Every month, each nation comes together to have a World Meeting. This month's host is America. The meeting is in New York City. All the countries go to their designated seats. America looks around the room. There was England and France bickering with each other, Russia creeping China out, and Italy lost in his own world of pasta. There was also one seat empty. He leaned over toward Germany, who was sitting next to Italy.

"Who the hell is late?" America asks.

"I have no idea." Germany replied in a thick German accent.

"Um, America..." A voice whispers.

America jumps and was ready to knock the person out closest to him.

"Oh crap! It's just you, Mattie! You scared me! I didn't even notice you were in that empty seat!"

'Mattie' is actually Canada. He sighs.

"No one notices..." Canada says glumly. America wasn't paying attention to his brother anymore.

"Alright people let's start this meeting!" America exclaims. The nations began to quiet down.

"Who wants to start first?" He asks. Japan was the first to raise his hand.

"I would like to speak about the lack of whales—"

"Isn't that because you guys killed them all?" America interrupts.

"America, you bloody wanker! Let him finish!" England yelled.

America laughs. "Oh Iggy, you can't control me anymore. I gained my independence centuries ago." He retorts.

"Oh my god, I swear—" England's temper was rising.

Both America and England started to argue just like France and England did.

"I think we got off-topic." Japan says quietly.

Then all of a sudden, there was a large explosion in the room. It was so windy it blew papers everywhere. A black hole was formed.

"There's a rift in the dimension!" England shouted.

The black hole grew large enough for a person to fit in. Then the windy atmosphere stopped. Everyone was silent, wondering what's at the other side. A person stepped out from the portal. That person looked exactly like Italy, only with different clothes. The lookalike Italy had his hands in his pocket and looked around.

"Ve~?"

Germany put his hand on his forehead and groaned.

"Now there's two Italys... I think I'm having a migraine..."

"How is this possible?" France wondered.

Everyone turned to England.

"Hey! Just because I have spells doesn't mean I did this!" He protests.

"Is he the same as me? If he is, I hope he likes pasta!" Italy chimed in.

"I am nothing like you, coward." The lookalike seethed.

Everyone was once again silent.

"W-Well, I guess he's not like Italy..." Germany said finally.

"At least he doesn't open his eyes." America commented.

"Guess again, assholes." The lookalike sneered. He opened his eyes. They were blood red.

America held up a styrofoam cup.

"Maybe if we splash water in his face he'll melt!" He joked.

Lookalike Italy took his hands out of his pocket and threw a knife at America. It was not aimed at America specifically but at his cup to make a point. Literally. The knife pierced through the cup, making water spill all over America's hand.

"Dammit, I was going to use that water!" America moaned.

"Whatever." The fake Italy scoffed. "Lutz!" He called out into the portal.

A tall man stepped out from the rift. He had plenty of scars on his face.

"I-Is that a lookalike G-Germany?" Italy questions.

Germany groaned again. "I think my migraine got worse..."

"We should probably figure out how to destroy this portal." England said.

"No you will not." Fake Italy says as he walks behind actual Italy. He had a knife at Italy's throat.

"Never mind." England sighs.

Then another person walks out from the portal.

"Luciano, where the hell are you?!" The man shouted. He looked almost like Japan except he was wearing a black uniform.

"Kuro, you don't have to be so loud. You're scaring your other you." Luciano pointed to Japan.

"Don't fucking tell me this pansy is my double..." Kuro growled.

Japan was about to stand up, but Kuro quickly kept him at bay with his katana. Then more people came out of the mysterious portal. The first one was fake America, who has darker skin than actual America. He even came with a baseball bat with nails lodged into it.

"Dude, how do you even play baseball with that?" America pointed out.

"I'm playing with heads not balls." Was all the lookalike said.

Second was England's double. The double was certainly... More bubbly than actual England.

"Do you want a cupcake?" The double asked France. France hesitatingly took it.

"Hopefully your cooking is better than his." He said while glaring at England. France ate it.

"It's delicious!" France said, surprised.

In fact, everyone was surprised.

"Why are all of you so surprised? My cooking is good, dammit!" England insisted. He was smacked by America's double.

"Don't say any swear words in front of Oliver—I mean, your double!" Allen (America's double) whisper-shouted.

"I can do whatever the hell I want—" England began.

He was interrupted by his lookalike shoving a jar in his face.

"Since you said two swear words, you have to put money in the swear jar!" The lookalike sang.

The third nation was France's double.

"Tell me, do you believe in love like I do?"

"Non, I side with lust more than love."

America couldn't help but laugh.

"He sides with booty calls." He whispers to his double.

Allen snickered.

Next was China's double. He said absolutely nothing. China tried to talk to him but his efforts were in vain. Last of the Allies is Russia. Russia's lookalike had black clothes and is less childish than actual Russia.

Yes, it ends just like that. You can tell that I gave up at the end. Expect more cringey unfinished stories like this. I don't really know if I only just have unfinished Hetalia stories or more.