AN:

I just suddenly realized a mistake.

Remember that Spain, Romano, Canada, and Prussia are with them?

Well when I was working on the previous chapter, I completely forgot about them.

I know, I know you guys want to punch me in the face right now,

Because I also want to punch myself in the face.

And I'm sorry.

It's just that that one mistake is going to have major editing just for me to fix it.

But those three still made it into the girls' world, okay?

They were not lost in limbo at all.

Your tomatoes and yellow birdies and maples are awesomely safe.

They'll have an appearance on occasional chapters since they are related to the mains, (Prussia Germany; Romano Veneciano;

Spain Prussia France; Canada America)

Again, I am so sorry.

I promise to edit it, but in the meantime, pretend I never committed the mistake.

Thanks.

Author's pre-note: out.


Nostalgia.

That was the first thing the male countries felt the moment they stepped into the room: nostalgia.

The conference hall of the countries in this world looked exactly like the one back in their dimension—or at least how it used to look like: light gold walls paneled at the bottom with oak, decorated with gold framed paintings. The grand hue was complimented by green satin curtains for the huge floor–to–ceiling windows, three each in one wall parallel. The floor was a brown, orange, and yellow patterned linoleum, but this was only visible at the corners of the room, since the center is covered by a royal red carpet, bordered with black and gold. And at the very center of that room was the wooden oval conference table, where its center was filled with vividly colored flowers. It faced the massive screen mounted at the very front wall, where visual presentations were shown.

It really brought back memories to them.

The nine chairs surrounding the table were doubled for the boys.

"Alright!" The American male shouted as they entered through the double doors, his voice resounding throughout the huge room. "Man, it's soooooo good to be in this meeting hall again!" He looked around with the widest grin on his face. "It's been forever!"

"Actually," the male English country started, "The last time we were in a meeting hall was back in our world—" he stopped abruptly, facing the girl who was beside him. It was the girl with long blonde twintails and a red pair of spectacles—the female version of himself.

"Excuse me, love."

She turned to him and responded, "Yes?"

"If I may ask. How exactly long were we out cold?"

"Oh, forgive us, sir." She shook her head, "I do not know exactly, for we have only found all of you passed out this morning."

"How about..." He thought, then asked again, "what day is it today?"

"Wednesday."

"What?" The male America went over to the two, "but when we were back in our world, it was a Friday."

"You were passed out for that long?" The female American chimed in, "what happened to you guys?!"

"But what date is it today?" The male England asked.

The female America answered, "April twenty-four, twenty-nine–ninety-seven."

All the boys stopped and stared at her in shock.

"What?" She cocked her head, confused.

"But we left our world in year three-thousand-and-two." The male France stated, glancing over to his ally, "Angleterre, what is this?"

"Did we somehow travel back in time too, aru?" The male China asked with a raised brow.

"Everyone."

They all turned towards the female Germany, who stood in front of the conference table, while the females ones of Italy, Japan, France, Russia, and China were already seated.

And also the female Canada, who one one even notices.

"The meeting won't be starting officially, unless all of us are seated." She said.

The boys nodded, then proceeded to all sit on the left side of the table, on the vacant seats parallel to the girls.

"So!" The American girl started, "now that we're here, let's continue what we've already started!"

"Yes." The British one nodded, adjusting her red-rimmed glasses, "so, you gentlemen have already proven your identity as..." She looked over to her fellow female countries, "...us. So we now move on to the question: why—"

"Why are you guys here?!" The American girl stood up and propped her hands on the table, "What happened in your world that made you come here? Alien abduction worse than those faceless weirdos? Or maybe, you guys got sucked in a black hole and ended up in our dimension?" She rambled, her marine blue eyes sparkling with profound interest. "Are there more guy countries out there too?"

"Woah, slow down, dudette." America chuckled, amused by the girl's enthusiasm.

"Sit down, America." The female Britain commaned, in which the American followed.

"Okay," England cleared his throat, "to answer the other questions: no. There was no alien invasion nor a black hole. And if there was, then it will be impossible for us to end up here because our complete existence will be gone."

