3rd Person P.O.V.
Despite the bizarreness that the whole situation had caused, it was safe to say that the parallel nations managed to fit into the room rather well. The two groups of people remained in a face-off on opposite sides of the room, eyeing one another off while the stranger known as 'Luciano' watched from the middle in amusement.
"Allow me to explain again now that everyone is present," the violet eyed man announced, something rather strange striking the original Italy as he watched his mirror image move. "It would seem we have entered a paradox- a copy of our own world in which… this worlds' duplicates are far more demented than we ourselves are."
A quiet, humming laugh spread out over the parallel nations, sending an intense shudder down the spines of most of the gather nations.
"Now…" Luciano continued, his eyes, for the briefest of moments, training on Feliciano before quickly moving back to his own people. "I think it would be in everyone's best interest if you all go and find your parallel selves. Immediately."
No-one moved for a long stretch of time, the world seeming to hold its breath as it waited for something to happen. But, after an incredibly long time of waiting, a tall blond stepped forward, his uncanny resemblance to this world's Germany stealing away the breath of many.
And just like that, our two worlds became mixed.
When Britain first figured out what was going on, he most certainly didn't like it.
He absolutely detested the idea of someone with his face walking around and impersonating him but he eventually came around to the idea. The prospect of another calm, tea-loving, misunderstood individual was all of the encouragement he needed to begin sifting through the crowd of gathered nations to look for his duplicate.
However…
"Cupcake!"
Britain suddenly had to backpedal to avoid bumping straight into a man that had only microseconds before leapt in front of him. A brightly coloured cupcake rested in the unknown man's hands, the delicacy held up so high that it completely obscured the man's face except for a few strands of fairy-floss coloured hair.
"Uh… no thank you…" Britain murmured, a little perplexed by the man odd behaviour.
"But cupcakes are yummy!"
Within seconds, Britain felt the cupcake slam straight into his face followed by a none-too-gentle shove that had him losing his balance and falling hard onto the floor. A weight suddenly pressed into his chest and he choked on his next lungful of air, staring straight up at the slim figure that had taken a liking to sitting on him.
"'Ello there, poppet," the man giggled, leaning in way too close. "I found ya~"
It took Britain a moment to figure out just what it was that was being said. With a tiny groan he realised that the pink-haired, blue-eyed freak currently cutting off his lungs was every bit the mirror image to him that Luciano was to Feliciano.
"I-Indeed…" Britain stuttered, still unable to remove his eyes from the freakishly large grin on the other man's face. "A-and your name?"
"Who me? Jolly, asking my name already!" the man giggled girlishly, fanning his pale, freckled face as if he were staving off a blush. "I am Oliver Kirkland. Oh, what a pleasure it is to meet you!"
"Ah… s-same…" the blond stuttered once more, reaching upwards to wipe some of the frosting from his cheeks. "I'm… Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."
"Ooh! You remind me of my little boys! All bashful like that…" Oliver giggled, gently pinching one of Arthur's cheeks before a loud crash had his head snapping up. "Allen! Matt! Stop fighting over there! Francois, go and do something about them!"
"Allen…? Matt…? Francois…?" Britain asked dumbly, staring up at the weirdly animated man whose face was so similar to his own.
"America, Canada and France," Oliver giggled, pinching his cheeks before getting up. He grabbed his collar none-too-gently and yanked him back onto his feet, dragging him along with him. "Let's go meet them! I wanna meet your little boys too!"
With little choice in the matter, Britain was forced forward by the oddly erratic Oliver and dragged into a whole new form of chaos. Three people, each tall and very distinctive, stood in a small space devoid of anyone else. Two of them, a lad with brown hair and red eyes and another with blonde hair and violet eyes, were facing off against each other under the disinterested scowl of the third.
"Allen! Matt! Lookie who I found~" Oliver giggled, abruptly releasing Britain and rushing forward to leap onto the third immobile member of the group. The guy had long, unkempt hair gather low into a ponytail while he had a fair amount of stubble hanging around his mouth. A cigarette dangles uselessly from his lips and his violet eyes were ringed with layers of dark smudges.
"Get off, Oliver," the guy grumbled, shrugging his shoulders and trying to dislodge the giggling pinkette who was trying to get the guy to give him a piggy back. "Too tired for this shit."
"But, Francois!" Oliver whined, rubbing and nuzzling his face against the man's stubbled cheek. "I love you all so, so much and if I don't show you my love, you might leave me!" Despite what he had just said, he abruptly released the man called 'Francois' and skipped over to the two boys facing off against one another.
"Uh… Oliver…?" Britain asked nervously, watching as neither so much as glanced away from the other. The brunette, clad in a daggy and ripped pilot jacket much resembling America's more pristine one, was holding a wooden baseball bat with splodges of red and nails appearing all over it. The blonde, who was wearing a spotless, blood red Canadian ranger jacket and black slacks, held a hockey stick, the bottom reinforced with heavily dented and bloodstained iron.
