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Chapter one

"America put that down before you hurt yourself," England yelled out at his former colony while grabbing a book from America's grip. America was currently staying at England's house for the night, after somehow convincing the older nation that a spontaneous sleep-over would be fun. After about an hour however, America had become bored and decided to look through some of the books that were out in England's living room.

"Come on dude, you have to have something fun in this house! At this rate I'm going to die of boredom!" America exclaimed while looking pleadingly at England. England on the other hand simply looked at America and replied that it was his own idea to drop in out of the blue.

America sighed again before asking, "Don't you have any video games, or even a good movie?"

England ignored this however and went back to his tea and turned the television on. Maybe this will cause him to stay quiet, England thought to himself while sipping his drink.

With this England looked away from America to look at the book he had taken from America. It was one of his magic books, which he most likely took from his basement and forgot to return to its proper place. Deciding to return the book before he forgot, England got out of his chair and headed down the basement.

After he placed the book on the correct shelf, he looked at the door only to feel as if his entire house was shaking. The single light flickered as he tried to keep his balance, the light going out when the ground stopped shaking.

"America?" England called out while trying to get back to the stairs. As he walked towards them however, he tripped over something, causing a rather feminine voice to make a sound. Once he reached the stairs, he turned the lights back on and looked at the floor to find a young girl beginning to sit up.

The girl had short, blond hair held back in front by star-shaped clips and eyes that looked exactly like America's. As for her attire, she was wearing sweatpants and a rather baggy American football shirt. The girl looked at England for a moment before giving out a yelp and asking, "Who're you?"

England was shocked by the girl's appearance, after all it was not every day he entered his basement and found an attractive girl there, but he was finally able to ask, "I could ask you the same question."

He then remembered that America was upstairs during the event and rushed up the stairs to find the younger man. However, he could not find America anywhere. As he searched, the girl went up the stairs and began to look around at everything as if very interested. When England noticed her, she remarked, "This house sure looks a lot like Iggy's! I wonder where she is."

England paused at the name which America usually called him, and looked at her confused when she referred to him as a "she."

At last he said, "This is my house, but why are you referring it to some girl version of me? And who are you exactly?"

The girl looked at him for a moment before saying, "Wait, so then your name is England?"

"Yes, and who are you?" England persisted.

She smiled at this and said, "I'm America, but most people call me Americo."

America was simply flipping through the channels on England's television when he heard England enter his basement. Wondering what his friend was doing downstairs, he went to the door to open it, only to stop when the house began to shake; causing him to fall and hit his head on the door.

The next thing he knew, he heard someone rush up the stairs from the basement and open the door he hit his head on. Once the door was opened, America said, "Iggy, what the hell was that?"

America then looked at the person he thought was England to instead see a girl with long, blond pigtails and green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. The girl was also wearing a light blue, knee length nightgown covered by a cloak. When she saw America, she began to pull down the hem of her nightgown with one hand while staring at America shocked.

"W-who are you?" she stammered out in a British accent which America had to admit was rather cute before continuing, "What did you do with Americo?"

"Americo? Who's that?" America asked while chancing a glance around the hallway. From the looks of things, it looked almost exactly like England's house; except maybe a little more girly.

"I'll be the one asking the questions," The girl barked at him. America looked her over once more before saying, "One more question, who are you and why are you at my friend's house?"

The girl scowled at this and said, "For starters that's two questions. Secondly, this is my house; always has been and always will be. As for my name, I am the United Kingdom's of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Now I'll ask you one more time nicely; who are you?"

America gave her an 'are you for real' glance before saying, "You're not Iggy, he's a dude and you're definitely not a dude."

To this England grabbed a broom out of nowhere and hit America over the head with it while saying, "Yes I am, and wait…what Iggy are you talking of?"

America then began rubbing his now stinging head while saying, "Well you certainly act a little like England."

The girl England however gave America an annoyed look before once more asking who he was. To this America said, "Well, I'm the hero, America."

England at that point began to look closely at America for a moment before letting out a gasp and saying, "It worked?."

What have America and England found themselves into this time?

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