Well, this is a Hetalia project that is being written by three authors. Me, sparkeylove14, and Maffew sunshine. If you like Hetalia, Popular and Not-so-popular pairings, crazy randomness, and the Bad Touch Trio, then this is the story for you.
Btw, I understand how weird this is but the story will occasionally jump around from third person to first and switch POVs a lot.
Though Roman Empire didn't attend world meetings and was rarely seen by anyone except Italy and his allies, he was what you would call a creeper. Being basically dead gave him the ability to seem almost as Canada did. Not there.
So, The Great Roman Empire watched the world meetings in secret. He was disgusted with the way almost all world conferences went about.
All the nations hated each other and constantly made catty remarks just to see if they could get someone angry. It was as if they were nothing more than petty, spoiled teenagers.
Roman Empire gasped suddenly. He had an idea.
After the world conference ended yet again unresolved. Rome approached Britain.
"Ciao Arthur! Would you mind-a doing me a favor?"
Britain's eyes grew the size of pizzas. "Why, you're... You're... You're..."
Rome rolled his eyes. "Ce, I am The Great Roman Empire. Now about that favor..."
It took a bit to convince him, but Rome eventually was able to borrow his magic spell book.
After five hours of boiling strange ingredients over a fire, Rome finally had the potion. Once again, he attended a world meeting. It was a big one, even Prussia attended.
During their bathroom break, Rome put three drops of the clear, odorless and tasteless potion into their water glasses.
Satisfied, Rome leaned against the wall and waited.
America entered followed by all the others in an orderly fashion.
"Well dudes, before we get the meeting started, I say we should all take a simultaneous drink of water." America said in his loud, obnoxious half-yell.
The other countries nodded as they picked up their cups. Rome face-palmed. He hadn't expected it to be that quick or dumb.
"Ready? One, two, three!" They all drank and Rome face-palmed again.
All the countries began to shimmer and scream as they were transported to a large boat.
Rome realized that he was almost a mile taller than the other countries as they all stood on the huge gondola moving at super-sonic speeds through what seemed like clouds.
"Ciao Hetalia nations!" He said happily.
Italy grinned ear-to-ear. "Hey there-a Grandpa Rome!"
Rome's heart filled with joy at the voice of his sweet grandson.
America spoke up. "Um, dude what the hell?"
Britain stepped into the conversation. "My sentiments exactly, little brother."
Rome cast his eyes upon the nations and spoke with a voice that reminded them of the time when he was the most powerful on the planet. "I made a potion that would-a turn-a you into what you have become."
As he spoke, the nation's clothes began to shimmer and change into more modern looking wear.
"I'm-a sick of the constant fighting and-a bickering. You act-a like a bunch-a teenagers and now you get to be how-a you act!"
America was jumping up and down in rage. "What? Dude, that's totally not fair."
"And" Rome continued. "You lose your immortality."
The clothes had completely changed now, but no one was really paying any attention to them as a transparent double of themselves jumped out of them and flew away.
" 'Old on a second! Where are we going?" France shouted. Various other nations shouted out similar worries.
Rome chuckled at this. "An American high school."
"WHAT?" Everyone shouted.
"Oh," Rome went on. "All family ties have-a been erased too. So, Britain and America are-a no longer brothers and Belarus-" He paused as he was momentarily disturbed by the way Belarus was staring at her brother. "Russia's fair game."
Ukraine was now standing a good six feet away from Belarus with the same creepy look for her little brother. Russia was turning an intriguing shade of green.
"Wait, you can't just come in here and-" Britain made a gagging sound and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth. "Bloody hell!" He said after removing his hand. "I sound like America. My accent's completely gone!"
Suddenly the boat was filled with chatter as the countries discovered that they had lost their normal accent and gained an American one.
Of course, America looked pretty self-righteous at the moment because he had not lost nor gained any accent. That is, he looked self-righteous until he saw the horrendously dorky clothes he had on.
"Dude!" America screamed. "We aren't gonna stay like this forever right?"
Rome smiled again. "Maybe if-a you earn it."
The Roman Empire kneeled down to pat his grandsons' heads and to give Germany the evil eye. "Ciao Hetalia nations. Have-a fun!"
Rome disappeared and the giant gondola dissolved beneath the nations.
The next thing they knew, they were falling.