America's POV.

The purple portal dumped the countries that were sucked in into the middle of a street. When some of them managed to stand, they found themselves in a late night scene, where the streets were somewhat empty except for a few shocked faces from windows and such. However, those people didn't bother to come out.

The North America Superpower was the first to sit up with a startled look, having been tossed into the sidewalk. Everything throbbed, and he discovered a small crack in his glasses when he managed to finally focus his vision again.

"Ugh..." Texas wasn't too badly stirred... He hoped. It was a small crack after all. He glanced around to see some of the other's sitting up too.

"Dude… Where are we?" He murmured to himself. It seemed like it was back into the 1700's again, what with the street lights the way they were, but the architecture and the cars gave way to late 1800's and early 1900's. At least for his country's experiences anyway. Alfred didn't exactly like that people were staring at them strangely from their windows, but oh well. What he really didn't like, was that there was a girl lying among them that he'd never seen before. And she didn't collapse in the middle of the road, he was almost sure of it.

Italy's POV.

"Ve...Doitsu? Doitsu, do you know where we are?" Italy, had to speak first thing before taking in his surroundings. Things here felt a little familiar by their looks, but everything felt new and somewhat unfriendly as he also managed to see faces that were staring back at them through window panes. He quickly found Germany through the collapsed countries, and helped the other European country upright.

"Have you seen Romano or Aunt Sardinia?" Feliciano begged his friend, looking around for his brother and their aunt. Was she hurt? Was Romano okay? Where were they? What was going to happen? He finally couldn't take it anymore and buried his face in Ludwig's shoulder, crying through his questions, now repeated in rapid Italian.

Germany's POV.

It was now occurring to him that they were definitely not in the same world they were a few minutes ago. It'd be stupid to even that. The blue-eyed blonde stretched his back as he sat up, his Italian friend running up to him with pleads. He was scared too, in a way... But he wouldn't show that to Feliciano of all people who'd be terrified out of his wits.

Confused and feeling misplaced, he pat the Italian's head as he let him nuzzle his face in his shoulder. Ludwig sighed, "It's alright, Feliciano. Calm down. We'll figure out what's happened." The brunette's aunt soon intervened, and Feliciano followed, but came back after a short amount of time.

Sardinia's POV.

"..Feliciano, don't cry in Ludwig's shoulder now...I'm fine." A soothing voice answered, though it was also shaken like everyone else's. The younger Italian clung to the woman now, and she murmured Latin and Italian to him, patting his back lightly as she let him cry it out. He would calm down soon. Armaranta knew this more than anyone, and she also didn't want Italy to be clinging to Germany.

He'd forced her younger nephew into war...not so much forced as he'd made an alliance with Italy, and Italy had been blissfully ignorant to go with it. She hated that he had somewhat used Italy for that purpose, though she'd never show ill will towards the man for it.

Once Italy had finished his small breakdown, he sniffed a little, and went back to questioning the blonde he had previously been holding onto. He was cute, really. He'd grown up though, as did his brother, who also seemed to be alright. And by alright, he was muttering Italian curses at whatever just flung them into this unknown world.

Blaze's POV.

"Ugh...whoever's crying and speaking really fast needs to relax... glue his jaw shut." A new voice sounded. Heads turned on her and the red-head sunk back a little, "Just my opinion..." She muttered, glancing off and spotting Japan. Her eyes opened a little more, "Hey...it's you...I saw you in that dream. It's me... Subspace?" Her green eyes reflected a type of warmth, "Didn't you...create me?" She breathed, looking at the Asian nation with a dazed look. She hugged him around the neck, rather happy to see someone that she could recognize. "Kiku, it's been such a long time." She smiled, her grip around him somewhat stifling.

Japan's POV.

The young woman that had flung herself around him only added to what all was shocking him at the moment. Good lord this was a lot to process. "I-I.. Blaze-chan?" He stammered, blinking a little as she hugged him tightly. He gently rubbed her back and tried to pry himself from her, which she took the hint too quickly and let go. "How are you here? I haven't seen you in years since that man came and took you away. Are you alright?" He asked in a rapid tone, still very full of questions himself about other things and therefore quickly dancing over his words.

The young woman nodded, and the two looked around at the various looks that they were getting from other countries. "She's.. my daughter. You could say Long-lost daughter." He sighed, feeling a bit bad now that he remembered the incident where a man had come to take her from him. He was a young country at the time, so he really didn't know she was being put in harm's way, and neither did she. He had no idea about her life after that, for he never heard from her or the man after that. And the thought that crossed a few nation's minds? How was she his daughter?

Austria's POV.

