Chapter 1: Meeting ourselves

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A/N: Yay! I figured out how to use the legitimate linebreaks! Gonna edit this entire fic now lolz

Japan's POV

It seems like a normal world meeting. I look around. England-san and France-san were arguing, unfortunately. China-san offers food again, which they refuse. Russia-san is holding his pipe that he seems to carry around everywhere. He is also smiling, not knowing that Belarus-san is behind him. America-san is laughing and saying he is the hero. Switzerland-san is pointing his gun at people. It is very noisy. Germany-san looks irritated right now. I prepare myself for his inevitable shouting.

"Everyone SHUT UP! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HAVING A CONFERENCE RIGHT NOW, BUT BECAUSE OF THIS ENDLESS NOISE, WE NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE! SIT DOWN, ONLY FIVE MINUTES PER SPEECH, AND NO GOING OVER THE TIME LIMIT WHATSOEVER!"

Not surprised, I look over to Germany-san, who was already making his speech. The meeting went smoothly from here, despite Italy-san talking about pasta for the last part of his speech. After the meeting, I go home to eat dinner and sleep.

America's POV

The world meeting yesterday was pretty lame. After it was finished I just went home to play video games and stuff myself with delicious burgers, and stuff. I totally beat my highscore on Mario Kart, dude! After that I prank-called England, but he knew it was me, so I just laughed, hung up, and went to sleep.

Next morning, I got woken up by Tony. He's this super cool alien friend of mine.

"Hey, dude! How ya doing?" I greet him after putting on Texas.

"Fucking. Bitch. Fuck. Ing. Bitch." Oh yeah, and he likes to talk in curse words. I know what they mean though! Anyway, he said that there's some girl that looks a lot like me in my living room. Huh, that's weird. But since I'm the hero, I went to go check who it was!

S. Italy's POV

YESTERDAY'S MEETING WAS HORRIBLE. The potato bastard told everyone to shut up, my idiota fratellino talked about pasta for the last part of the speech, and all the other bastards were arguing with each other! The tomato bastard Spain was annoying as usual. Ugh. After the meeting I go home to take a siesta. Another shitty day.

I was rudely shaken awake in the middle of the night by Veneziano. Grumbling, I check the alarm clock.

3:27

"Oh COME ON! Why do you have to wake me up at this damn ungodly hour anyways!?" I growl, irritated.

Veneziano looks worried. Typical. "I was hungry after having a bad dream, so I went downstairs to make some pasta, but then when I got downstairs I saw two girls sleeping that looked a lot like us! That was really scary!"

I raise an eyebrow, still annoyed, but curious. "Fine. Show me."

We went downstairs. After turning a corner to the kitchen I saw two sleeping girls on our couch. They did look a lot like us! Damnit, looks like I'll have to wake them up if I want some answers.

"Hello, wake up." I shake their shoulders. Veneziano stands behind me. When nothing happened, I resort to yelling at the top of my lungs.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

The girls finally wake up. "Oh. Ciao, who are you?" The one on the left says. "I'm Italy Veneziano!"