Bright light entered the tunnel, and it took a moment for their eyes to adjust. Before the British and Prussian men was a white room that seemed endless from their position. England and Prussia stared into it, mesmerized, before noticing there was something else in the room.

A young girl with unruly hair was sitting in one corner, grabbing herself as she cried. Thick tears fell from her eyes, dripping down her face, and her cheeks were flushed. As they realized a few moments later, this girl was the source of the cries they had both heard. In the other corner, however, was a sight that surprised the two men. In that corner was a doll-house exact replica of the house that the countries were confined in. It was open, so all the rooms were visible.

England immediately went to check on the girl, while Prussia, more interested in the doll house, went there. England softly approached the girl as Prussia kneeled in front of the doll house, taking in its detail. Prussia could see that it showed in a detailed manner every room, hallway, basement, and crook and canny the countries had discovered so far. As weird as it was, it wasn't what disturbed Prussia at all. What disturbed him the most was right in the room before they reached the countries' base. In that room were dolls, each representing a country.

England knelt down next to girl, not sure what to say. The girl didn't respond to him, as if not noticing they were there. England sighed inwardly. He didn't know what to say to comfort her, or just to get her to tell him her name. After a moment, he hesitantly lifted his hand and put it on her shoulder. She flinched, but didn't stop crying. "There, there. It's all right…" England lulled, making his voice soft and soothing. Maybe the first thing he should worry about is to make her stop crying. He didn't like hearing her painful cries.

In the doll-house, Prussia could see dolls that resembled Germany, Italy, Russia, China, America… He went through the dolls; gently putting each back in its place. He quickly noticed that in the second floor there was an empty space. In that space was where the dolls that represented England and Prussia were. He gently picked up his own doll with a feeling of fluttering butterflies in his stomach. He scoffed once he saw its face. "My nose is not that big…" He muttered to himself, putting it back, before reaching to pick up the one that looked like England. He held the doll between his fingers for a moment, before shrugging and throwing it over his shoulder, not bothering to see where it landed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" England suddenly yelled out. Prussia quickly looked up, hand at his sword's hilt, thinking maybe the girl had hurt him, but what he saw made his red eyes go wide. In what seemed to be in slow-motion, he saw England being thrown back by an invisible force, before hitting the opposite wall hard. England fell to the ground with a thump. "England!" Prussia cried, about to run to his aide, but then he noticed something. He looked down to his feet, staring at the England doll, and noticed that it had landed face first on the ground. He looked back to the real England, who had landed in the same position and was now yelling obscenities while being red in the face with anger. It couldn't be… Prussia thought, chuckling nervously to himself. No, he was going to prove it to himself, he thought while trying to be rational. Of course it wasn't in anyway related…

Prussia quickly lifted the England doll. "AAAAH!" England screamed, lifted into the air. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?" He yelled, flailing his arms and legs, trying to grasp something stable. Prussia stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded, before grinning evilly. "THAT IS SO COOL!" Prussia yelled, and moved the hand that held the England doll to the left. 'WOAH!" England cried, suddenly moved with the movement. "KESESESESESE!" Prussia cried with joy, moving England with the doll all over the room, occasionally making him hit the wall.

After time, England somehow put two and two together. "PRUSSIA, I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU ARE DOING IT, BUT STOP!" England yelled, feeling sick from all the movement. "Never!" Prussia proclaimed, moving England even faster. "Please, I feel sick…" England said softly, his face green, as he held his stomach. Prussia didn't like the possibility of England puking on him, so he set the doll gently back in its place in the house.

England floated to the ground, and he couldn't be gladder. Once his feet touched the stable ground, he quickly ran to a corner and emptied the contents of his stomach. Prussia, with a look of disgust, looked away from England hacking up his stomach. His eyes drifted over to the girl, and he turned so he would be facing her. As Prussia had noticed, she had stopped crying a moment ago, but was still in the same position. Prussia raised a questioning eye brow. Who was she?

England finally straightened himself, wiping his mouth from the bile. "You better not tell anyone about this…" England angrily muttered to Prussia as he came up to him, before noticing the girl.

The girl was now staring at the two men, her eyes wide with fear. "No, this shouldn't have happened…" She whimpered as she looked at them. "This can't…" England stepped forward, still feeling dizzy. "Are you okay?" He asked her gently, while Prussia asked, "What are you talking about?" The girl shook her head softly, before responding.

"You shouldn't be here."