What a strange occurrence... Where were they really? His own glasses were not too damaged, his brown hair mussed slightly from the tumbled they'd all taken against each other and through that portal that just miraculously opened up in the middle of the sky outside of the conference. Everyone seemed to be okay, maybe a light fall, nothing too bad. Austria stood up and glanced around, after having to regain his footing when he stood. His eyes wandered his surroundings, looking for Hungary. "Elizaveta, are you alright?" He asked calmly, though his voice sounded a bit uneven. He did care for Hungary, he really did, but things were never too serious. They were really good friends, though, and who wouldn't go see if their friend was okay after they were all spit out of a mysterious vortex?

His body was hurting. Typically, he was an older country, despite his very young features, but impacts like these didn't really do anything good for his old bones. Rigidly, he sat up on whatever he was sitting on, feeling two bodies on either side of him, suspecting one was Hungary… The other had to be…

Hungary's POV.

Normally, she took on scary situations like these, but this one was a... what could even describe it? A monstrosity, perhaps? It was close enough. Before the countries were pulled in this wormhole... She blushed. Roderich had been holding her tight in his arms. Was it out of love and concern..? She mentally slapped herself. That was a stupid, girlish way to think considering they'd been allies for such a long time and they had no relationship, but a steady friendship. But what about now? That was a few minutes ago, if even that. Her green eyes flickered around in the pitch black darkness. Now that she thought about it, it was sort of nice. Elizabeta was breathing in Austria's unique scent that smelled of coffee and cake, with just a hit of lavender that was beginning to lull her tired body to sleep even in her tragic state with all of this nonsense. Then, in the midst of her heart settling down, she heard that voice calling her's questioningly: as if he was asking whether she was dead or not. On impulse, she was still clinging onto his side.

"...Roderich...? I'm behind you... On-your-back behind you," she croaked, her face flushing unintentionally. She had been clinging on his back. Oddly enough, she had been in his arms at the time of this peculiar happening, now she was on the other side of him. Was the universe trying to tell her something? Blinking she felt a body move beneath their's, groaning and mumbling incoherent things until she told them to get off her. The voice was distinctly feminine, even though she clearly was vexed and cursing making her sound a bit like a boy. At her sounds, she nudged Roderich and hoped that whoever they had been clobbering for the past minute or so wouldn't decide to call the police.

Freya's POV.

It all happened in a quick flash: the sudden clamor of noise, the ground shaking violently, the force on her body that pushed her to the floor, and then silence. The girl coughed quietly. 'Oh, bother...' she thought silently, cursing under her breath as she tried to figure out what was happening. And she figured it out almost instantaneously as she was thinking so. There were two men and a pretty girl toppled over her in the dark. Freya bit her lip viciously and snorted agitatedly. She had been enjoying her evening to herself, by herself, and quite frankly, she was pissed that there was an orgy forming over her.

"Not to be rude, but quite frankly, I'm squished, confused, and pretty damned annoyed. If you'd move your gay parade off my back, I'd be much obliged, thank-you very much." Her tone was curt, and vexed. Three people on her... How did they get in? Where did they come from?

The man sitting completely on her as if he was about to enjoy tea in his pajamas, was dressed very formally from what she could see. His dark brown hair gleamed slightly in the moonlight that chilled the room in darkness. He wore frills, dark satin, expensive boots... Was he wealthy, then? Freya tried pulling herself from under their weight since she was impatient, but all of them made it too hard to really do anything about it. She sighed, gave up, and observed the other two in boredom and curiosity: the other male, white-platinum hair, had a weird black cross on his neck... necklace of some sort, maybe? He wore a standard dark blue, military-looking outfit... And there was a bird on his shoulder. A real one too. Not to mention that this guy was in the Mr. Frill's arms...

Maybe she was right about this being a 'gay parade'. But then there was the girl. Perhaps, she was a transsexual, just wanted to join the fun. Anyways, she wore a green uniform like the blonde dude, but had a beret and a pink flower in her long, brown hair. Actually, she was really pretty in fact, but Freya had a deep jealousy towards anyone who was pretty naturally.

Grunting under their weight, she clawed at the polished hardwood floor helplessly, frowning to herself. Eventually, she just waited for the three to notice that they were on a human being, not a pillow.

Austria's POV.

Austria finally realized that they were sitting on someone, managing to see Hungary over his shoulder behind him. What he also realized was that he was holding Prussia in his arms, whom was quickly dumped on the floor as he stood up, brushing himself off and clearing his throat. "I do apologize Miss, we don't really know what happened ourselves." He predicted she'd ask how they got there right off the bat. He wasn't all that sure either.

While Prussia collected himself and his small chick on the floor, he helped up the Hungary first, then the girl that they'd landed on. Poor thing hopefully hadn't had a cracked spine or anything of the nature, because that would be bad if they were arrested in this unfamiliar place without knowing where they even were. He managed to catch a glimpse of other countries outside, scattered in the street, meaning everyone made it. Which was good, in it's own way.

Freya's POV.

