she exclaimed. Anastasia threw up her hands in a I-give-up manner.

        "You need to calm down! How many times do I have to tell you to calm the fuck down? Give me a moment and I will explain, okay?" Vincent shrieked. He put a hand to his face and dragged it down. "Okay. Come here and take a seat. This may take a while." He motioned to a table close to the stage. Anastasia hesitantly removed herself from the stage and sat on a chair. Vincent did the same, but he sat adjacent to her. "It all started back in 1987..."

~Flashback to 1987~

        "Allen can you cover table 7?" Nancy, the manager of Cafe Hetaloid, asked the 2p! America Hetaloid.

        "Sure thing Miss Miller." Allen said in his typical New York accent. His ruby red eyes quickly scanning the room and finding table seven in an instant. Two high school girls sat there chatting away. A smirk crept onto his face. He was pretty "smooth with the ladies" as he called it. He quickly made his way over to the table, being careful to not bump into his brother, father, or step-father. "Hello ladies," he started, "and welcome to Cafe Hetaloid. My name is Allen or you can just call me Al. I'm the 2p! America Hetaloid and I'll be your server for today. So, what can I get you two dolls?"

        The females giggled and began to give him their orders. Half way through Allen began to hear the pitter patter of shoes running around on his stage. He ignored it and continued to write down the order. Allen was just about finished until he heard the oh so familiar sound of nails scraping against wood. He whipped around to see a kid running around on his stage, dragging his prized possession, his nailed up baseball bat, behind him. The 2p! America Hetaloid rushed over to the kid and grabbed the bat. He then proceeded to put the kid on the ground in front of the stage. The kid cried out for his father and in a moments notice the father arrived. He hugged his kid tightly. The father stomped onto the stage and stood right in front of the 2p! America Hetaloid, staring menacingly up at him.

        "What do you think you're doing? You can't just man handle my kid like that! Where's the manager? I want to have a word with them!" he snapped at him. Allen opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. Instead, he swung his bat at the man's head, successfully giving him a concussion in the process.

        Screams from terrified customers filled the cafe as they watched in terror as blood poured from the man's wound and onto the stage and floor. Allen pulled his bat out of the man's head, having some of the flesh come off and stick to the now bloody bat. Nancy gasped at the sight. "Matthieu! François! Oliver! Come here quickly!" she yelled over the commotion. They made their way to Nancy and stopped in front of her. The only one that seemed to hold any emotion at the moment was Oliver, although you could see the concern in Matt and François' eyes. "Matthieu and François, pull Allen all the way back into the Dugout and shut him off! Oliver, try to calm everyone down while I go and call an ambulance!"

        They all nodded and proceeded to do there designated job. Allen put up a fight against Matt and François. He tried to punch them and beat them with his bat. They finally dragged him back far enough and shut him down. Oliver got everyone to calm down enough so that the paramedic's could get though the crowd to the man. After getting him to the ambulance Oliver closed the curtain to the Dugout and got back onto his shared stage with Matt and François, all three giving one last glance over to the star covered purple curtains.

~End of Flashback~

        "...And that is what is known as the "Club of '87"," Vincent finished.

        Anastasia blinked, still taking in all of the details. "Holy shit. That's some fucked up stuff right there."

        "Yeah. Anyway, on to your job. So, you'll be the night watch here for five nights to start off. It's just to see if you can handle the job so don't get defensive. You'll be working from twelve AM to six AM starting tonight. You will get paid $8 an hour so your pay check at the end of the week will come to $240 for the five days. I also have to warn you about the tendencies that the hetaloids have at night. They typically wonder around so don't be surprised if you see one outside one of the two doors into the security office. Just close the door on them and they should go away soon after. There are also blind spots in the camera's right outside the doors to the room. The light switches above the button to close the doors turns the light on outside of the door. I should also mention that the place's power gets turned off at night. The place will run on a generator, but it will only run off of it for so long so you have to conserve your power supply. Now, are there any questions?" he finished off his long rant with a question.

        "Nope. Thanks again for the job Vincent!" Anastasia said and shook his hand.

        "Your welcome Anastasia! Before I forget, here are your keys to the building. Anyway, I have to be heading home. I bet my dog is starving by now. Good luck tonight!" he said as they headed to their cars.

~Author's Note~

Hello! DreamsForDays here and thank you for reading my story! Something I think that is worth mentioning is who the characters are for those of you who are knew to the 2p! Hetalia fandom or are just unclear on who is who. Matthieu, prefers to be called Matt, is 2p! Canada (Matthieu is French for Matthew). François is 2p! France. Oliver, likes to be called Ollie, is 2p! England. And last but not least, Allen, prefers to be called Al, is 2p! America. I hope that helped with who is who name wise. Also worth mentioning, The "Club of '87" is my version of the "Bite of '87" and the Dugout is my version of Pirates Cove. Anyway, thank you again for reading! Until next time!