The nations were all crowded into a room, loudly arguing about what to do about this dilemma. They had been here in this world for almost a day already with no signs of somehow getting back to their old world. Luckily it hadn't got violent yet...Yet.. But who could last that long without sleep without drinking tea and that big ol' cup of Joe without getting violent or at least grouchy?
"This is, like, all England's fault! He was the only one that was talking to them!" Poland screamed out, very upset that one of the other unknown 'pseudo' nations had ripped up his favorite outfit in a fit of anger. "Look at this," He wailed to Lithuania, pointing to a very prominent rip in his shirt.
"How the bloody hell is this all my fault?!" England shouted at Poland before going on a long rant about how this wasn't his fault, clearly at the end of his rope. "Are you even listening?!"
Romania was sitting in the corner, sulking. "I can't believe one of my spells went wrong..." He muttered dejectedly.
The squabbling continued and no one was getting anything done except building tensions that lead to screaming at one another. But finally, Germany could not take it any longer and shouted, "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Everyone immediately did. "Now everyone vill take zheir turn." Germany instructed. "Now zhe first one to go is..." He tried to ignore Alfred's wildly waving hand. "...fine...America..."
"Okay, so dude, this guy, Allen, he's a total villain! He threatened to rip my voice box out!" Alfred wailed.
"...Zhat isn't a bad idea.."
"You're so mean!"
"Next is England." Germany quickly moved on.
England cleared his throat. "Ahem, well, according to my observations..those..other people are our opposites."
By the time England finished his sentence, all the countries quieted down in interest, except for a few who kept on chatting. "What do you mean?" Germany asked.
"Well, every single one of the others have very..distinct personalities from us but for everyone of us, there is another one of them who look like slightly like us that act like the exact opposite of us. Except for a few like the ancients...they are strangely still here.." England murmured, "But getting back to the topic, they are our opposites; I'm certain of it." Now the entire room was silent. They were all pondering the possibility of it. Before a certain American broke it...with his obviously well thought out comment.
"Heyy! That can't be happening! No one can be as awesome as the HERO!"
"WHY YOU BLOODY GIT!" England then proceeded to throttle America. Pandemonium then started..again. And Germany once again, had to 'calm them down'.
"But yeah," America said after England finally got off him, but more like England was pulled off," this Allen guy is kinda like the opposite of me, the villain! He's so mean and angry all the time, it's like he's out to get me!"
England snorted,"You finally used your brain..." He was still ticked off at America's blatant ignorance from his last comment.
"At least my food is edible!"
And there they went again. The other countries sighed. It seemed like both of them, more than likely England had a shorter fuse than usual. It was getting more boring. Their little arguments were getting old. Meanwhile, Germany was carefully thinking about England's theory. If every single country had their own opposite, then why exactly was Gilbert's opposite, Gilen, so..so upbeat and.. just like Gilbert? Was this all a dream? But it seemed so real..it can't be true that Gilbert would be so sad and..unawesome. Germany sighed. He would never be able to figure out his brother. But fear not; he did not have to because he was suddenly distracted by very loud screaming and felt a sudden peace fall upon him that lulled him to close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
Germany awoke to find that he, along with all the other countries were in their meeting room again. In their own world. Hopefully. As the other countries woke up as well, he remembered something. It was there, but very fuzzy. What was he thinking about again? "Nevermind..I'll zhink about it later." He muttered to himself.
"Ve~ Germany, what are you-a talking about?" Italy asked, sleepy from the ordeal.
"Nozhing Italy, go back to sleep."
"Ve~ Alright!" Italy immediately conked out on Ludwig who was conveniently there.
"Vhat was I zhinking again?" Germany wondered out loud. Then again, it probably wasn't important as nothing escapes the German's mind. Unless it was really that unimportant. 'I can zhink about this tomorrow..what really needs to be figured out is how vee got zhere..' Was the last thought that he had before he decided to give in to the growing want of sleep. Whatever needed to be dealt with could be dealt with tomorrow..Hopefully it wouldn't be as disastrous as the previous one..