"Oh." The girl mumbled, hinting some disappointment in her tone.

"But there was a plague, da." Russia interjected, "lots of people dying from radiation and infection like that one time back in Angliya's place."

"Radiation?" The female American repeated.

"Infection?" The British girl echoed as well.

"Lots of people dying, da?" The female Russia piped up, her posture from the seat straight with attention.

"It's because of those factories who made the weapons." America explained.

"Weapons?" All of the girls repeated, looking at their male counterparts with wide eyes.

"Let me tell you dudettes the story from the very beginning." America told the girls, "Back where World War Three began..."

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"...And so, the countries who were left in the conference, which were us, activated the portal one by one, and here we are!" America finished.

And then there was silence.

The girls sat idly on their seats, looking at their counterparts with wide eyes and open mouths. After a moment or two, the British one spoke up, "So, to sum it all up: the World War Three had left your world destroyed with almost all forms of life being gone. So you all thought that there's no more hope in your world, so—"

"You left your world so you can survive." The German woman concluded, looking at them hotly.

"Demo," the Japanese followed, "that was your home."

"That was the place where you were born." The Italian one followed, looking at all of the boys.

"The place where you first fell in love." The French connected.

"The place where you all made history." Then the American said.

England sighed, "We know, and please believe us that it we had to make a decision that's beyond difficult."

"By the way." America interjected, "What meeting are you girls planning to talk about, anyway?"

"Oh, we wanted to talk about the growing conflicts regarding foreign affairs." His counterpart answered, "A lot of drama's going on in the UN and we wanted to narrow down the serious problems before we officially talk about it in the World Conference."

France's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously, "Mademoiselle, I highly suggest you all cancel that meeting."

America looked at his former ally and cocked his head to the side, "Why'd you suddenly tell them that—oh." He cut himself off, his eyes wide.

"What? Why?" The female America asked, confused. "What's wrong?"

"April twenty-four, twenty-nine–ninety-seven." England recalled the present date, "that was when we planned to try fixing the growing problems in the UN."

"Where we ended up in a huge debate during the World conference." America continued, "and that's when everyone got to declare..."

"World War Three." Germany finished, his expression stony and serious.

The girls stared at them again, this time, with horrified expressions.

"Holy shit." America's counterpart whispered.

"That was a perfect coincidence." The English lady muttered under her breath, astonished, then she looked back at the boys. "But if you gentlemen never arrived—"

"Then we are probably making way for the war now." The French one finished, "Sacre Bleu."

"Well," France said, "at least you girls got saved by the bell, no?"

"And by bell you mean a bunch of dudes who are actually you." America followed up.

"So now we know why you boys are here," the English woman began again. "But..." She turned to look at the girls, then back to the boys, "in behalf of all of us girls present, I say that we disapprove of your decision."

"Totally." The American beside her nodded. "It was so uncool, dudes."

"What?" America furrowed his brows at his counterpart, "But—"

"You left your homes, ve." The Italian female said, shaking her head, "what about your memories? Your friends?"

"Everything you all did to make history," the American followed, "you're jut going to leave that just so you won't die?"

The boys all looked down silently, not wanting to face their counterparts.

"Also," the French spoke up "when you all decided to come to another world, have you also planned where you will be staying?"

Another silence. But this time it was not because of guilt.

It was because they were only starting to realize how stupid they actually were, thinking about making a fresh start in another world without a shelter to begin with.

"Yeaaaaah," America nervously chuckled. "That one crossed our minds completely."

"By God, we are idiots." England muttered under his breath.

"Well..." The American girl tapped her chin for a second, then looking up with her mouth wide open a finger up, "The heroine has an idea!"

All the girls looked at her.

"They can stay with us!" She exclaimed, grinning.

A high-pitched chorus of what's sounded across the room.

"Shénme?"

"Chto?"

"Quelle?"

"What?"

"Nani?"

"Was?"

"Che cosa?"

"Yeah!" The American nodded cheerfully, "I mean, it's okay, since they're us, so they can be trusted. Plus, it was pretty uncool that they chose to leave, but they're here now and the least we can do is welcome them." She smiled, "plus, they can help us in our jobs since they're countries too!"