The girl was finally released from the dog pile when the fancy man dropped the dude with the bird-fetish. She gasped for air, trying not to be dramatic, though she was the one that had been trampled.

"Good lord. I'm afraid to ask any questions considering you basically fell from the sky," she managed to choke out after Mr. Frills helped her up, "But thank-you for helping me up anyhow," she added, remembering her manners, even though they were the ones at fault.

Her agitated personality rubbed off as her heart began to pound frantically for she, as did they, had no idea what had happened.

Rubbing her sore chest, she looked outside frantically wondering to herself if there was anymore random appearances of people. Freya began to pace, then ruffled her oddly colored blue hair between her long fingers.

"I," she tried to begin. She stopped in the middle of the well-furnished room, facing towards the strangers, "Well, I feel odd about this situation myself, considering I was toppled by three people at once out of no where... Ugh! What can I say? Is there anything else I can do, but ask you in - you're already in - for tea and some cakes?" The girl wrinkled her brow in her own confusion, "If you don't know what's happened, as I do not, you might as well stay here until the power at least comes on. The lamp lights outside obviously aren't on, and the moonlight, regardless of its shine, won't really be much shine: take my word for it."

Sighing, the bemused soul wandered into the kitchen to heat up a kettle of tea and made a fire from the old-fashioned fireplace that was in her living room. "To add to it, Central Headquarters is probably freaking out right now, so it'd be exceptionally stupid to even think about bringing you three there.." she muttered under her breath. "Are you three really unsure of what has happened at all? Do you remember what happened before you trampled me?" Freya's voice was meek and she gave a sheepish smile as she lit a few candles with matches she kept in the first drawer in the kitchen (power outages were frequent because alchemists often messed up the electricity outlets while playing with their alchemy).

Shoving the box of matches into her pocket, she offered them to sit, and let the fire catch more light until the living room was brighter.

After being in the kitchen for a few minutes she came out with a kettle of a blend of flavors that she perfected. Even the people who thought tea was rather sickening, seemed to like it.

She let it sit over the flames as she sat herself in a small stool that she brought from the kitchen and entered the living room where the countries were still waiting. "Sorry," she bit her lip, pressured, "About all of this and how ill-tempered I was earlier. I didn't mean to say such... Crude and unlady-like things. Sometimes, my vocabulary just slips out." Grinning shyly, she let her bangs fall over her eyes as she waited for the silence to pass.

Prussia's POV.

It took him a second to realize that they weren't in the conference room and that this wasn't just a dream. Maybe it was more of a nightmare considering that the prick was holding him. Just as he was about to tell him how un-awesome that was, he dropped him! The awesome Prussia? Being dropped?

He wouldn't stand for it, much less take any notice to who he had been sitting on. "You know what? Gilbird and I are too awesome for your petty tea - and we can maneuver in the dark too. That's how cool we are! And you -" he turned towards the frilly man, and went up to him to grip his collar "You can sip tea and ignore the crazy stuff, but you will never pick up chicks the way I do. Because you're un-awesomeee. Gilbird has ten times the awesomeness in on wing than you do in your whole body, so hah! Hahhahaha."

Dropping Austria like he did to him, the platinum blonde strutted out of the little home without so much as a goodbye. Pfft, all Austria did was nag anyways so what was the point of staying: not that he was thinking about it anyways. Putting the little yellow puff ball on his shoulder, Gilbert went out to find his brother, Ludwig, among the countries that landed outside, scattered about Central, as the girl referred it to before he had left abruptly.

"Gilbird, do you think they have any beer here? They should because it's awesome. Then this city wouldn't be so bad."

Peering around, the bird peeping short chirps of replies, Prussia spot Germany among the Italians: Feliciano, Lovino, and Sardinia. The brothers' aunt was hugging Southern Italy, and Northern Italy was being pried off of Gilbert's own brother's shoulders by none other than Ludwig, himself.

Prussia cackled as he walked up to them, causing some attention to be turned towards him. He ignored it, but deep down, he relished it in the pit of his stomach, naturally, since he was the probably most narcissistic country of them all. As he stood in front of his brother, he watched him peel off the Italian irritably, as he wailed.

"Alterer bruder, Why don't you just wack him on the head, and then take him off.. Well, his auntie's watching, but you should still try." He plopped himself down next to his brother, whistling happily.

Germany's POV.

The blonde shook his head at his younger brother as his comment made Feliciano jumpy and whiny once more. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. And neither will he." He said comfortingly to the Italian, patting his head, but no longer letting him bury his head into his clothing. He was still trying to teach him to not do it, but he still did it on impulse.

The German nation sighed and collected himself off the group, helping up his ally in the process. He gave his brother a stern look, but he merely scoffed and found someone else to harass in the midst of confusion.

Tonight is going to be a long one.. He though in mind's own silence.