Oh look, what is this? IT'S A SEQUEL! I actually pulled through and did shit to get this up tonight! Y'all should be real proud of me right now, this was hard to finish without falling asleep. Ok, so here is the sequel. Have fun, read chapters, obsess over updates, curse my name for not updating soon enough for your liking, and enjoy the ride!


3rd Person POV

"Do we have everything we need? Are the bags in place? Are my scones in my bag?!" England asked. To put it simply, he was having a small panic attack. For him crossing dimensions was a very trying experience, and they hadn't even gotten onto the teleportation pad yet!

"Iggy, dude, calm down! I'm sure you have everything you need to go see your inter-dimensional girlfriend," America teased. England huffed at America's teasing and walked off to check over his bags, leaving a confused America. Meanwhile, in the background, Prussia was laughing at the exchange.

Prussia was too awesome to say he was nervous, if anything he was the picture of cool composure. He was currently standing with Germany, Hungary, and Austria. Germany had insisted on going with them to the other dimension, something about keeping his brother in line, which meant that Italy was going to be coming along as well. "Kesesesesese, I wonder if Gavin has been missing mein awesomeness," he pondered.

"If anything he's enjoyed the time without your obnoxious attitude," Austria grumbled. Hungary giggled at his comment, especially when Prussia sent him an indignant look. Austria was only there because his home had been chosen as the sendoff point, otherwise he would be aggressively piano playing right now.

"I do want to see Luke though," Hungary said to herself, blushing slightly.

"You guys should try to be serious about this," Germany chided. Prussia rolled his eyes and Hungary shrugged her shoulders, both of them too used to Germany's scolding to care.

"Ah, Germany, can you help me fit all of this pasta into my suitcase? I think the problem is Machiavelli taking up all this space," complained Italy. He had just arrived with his suitcase nearly spilling its contents everywhere. Italy set the case down and opened it, revealing pounds of uncooked pasta, jars of homemade sauce, and a man folded into an uncomfortable position.

"Italy! You need to pack clothes, not people and pasta! Besides, Machiavelli's principles are useless in America, no matter what dimension it is," Germany scolded. Italy cowered, annoying Germany even more, but eventually began to help Germany repack the suitcase.

Off in a corner, all by himself, Russia watched the room in childlike fascination. He was especially amused by the relations between Germany, Italy, and the recently arrived Japan. Honestly though, he wanted to punch them all in the face so they could start moving faster. The longer they stayed here, the longer his precious sunflower was without him. His brooding began to cast a dark aura over the room, making nations a little more eager to get moving.

Russia sighed and began to stroke his sunflower's pipe, the message across it in pristine condition. Why shouldn't it be? The writing was only a week old; surely the writing wouldn't fade at all after just a week. His eyes flicked back up when he saw France and Spain appear next to Prussia, each holding their own bags. It appears the pad will be quite full for this trip. "Alright everyone, retrieve your bags and gather around," England called to the group. Instantly seven countries picked up their bags and walked over to the Brit.

"Hurry up, da? My sunflower is waiting for me," Russia said. His smile indicated that he would soon be 'kol-kol-kolling' if things didn't go his way. England cleared his throat as everyone shifted around uncomfortably.

"R-right, well here goes nothing I suppose," he mumbled to himself. He set the pad down on the floor and pushed the button to expand the device. Once it had grown to full size everyone stepped on, having to squeeze since there were so many of them. "Get ready everyone, I'm pressing the button now," England announced.

He hit the button with his foot and a bright light blinded everyone in the room. When the light was gone, Austria was left with an empty house, boxes of pasta and Machiavelli thrown around, and an empty teleportation pad. "Those people are more trouble than they are worth," he grumbled as he began cleaning.

Russia looked around in the darkness, feeling somewhat at home in its familiar embrace. Germany and Japan were having much the same experience, using their time in the darkness to ponder the new world they were going to. Italy and America were each having their own personal freak outs, suddenly remembering every scary movie or situation they have been in, and were calling for England and Germany. Prussia, quite honestly, had declared the darkness unawesome had decided to go to sleep. Meanwhile, England and Hungary were trying to come up with plans for when they finally arrived in the unfamiliar dimension. Suddenly a white hot pain spread through them, the pain worse than anything they had experienced in their lives as countries. They all passed out at the apex of the pain and didn't feel the landing.

The first to wake up was Prussia, surprisingly, who was greeted with a happy surprise. As explained by the note Alex had left, they would arrive wherever the original teleportation device was. Apparently, after much juggling between the teens, the pad had ended up in Gavin's room. Gavin, who had the crush on a certain awesome country, had a very unique way of styling his room. "Keseseses, hey guys, check out this awesome room," Prussia said to his friends.

Unfortunately, for said friends, Spain and France were still asleep along with everyone else, which meant Prussia would have fun waking them up. Prussia looked around the seemingly abandoned room until his eyes fell on an air horn. He smirked evilly and quickly got up to grab the horn. Prussia then turned around and, after plugging one ear, blew the horn at the group of people.

"BLOODY HELL!" "GODDAMM THAT'S LOUD!" "KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL!" and many other such swears were chorused as the group woke up. They slowly reoriented themselves, only to be met by the shock of the decorations around the room. "Isn't this room awesome guys?!" Prussia exclaimed.

The rest just looked around in horror at the various Prussian flags, maps featuring Prussia, and the seemingly infinite fan art of Prussia in various lights and situations surrounding the room. "I am going to take a wild guess and say this is Gavin's room," Hungary said, looking around in horror. Everyone got up and began to wander the room, exploring the horror that is Gavin's obsession.

Eventually England got fed up with witnessing the horror called obsession, and made an announcement to the room. "Everyone, I'm going to go look for Alex, so you can all search for your respective people. If we haven't found any of them by five this evening, make your way back here to regroup with those we did find. I suggest Germany, Italy, Japan, and America stay here in case any of them come back," he said.

Everyone nodded their heads and began to trickle out of the room. The Axis plus America went to sit on the couch in the living room and made themselves comfortable. The rest of the nations left the rooms and walked off in opposite directions, each searching for a certain someone.


I really hope a few of you got the Machiavelli reference to one of the very first episodes. So, the next chapter is going to be a country meeting their respective teen, but there is a sick twist the countries didn't account for. If you want a certain country/teen pair, just comment to let me know. But you better do it before seven tomorrow night, or else it's up to me. Thanks for reading, please comment, and look forward to the next chapter.