Japan's POV

"America, you never came back when you went searching for the ball!" Japan heard some quiet voice say. "I thought you promised you'd never forget about me again?"

"Sorry, bro." Came America's response. "My friend Japan passed out I didn't want to leave him like that. You know me, always have to be the hero."

"You could have told me." Who was that?

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you." America said. "He's waking up."

"What happened to him?"

"I don't know, man." America said. Japan opened his eyes and was face-to-face with two Americas. He shot up and moved away from them quickly, reaching around for a weapon. He grabbed a lamp and ripped right out of the wall and held it out in front of him.

"I'm not losing this game so easily." He hissed.

"Uh, what?" America and this unknown person looked at each other with confusion.

"America, stay away from him! That's the fake America." Japan warned.

"What? No, this is Matthew. Canada. My twin brother people forget about all the time. For some reason." America put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." Japan put the lamp down gently and bowed, face burning red with shame.

"It's okay." Canada sighed. It didn't sound like it was actually okay at all.

"So, dude, moving on..." America cautiously approached him. "What happened to you?"

"The other America. He's after me." Japan explained, sitting down.

"Well, you can stay here for safety. Me and Canada can help protect you."

"I can fight my own battles." Japan replied quickly. "You just caught me at a moment's weakness. And I thank you for helping me during it." He looked at his bandaged wrists.

"What does he want with you?" Canada asked.

"I'm not even sure myself." Japan replied. He stood up. "I'm going home, now."

"Are you fine enough to travel?" America asked.

"Yes. Again, thank you." Japan bowed again before beginning to leave.

"I mean, with that bad guy out there, is it really safe enough to travel?" America stopped him.

"I said I'll be..." Japan trailed off when he realized that this was actually perfect. He wouldn't be confused about which American was real if he stayed with the real one at all times. "Actually, I think I'll stay here after all. But only for a week."

"Alright." America shrugged. "You can sleep on the couch."

Luciano's POV

"There's no way out of here." Luciano muttered angrily to himself when they returned to the area they came from and found nothing.

"Maybe there is but it just changes its location with every use?" Kuro suggested. Lutz grunted to show he agreed.

"I hope you're wrong." Luciano said. "What the hell are we supposed to do for a week?" He groaned.

"ITALIA!" He suddenly heard someone yell angrily. "SLOW DOWN!" He looked to the source and saw his counterpart running away from Germany's counterpart at speeds unimaginable.

"That bastard can sure run, huh?" Luciano whistled to himself. "The boys back at home would love to see their counterparts, don't you two agree?"

Kuro and Lutz nodded.

"I hope Oliver's stupid enough to follow us." Luciano said before slowly going toward the direction Italy ran.

"Is it wise to approach them?" Kuro asked.

"Come on, what's the worse they'll do? Hit us?" Luciano fake pouted and lightly punched his shoulder. "If anything, the possibilities should excite you."

Lutz walked ahead of them and Luciano smiled wide at Kuro. "See? The big guy gets it." He laughed.

Oliver and the other 2P!s POV

"Fraaaancccooooois!" Oliver sang the name, coming into the world meeting room. "Have the others come back, yet?"

"No." Francois spat. "Good riddance."

"Oh no!" Oliver gasped. "That's no fair! Who will try my cupcakes, now?"

"Poor saps like they're supposed to be for." Francois took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Where do you think they went? Should we go after them?"

"What would be the point?" Viktor said. "They're probably all dead."

"There is no way our wonderful little Luciano is dead, just like that." Oliver pouted.

"They aren't." Wang Zao entered the room.

"Woah, how mysterious!"

"I watched them. There's some mysterious force in this alleyway that sucks them in." Wang Zao explained, ignoring Oliver.

"Sucks them in where?" Viktor asked.

"Hell, hopefully." Francois laughed at his own joke.

"I don't know. But I want to find out." Wang Zao.

"Why don't you?" Oliver asked.

"It's not like I didn't want to go alone or anything, I just thought you guys would have liked to know first." Wang Zao crossed his arms and looked away.

"Looks like we're going adventuring, boys." Oliver said.

"You are. Count me the fuck out." Francois snorted, taking another drag on his cigar.

"If you come with us, I'll suck your dick." Oliver blew a kiss. Francois put his cigarette out on the table and stood up.

"Let's get this shit show on the road." He looked to Wang Zao. "Lead the way."

"Well I'd rather not be left alone here with tongueless mcgee over there," Viktor gestured to a quiet Flavio in the corner of the room. He looked up and smiled, waving. They all turned away from him. "So I'm in."