And they looked like they were about to use them.
"Oliver-" Britain began to call as he came to close to the obviously quarrelling individuals. However, just as the words had left his throat, two pairs of hands grabbed him and yanked him back. Dazed and confused at the sudden movement, he glanced up and saw to his relief that it was just America and France.
"Oi, what do you think you're doing, dudes?" America called, his body tense but his face deceitfully pleasant. "This is a peace meeting. You don't particularly look very peaceful holding those nasty little weapons."
Almost instantly, the heads of the four intruders swung around to face their little group. Much to Britain's discomfort, the brunette kept his eyes trained on America for a very long time before finally glancing over himself and France.
And then he cracked up laughing.
"Fucking hell!" the brunette laughed, allowing his batting arm to drop back to his side. "Look at ya! You look like a little pork chop!"
France involuntarily snorted before covering it up quickly, avoiding the embarrassed and enraged eye of the American. "Who are you?" he asked, just the slightest snap in his voice as he addressed the brunette. "I take it you're America too?"
"Allen Fucking Jones," he answered, grinning from ear to ear as his red eyes twinkled maliciously. With a start, America quickly came to realise that his counterpart was missing one of his front teeth and had a shade or two darker skin. "You?"
"Alfred F. Jones," he answered warily, never once taking his eyes off of his counterpart.
"I like 'Pork Chop' better."
"Don't call me that!"
"Before this escalates into a fight," France intervened, smiling charmingly at the very silent man standing towards the back. "I am France but I am often referred to as 'Francis Bonnefoy'. Might I enquire as to your name?"
"…Francois Bonnefoy…" the parallel France replied, lazily dropping a little pile of ash onto the floor without a backwards glance.
"Oi," the man in red suddenly piped up, a rough grind to his voice as he turned his eyes onto the people opposite him. His sunglasses, which were as black as humanly possible, hid what Britain knew was a glare. "Where's your Canada? I wanna meet the fucker. I'm the only Canada!"
"Uh… um…"
Britain started in surprise, turning his head to see Canada huddled behind him. He blinked and quickly stepped out of the way, automatic guilt at not realising he was there clouding his judgement about what he had just done.
"You!" the parallel Canada yelled, his jaw locking as he marched forward and shoved past the other countries. He gripped the front of the shaking country's shirt and hefted him off of his feet, slamming him straight into a wall. "I'm gonna fucking kill you now, aye? I'm the only Canada around here!"
"M-Maple!" Canada squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut as he all but curled in on himself in the man's hold. You could tell that he couldn't breathe from the way that he was being held but he didn't do anything to defend himself.
"Wait…" the other Canada said, a deep frown scrunching up his brow as he leaned in closer to inspect the other's face. With a growl, he discarded his sunglasses and looked once more, his indigo eyes remaining hard for a long time.
And then he dropped the smaller man.
"W-What…?" he whispered in shock, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as he stared at the man still towering over him.
"…Matt Williams…" the guy, Matt said, replacing his sunglasses as quickly as he could to hide his eyes.
"Oh… M-Matthew Williams!" Canada stuttered, forcing a shaky smile to his face as he massaged his throat. "Nice to meet you!"
"N-Nice to meet you too…" the other Canada murmured, turning away quickly. By the way his ears went red, the parallel nations automatically knew he was blushing.
"Well… now that intros are done…" Britain interrupted, clearing his throat to regain attention. "I suggest we try to figure out what is going."
"Ah, at least this Britain's sanity is intact."
At the cool voice, the group of nations quickly turned to see Luciano striding up towards them. Matt and Allen automatically tightened their grips on their weapons but the smaller country paid them no mind, simply continuing to approach Arthur.
"Indeed, we have a bit of a problem here… I think there is only one solution in order," he stated, a slow smirk spreading over his face as he came to a standstill. "We would request that… you take us all in until a solution can be found to our predicament."
"…Huh?"
Daybreak: Hey all! I hope you liked this chapter I tried to write a chapter that kinda starts introducing characters in a funny way (never wrote 2p before). And I figured this would be the best way to explain how they all begin living together.
I really like the 2p FACE family and I have always wanted to write them meeting the 1p FACE family. Also a warning: I am a heavy Red Velvet Pancake shipper so… yeah Matt is so cute when he blushes.
WARNING: Gonna put this in now before I get complaints, this story is probably going to be bloody and filled with different parts of insanity and possible selfcest in the way of 1p x 2p. Don't complain cause I have warned you. Oh and I am gonna start referring to characters by their human names cause it's easier for everyone. See end of each chapter for i.d. of characters when they are first introduced.
