Make a note that OUR adorable dimension travelling duo will be referred to as "Antonio" and "Lovino" and any.. others.. will be called (by the narrator) by their country names. Thank you. Enjoy!
Lovino and Antonio looked around, confused and on guard. They were in a patch of forest- No, it was a park, really. Lovino didn't even realise that they were each in each other's arms, much to Antonio's delight. Though essentially, they were both thinking the same thing. What was that flash? Where are they now? "Stupid tomato idiot," the Italian muttered. "Where are we?" He looked over and shoved Antonio away suddenly. It didn't faze the Spaniard.
"Well, Lovi, I honestly don't know. I- look! Over there!" He pointed over to where he saw a person in the distance. He was sitting at an outdoor cafe table, alone, but looking as if he was waiting for someone. Happily. Lovino's head whipped over to see. His eyes widened.
"Feliciano! Agh, thank Tomatoes.." he muttered. "Come on, stupid Tonio!" he whined as he took Antonio's arm and dragged him over to who he was sure was his brother. Antonio cherished the touch.
"Feliciano! Hey, Feliciano! Feli!" Lovino called. Italy turned around and beamed when he saw his brother.
"Fratello! What are you doing here? Hi! And.. Spain?"
Lovino looked at him weird but Antonio replied, "Yup! Say, where are
we exactly, Feli?"
Italy looked at him weirdly now but replied, "In Los Angelos."
"As in LA, California, Los Angelos?"
"Yes..?"
"Feli, what the hell are you doing in Los Angelos?"
"Waiting for Alfred of course, ve-"
"Alfred? What the fudge?"
They were interrupted by a loud voice saying, "Feliii- I've got ice creeeeaam-!" They all turned around and saw America carrying a large bowl of ice cream with all the works, and two spoons. Italy laughed and clapped, and then he shot up to give a great big cuddly hug to America, dropping a kiss on the blonde's lips. "Yay!"
Lovino and Antonio were struck. Lovino was just about to sputter something about the Potato Idiot when Antonio put a hand over his mouth and quickly said to Italy and America, "Well, I can see you two are busy. See you later, okay? Adios!" And he dragged Lovino back to the spot of forest they appeared in.
He let Lovino go and inspected his now wet, bitten hand. "Ow, Lovi.."
"What the hell was that? What's up with Feliciano? Why is he with that Hamburger Head? What did that stupid occult-obsessed guy do to us?"
"Shh, Lovi! Listen, I think.. I think Arthur accidently sent us to a different world. He wasn't reading Latin. It was Spanish, I'm sure, but I don't think he noticed. The magic that surrounds him must have set off when he read the words out loud, and since we were the only ones nearby, the spell affected us! We're in a different world, Lovi, where things aren't the same!"
"Like... My stupid little brother dating that fat America?"
"Si."
Lovino was silent for once. "Ew. But at least it's not Potato. Now, how do we get back home?"
Antonio thought for a bit. "I guess.. The same way we got here. We can just go and find this world's Arthur and ask him to send us back."
"And what if this Arthur isn't a freaky occult freak?"
"We'll just have to hope he is." And they set off in hopes of finding someone they knew who could possibly direct them to Arthur.
They were walking down the street when they spotted the two German brothers walking just across the street. Wordlessly, Lovino grabbed Antonio and dragged him across the street (luckily it was a red light). Antonio just melted. All this touching and grabbing...
Lovino called, "Oy! Potatoes! Hey!"
Germany and Prussia turned around and - what the hell? - they smiled. "Yo Lovi, honeybuckles," Prussia called, apparently addressing both of them. Honeybuckles? And since when did the red-eyed Potato think he could call Lovino 'Lovi' and get away with it?
Prussia went over to Antonio and threw his arm around the Spaniard, kissing him on the cheek. Antonio stiffened and blushed. (Not that
kind of stiff.)
Similarly, Germany walked over beside Lovino and took his hand, smiling affectionately at the Italian. Lovino couldn't even move. WHAT
THE F-
Unsteadily, Lovino yanked his hand out of Germany's and backpedaled five feet away from him, staring at him with huge, brown, bewildered eyes and his mouth in an open sneer.
Following the Italian's lead, Antonio uncomfortably slid out from Prussia's hold to join Lovino. Germany and Prussia stared back at them confused and a bit hurt.
