Why, hello there! I love Hetalia. I love fanfics. I love magic and dimension/time travel. Now, a Hetalia fanfic with alternate dimension travel?
I am sorry for crapping on your brains. :D

All ownership and rights of Hetalia go to Hidekaz Himaruya and those other guys. In no way do I own Hetalia or am I making money from this. Just goofing off here. :) Oh, and I'm sorry for any Out of Character people... All this is just how I interpreted them... or prefer them. Lol.
Yeah, this chapter is real short, but it's basically just an intro. Enjoy!

Also: Watch out for foul language, eh. Throughout the whole story. :D It's just not a Romano fic without swears.

Also Also!: If you catch any references I've made to various other shows, stories, movies, or whatever else I've done that I honestly don't remember, well, coolio! Ooooh yeah. Oh, and note that I don't own those either! Ta ta!

Che cosa? [Italian]- What?

Today's meeting had been a particularly boring one. It went as usual; Alfred tried to take control, and then Arthur insulted him, France joined in, they all got in a cat fight, the other nations would get bored an then chat amongst themselves, someone would say something stupid, and another brawl would start, and another, and another, and the whole room would be in chaos, and Gilbert (who really just came because he was unAwesomely bored) would break out the beer and something would happen and end with an, 'oops!', and then finally Germany would blow up and take order - be ready, raise your hand, eight minutes, no chit chat, no mocking salutes of his past, etc - Italy would coo something about pasta, and the meeting would go smoothly from there. Same old, same old.
Lovino was relieved as hell when the meeting finally ended, allowing him and his boyfri- bos- friend, Antonio, to take a nice, relaxing walk in the sweet, Italian, September air, because Italy just happened to be where that month's meeting was. True, they were in Venice, but Lovino much preferred that over somewhere other than Italy.
They were just strolling around, enjoying the sights and sounds and smells of the Venetian streets when they heard someone chanting. Someone... familiar.
Antonio looked around. "Lovi.. Do you hear that?"
Lovino was focused on the half-eaten tomato in his hand. "Che cosa?"
"Dont you hear that? The.. chanting?"
"I don't- oh. Yeah, I hear it."
They stared at each other for a while. Well?

Lovino finished up his snack. "Well, let's go check it out. I can't have Feliciano being taken over by weirdos or something."
They crept over to where they heard the voice; under a tree in the middle of a large park. Nobody was around, except for them and the mystery reciter.
Spain's eyes widened. The words.. Were they...? What the...

They found the mysterious figure to be Arthur Kirkland. He appeared to be reading aloud from some kind of spell book. Not a very big surprise, really, but a bit spooky all the same.
"Oh wow," Lovino huffed as he rolled his eyes.
Arthur, who was too engrossed in his book to even notice them coming, jumped and instinctively waved a hand at the two.
The next couple of events happened very quickly. Antonio and Lovino were suddenly surrounded by red smoke. Antonio gasped. Lovino totally
did not shriek like a girl.
They grabbed each other for support but it was too late. With a pop! and a flash, the red smoke disappeared, revealing empty space.
Arthur facepalmed.
Aw, bullocks.