They went to the alley and observed the glowing part of the wall, a few of them skeptical about going in.

"Wait for me!" They suddenly heard someone yell at the end of the alley. "How dare you go somewhere without telling me? My dear baby brother is in there and no one cared to at least give me a heads up?" It was Klaus, Lutz's older brother.

"Fuck this guy! I'm getting out of here before he gets too close." Francois said urgently before literally throwing himself through the portal.

"Francois, my dear, are you dead?" Oliver yelled to the portal. A hand reached out and grabbed him by the face, dragging him inside.

"Where did they go?" Klaus asked.

"Away from you." Viktor pat his shoulder before going inside the portal. Wang Zao followed.

"Screw you guys!" Klaus yelled before going in after them.

"Where are we?" Klaus asked.

"Fuck if I know." Francois pulled out a cigarette and shakily lit it. "Where's my blowjob?"

"You silly wanker, that's the Eiffel Tower in the distance. You don't recognize your own country?" Oliver jokingly scolded him.

"Welcome!" Some guy clad in bright blue and red pants to 'match' greeted them. "You must be new, no?" He pulled a rose from nowhere and handed it to Oliver. "For you, mon chéri. You remind me of a certain someone I know. Different hair color, though."

"Who the fuck are you?" Francois shoved Oliver aside.

"I'm the embodiment of France itself, mon ami." The man winked.

"Who'd have known my counterpart would have such an atrocious taste in fashion."

France gasped. "I just remembered, I have a meeting somewhere else. I will see you guys later." He said this nervously and then left quickly.

"Where's Diktor and Wank?" Francois suddenly asked.

"Maybe they didn't end up in the same location?" Klaus shrugged.

"But you did?"

"Come on, let us see what France is like here. It seems so much more lively and pretty." Oliver swooned.

China's POV

"Ayyaaa!" China groaned loudly.

"What is the matter?" Russia asked him.

"Why must our bosses make us 'bond' all the time? I was planning on working on my recipes today, not babysit!" China stomped his foot.

"Oh, our bosses did not do that. I just wanted to hang out with you. You are my friend." Russia smiled.

"What about your baltics or your sisters? Go pester them."

"My sisters are not talking to me right now and the baltics were granted a day off, I do not want to ruin it for them."

"This is complete and utter-"

"What do you think about England and his meaningless ramble during the meeting the other day?" Russia interrupted him.

"I think it's ridiculous as always. Other versions of us? No way." China laughed to stress his point.

"I wouldn't laugh if I were you." China heard some unfamiliar voice say. He turned and saw another version of himself along with another version of Russia standing right next to him. This version of himself, however, had a large dragon tattoo on his left arm. China screamed in shock.

"Do not worry my friend, I will protect you." Russia grabbed him and dragged him behind himself. "They will not survive my pipe." He pulled out a large faucet pipe.

"We're not enemies." The other China said. "We're just curious as to how things work in this world. We were conveniently teleported right outside this house. And our... 'friends' are nowhere to be seen." He explained.

"Okay but if you make any odd moves or try to hurt my friend then you will get a pipe to the face." Russia warned them.

"Same here." The other Russia said, pulling out his own pipe.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Both Chinas at the exact same time jumped in front of their Russias, trying to calm them down. They both paused and looked at each other in shock for a few seconds.

"How cute is it that the other me did that at the same time as me?!" Other China fangirled and squealed, hugging China close.

"First time he's ever called anything cute." Other Russia said, putting his pipe away. "You guys are good."

"Ah ha..." China pulled away from the tight hug. "Let's just begin the tour."

Japan's POV

"You're stupid." Kumajirou said to Canada.

"I know." Canada sighed.

"Why is he so mean?" Japan asked. They were sitting on the couch, getting ready to watch a movie to pass the time.

"It's past his bedtime." Canada sat up, picking Kumajirou up.

"Who are you?" It asked.

"I'll be heading home." He said.

"Please be careful." America told him. "What if one of those weirdos decides to come after you, too?"

"Even if they do, they won't get far. Kumajirou is not a force to be a reckoned with." Canada laughed to reassure him.

"Alright. Remember, I said I'd make this up to you." America hugged him before waving bye. He then joined Japan on the couch.

"What are we watching?" Japan asked.

"A new horror movie." America replied excitedly. Japan felt worried, not because of the movie but because he knew America would end up clinging to him. "And don't worry, I'm a hero so when you get scared don't be embarrassed to cling onto me or anything. I already saved you once, another time won't hurt." He laughed, fear in his eyes. Japan sighed.

Just one week.