"Lovino?" Germany asked quietly.
Lovino's face grew red in both embarassment and anger as he gave a frustrated cry and ran off, fuming. "Effing Potato!" he yelled to
the sky.
Antonio took a running step towards the angry Italian before turning back to the Germans. "I'm so sorry. We aren't - er - your Italy and Spain. We're from a different world.. It's a long story. Can you direct us to England's house? Do you know where he is?"
Prussia and Germany stared at the Spaniard. "What? Different world? Like an alternate dimension?"
Antonio sighed; he had to hurry this up, Lovino was getting away. "Yes, yes. Do you know where England is? He sent us here, he'll probably send us back-"
"Are you saying it's all different in your world? Are we still lovers, Tonio?" Prussia asked excitedly, ignoring Antonio's question.
"No. Lis-" "Aw!"
"He lives over there. The Delo-Grande. Top floor," Germany said helpfully, pointing to a tall, expensive looking condominium building.
Antonio looked at the tall blonde man gratefully. "Thank you, Ludwig." Hurriedly, he ran off to get Lovi, calling over his shoulder, "Thank
you! And I'm sorry for the trouble!"
As the German brothers watched the leaving Spaniard-from-another-dimension, the Spain and Romano from this world were sneaking up on them from behind. They jumped and surprised the brothers, who were a bit wary. "What's wrong, Potato?" Romano asked him from his spot; wrapped around Germany's arm.
"Nothing."
Antonio found Lovino in an alley, repeatedly knocking his head against the brick wall. Although he knew Antonio was there, he didn't look up. "I will never unsee that. The Potato.. smiling." He shivered and continued attempting to knock the memory out of his brain. Antonio was about to say something when Lovino turned around and held up the hand that Germany had held. "I need to cut off this hand and burn it. And feed the ashes to those fucking turtles, dammit."
Antonio decided to cut in before Lovino ranted any more morbid thoughts. "Alright then. Okay, so they told me where Arthur lives.
It's close-"
"Agh, thank God! I never freakin' thought I'd say this, but I can't wait to get to that guy!"
"Si, me too, Lovi. Now let's go!" And my turtles do no such thing, he thought idly.
As soon as they walked out of the alley the crashed into a blonde couple. Good God, it was France and Canada.
Lovino took one look at them and decided he couldn't, no, wouldn't take it. He picked himself and Antonio off the sidewalk and ran away, not even saying a word.
The Canadian and the Frenchman stared after the odd couple. Irritably, France yelled out, "Hey!" Shaking his head, he stood up, brushed himself off, and held out a hand to his beloved Canadien, who blushed but took the hand. After patting his jeans, Canada asked curiously, "Was that Spain and South Italy?"
France looked back, thought a bit, and chuckled his little French 'hon hon hon'. "Nah. Ce n'est pas possible. Romano is too much in love with Allemagne to be running off with Tonio, no?"
They laughed together and continued walking.
"That was Francis and Matteo," Antonio commented casually as they were waiting to cross the street. "So there's them, and Feli and Alfred, and me and Gilbert, and-" here he sounded truly disturbed, "-you with Ludwig-"
Lovino let out a groan as he slapped the Spaniard on the shoulder. "Agh, shut up! Now just hurry, I don't wanna meet any other alternate suckers-"
Too late. Eagle-Eyes Lovino spotted Greece - surrounded by a horde of cats, as usual - cuddling up with Turkey on a park bench. "Look at that! How does that even work? They fucking hate each other!" he exclaimed, his hand alternating from gesturing madly at the couple and digging his nails into his palm. Antonio only chuckled, he'd heard of love/hate relationships before.
Lovino made a derogatory sound and turned a corner, only to find another couple being all lovey to each other. "Now who are they? Is that.. Well, fuck my tomatoes. It's Twinkletoes and Cheese-Head. This dimension never ceases to scare the shit outta me." Antonio mentally
translated 'Twinkletoes and Cheese-Head' into 'Austria and Switzerland'. He looked up.
"Oh, look, we're here!" Antonio threw in enthusiastically. Thank God, he thought in his head. Lovino looked up in surprise. Oh.