The girls looked at the American thoughtfully. The English girl looked over to the boys, and sighed, "Well, America, for the first time in a while, you've had a good idea."

"I agree, da." Russia's counterpart nodded, "it would be nice to have an acquaintance in your house especially when you live alone."

"So you both approve?" She asked the British and the Russian.

"Yes."

"Da."

"Cool!" She beamed, "How about you, France?"

The French woman smiled, "I do not think it would hurt to have company in my house."

"China?"

"Well," she shrugged, "I do have a pretty big house, aru. So shi." She nodded.

"Japan?"

"Eh?" She blushed, "etto... I've never had a man stay in my house aside from Taiwan when he often visits. But I'll try my best, desu." She meekly smiled.

"Awesome," the American grinned. "How about you, Italy—"

"Si!" The Italian girl answered enthusiastically.

"Great!" She smiled, then finally, she looked over to the female German nation. "Germany?"

Germany's counterpart glanced over to the girls, her own allies, then to the boys, lastly to her other self. She then closed her eyes and sighed, "Alright."

The American girl stood up and pumped her fist in the air, "Yes—"

"In one condition."

The American dropped her fist down to her side and looked at the German again, "what?"

"These gentlemen can stay with the same countries as they are, but they will be going back to their world as soon as possible."

"But—"

"They must go back, America." She said, looking at the American with a piercing gaze.

She shivered, then nodded, "O-okay."

"So," America cleared his throat, "after all of his, I just can't help the fact that it's going to be really confusing when we are gonna be called with our names. Like, two Americas and you only needed one hero to call?" He smiled.

"You're right." His female equivalent told him, "so what are we supposed to do?"

"I have an idea." England suggested. "We are called by our country names, but we are baptised with human names too, right?"

"You're right, sir!" His counterpart responded, smiling, "and I agree that it is about time we use it."

So she held up her hand and said, "My name is Rose, Alice Rose Kirkland."

England smiled and shook her hand, "Your name suits you, love. I'm Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."

"So, dudette," America smiled, extending a gloved hand towards the girl of the same nationality, "I'm Alfred, the Hero of the United States."

She giggled and replied, "Nice to meet you hero! I'm Amelia, the Heroine of the US. But you can call me Ally."

France took the hand of his equivalent, "Francis Bonnefoy, mademoiselle." He purred, "and you are?"

"Marianne." She answered, "Pleasure, monsieur."

"Zdravstvuyte!" Russia smiled warmly, "I am Ivan, da! Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too, da!" The ashen-haired girl smiled back, "And I'm Anya!"

China approached his female self and smiled brightly before bowing, "Ni hao! My name is Yao, aru!"

"Ni hao!" She smiled back and bowed as well, "my name is Chun-Yan, aru!"

The Japanese girl approached her male self and bowed, "Sakura, desu. Hajimemashite."

Japan bowed back, "Kuku, desu. Yoroshiko onegaishimasu."

"Ciao!" Italy greeted his counterpart, "my name is Feliciano!"

"Ciao~" she shook hands, "I'm Alice, ve!"

The two Germans lastly stood face-to-face. Germany was the one to extend a hand, "Ludwig."

His equivalent took his hand without breaking eye contact, "Monika."

"Okay!" The female America, who is Amelia, exclaimed. "Since pretty much everything is taken care of, I say this meeting is dismissed." She announced, "Boys,"

All of the male countries looked at the female American.

"As the heroine protagonist of this place, I'd like to say to you dudes..." She grinned widely and spread her arms out, "Welcome to our world!"

A/N:

Yaaaaay chapter 3 done!

Finally, it's been like two or more months since my last update.

Sorry.

But at least you guys can tell where this story is going now.

Are you guys disappointed that Doiko wanted the boys back as soon as possible?

Don't worry. It will take a while.

As the writer, it's so nice to see my fanfic slowly getting noticed and having such nice reviews. It helps me keep up a Prussialike awesome work!

Thank you.

So please don't forget to click that orange star, and tell me what you think!

Again, thank you.

Till the Update~

—K8