They sprinted into the shiny building and to the elevator. Antonio pushed the button absently. The first elevator door that opened showed Belarus and Lithuania in a heavy make-out session. They decided to take the next one. And they did; Lovino saw that it was thankfully empty so he rushed inside and pushed the button with the largest number, 26. Antonio got in just in time before the doors closed. He started humming.
Lovino looked at him funny. "What?" Antonio asked. Lovino answered, "Nothing." After all, he was only humming the Italian national anthem.
At the fourth floor, the elevator doors opened and two younger teens walked in. Aw, it was Latvia and Liechtenstein. They were holding hands and jabbering quietly about some pool. Liechtenstein giggled every once and a while; the sound was starting to annoy Lovino.
Eventually, the young couple went out of the elevator and Lovino and Antonio could continue their journey to the top of the building. They got there without any further incidents. Walking out of the elevator, they saw that there was only one door on this floor. Jeez.
But that does make it a whole lot easier.
Lovino stared pointedly at Antonio, who sweatdropped and preceded walking up to the door. Gathering himself, he firmly knocked four times. It was silent. The two dimension travellers waited for a while.
Antonio was about to knock again when a crash could be heard from the inside, and a muffled curse. A second later, the door opened to reveal young Sealand. Behind him, Antonio could see broken pieces of what was probably a vase before on the floor. "Hello, may I help you?" Sealand asked pleasantly.
"Should you really be in here?" Lovino asked him.
"No, I shouldn't, but that jerk Britain can't do anything about it. So may I help you?"
Antonio started talking. "Yes, actually. See, we were looking for England. Is he here?"
"No," Sealand replied obviously. "He's probably at Japan's house or whatever."
"And why would he be there?" Lovino asked tonelessly. He felt he already knew the answer.
"Ew, I don't want to know what he does at his boyfriend's house! I don't know!"
"Si, well, do you know where Japan lives?"
Sealand nodded. "Yup. It's a couple blocks that way. It's called The Sherobee, the building; he lives on the fifth floor, I think. I forget the unit, though."
Lovino was already on his way. "Thanks, amigo!" Antonio said to the micronation, and then left to catch the elevator.
"Welcome!" Sealand called. When the two were gone he turned back into the flat and laughed. "Let's finish that movie now, huh, Seychelles?"
Giggling could be heard before he shut the door.
Okay, so, Lovino and Antonio were crossing the street, yet again, heading into the direction that Sealand pointed them in. Lovino was trying to keep his eyes on the road or on Antonio, to avoid seeing any other crack couples. It was working until Antonio said to him, "Look! There's Ita and Alfred again!" Instinctively, Lovino pulled his head up to see, but then growled and looked back down.
Indeed, Italy and America were walking out of a store, laughing and holding hands. Italy was wearing America's infamous bomber jacket with
the big fifty on the back, and enjoying it. They were chatting at hundred miles per hour, and every once in a while America would swoop down to peck Italy on the head or lips, which would then brighten up Italy's smile.
"That smile could make the Potato sing opera," Lovino commented bitterly. Antonio laughed.
"Come along, Lovi," he said, directing him around the corner. And there it was: The Sherobee. The two were elated as they walked into the building and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened, of course, to reveal Poland and Hungary, hands around each other's waists. Hungary was leaning into Poland's shoulder and Poland was nuzzling her hea-
"Let's take the stairs," Lovino commanded, grabbing Antonio by the collar and dragging him to the door marked, "Stairs". Together they walked up the stairs - well, Lovino kind of stomped - and Antonio was pondering something thoughtfully. "You know," he mused, "How is it that all the nations live in the same area?"
Lovino paused. "I don't know." They continued up the stairs. Finally, they reached the fifth floor. They didn't know which door would lead to Japan's unit, though. They took a lucky guess and started at the one closest to them. The person that lived there, a young dark skinned man, said that Kiku Honda lived all the way at the end, in the last door. Antonio and Lovino thanked him and went on their way. When they got there, they found a Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob. Lovino
was looking faintly green. Taking a risk, Antonio pulled up and knocked on the door; albeit gently. After a second, England himself opened the door, fully clothed and as sharp as ever. "Didn't you see the sign?" he asked anyways.
"Ah, we're sorry amigo. But we have an emergency."
Engand looked over to Lovino. "Shouldn't you be somewhere, making out with Germany?"
Lovino was ready to kick that jerk in the nuts when a soft voice called from inside the unit, "Arthur-san? Who is at the door?"
"It's Spain and South Italy," he answered back.
"It's Romano," Lovino muttered.
"Oh! Why don't you invite them in?"
"I- Yeah, fine. Come in then, won't you?"
Awkwardly, Antonio and Lovino followed the Briton into Japan's living quarters. It was tastefully decorated yet quite simple. So totally Japan. The nation in question was sitting in the living room, already pouring two more cups of tea. "Tea, my friends?"
The travelling duo nodded politely and sat down when told. "So what brings you here?" Japan asked, ever polite.
"Um, actually, we were looking for England."
"Me?"
"Si. See, we were in.. a magical mishap."
"Magical, you say?"
"I'm afraid so. See, somehow, we were transported into another world! This world is not the one we're used to. It's quite different, actually. You could say we're feeling a bit - well - very homesick. And since, England, you're the one who sent us here, we thought perhaps you could send us back."
England pondered this carefully, his big monster eyebrows furrowed and his hand on his chin. "Are you saying you two are from an alternate dimension?" Antonio and Lovino both felt a flash of deja vu.
"Yeah," Lovino said irritably, "And I'd really like to get back, tea-sucker. So go call your imaginary fairy friends and poof us back to
the real world, huh?"
England was ticked off. "First of all, they aren't imaginary. Second, they won't be needed for this ritual. And third, it being the world you grew up in doesn't make it the 'real world'. And furthermore-"
"Further what? Up your ass?"
"-and furthermore, up YOUR arse, you bloody pizza-shover."
"Oh yeah, scone-munching monster brows?"
"Most definitely, pasta-loving surrender monkey-"
"Please, please!" Japan called over the name calling, shutting England up immediately. Lovino stuck his tongue out at the Englishman. Whipped. "Ari-san, you were going to help these two." England nodded.
"That's right. Now, did either of you hear the spell I was chanting? Or was it something else..?"
Antonio spoke up. "Yes, it was a spell. You were chanting in Spanish. I know it."
"Spanish? All my books are Latin."
"I think the man knows Spanish, thank you very much, blondie," Lovino sneered. Pickin' a fight, eh? England smartly chose to ignore it.
"Well, then, what did I say?"
"Well.. I could only hear bits and pieces. But putting them together, I'm guessing you said.. Okay, don't laugh. You said, 'Magico, rodear; magico, recoger. Soyel
científico yeste esmi intermundo experimento. Explora, explora; Dumbledora. Enviar lasvíctimas lejos!' That wasn't even all Spanish. Some of it doesn't even make sense. It was all broken and - er - incorrect. And silly."
"What the hell?" Lovino questioned. He could understand enough Spanish to hear the godamned weirdness.
"So, I guess I'll just say that again and you two will be on your way," England shrugged. ("You guess?" Lovino mocked angrily.)
After a couple of practice runs, England told Japan to move back, summoned up his magic and repeated the spell to the point of red sparkles swirling around a very freaked out Antonio and Lovino. England had never heard of this spell before, and wondered where his other self could have found it. He was sweating; this was a hard spell to keep up. Eventually, the two misplaced nations were completely covered in red magic. Japan waved goodbye as they popped out of existence. Instantly the mad swirling stopped, leaving only wisps of red mist. England was still standing there in his chanting position with his arms out, panting. He fell back into the couch, where Japan joined him with a smile. The Asian sat down beside him and began running his thin fingers through the blonde man's hair.
"My magical man," he said affectionately with a cute smile.
England chuckled tiredly as Japan cuddled closer to him. He should send people to alternate dimensions all the time.
This actually the first chapter I wrote! See, this is why the intro is so teeny. Because I was sick of writing so I just gave a quick little explanation of how they ended up in this... predicament. Ohohoho~
Oh, and, about the "spell". I honestly had no idea what to write! So I typed in some nonsense into a Spanish translator and screwed up the letters a bit. I apologize to any people who actually speak Spanish! oTL.
I'm also sorry about the weird layout. See, this was first typed up on my iPod, and then I put it in WordPad (and edited it there), and then here, and along the way things got messed up. Oh well! Fusososososo~
