Hello Again

I've been thinking about where I want this story to go, and it may go a way people will either really love, or really hate by the end of this chapter. I know there are a lot of interpretations of the 2p characters, so I figured I could alter some of the personalities of a couple of them. Not all of them, but I'm really gonna adjust the one that you will meet by the end of this chapter. Or maybe this is the way the person acts, I don't know. Keep an open mind, it may actually work. Or it could be a huge crash and burn. Either way, it's gonna be one helluva ride.

P.S. I used the wiki for some of the 2ps in this. Not surprising.


America's POV

America was one of the last nations to arrive at the conference, but in his own defense, he was held back by his "Friend", who was complaining the entire way.

American had woken up that day with some one swearing in his living room. When he went down to investigate, some guy with his jacket, a bat with nails driven into it and a New Yorker accent tried to bash his brains out. Fortunately, America avoided it and smashed a coke can on his head. He likes to think the can did all of the damage, but he hit his head on the wall, so that was probably what did the job. Soon after, Germany called America and reported a similar difficulty. They called off the original topic of the Conference they had that day ( :( ) and instead decided to discuss what they were to do with these invaders. He called everyone that was going to be at the meeting, learning that almost everyone had the same issue. China was already on the way with his counterpart and Japan, France, and England were still at their place. Japan said he may be late, though he didn't say why.

Canada and Russia became the outliers of this situation. They hadn't found any doppelgangers at their place, which was weird, but America chose to take that as a good sign.

By the time America and his friend had gotten off the plane in Germany, he had already grown used to the name "Pork Chop". He had refrained from speaking most of the flight, but as land came in sight, he began doing a little bit of explaining. It didn't total up to very much, as he had had no idea why he was there either. He talked as if he wasn't from this world, which was probably true. That was it. He wouldn't spill anything else.

During the course of the flight, America got attacked by his counterpart a total of 27 times, and that wasn't including spits and rude gestures. On multiple occasions, he tried to hit America in the face, neck, abdomen, and his groin. Other times he attempted to take back his nail covered bat, which America took with him because it looked neat as fuck. He even took out a spare pistol he apparently had hidden in his jacket. Fortunately, asides from a cracked pair of glasses, he wasn't affected by the assaults.

The only other thing America learned was his counterpart's human name, Allen. He didn't like how it was similar to his own, Alfred, but there was nothing he could do about it. At least he could use something other than "Pal" or "Bud".

When they landed, Allen immediately took off to the wooded area that surrounded the airport. Turns out, Allen was actually really fast. Unlucky for him, Allen didn't know this place, and that proved to be the advantage for America. He managed to cut him off by taking a shorter route than on the path Allen was on. He caught Allen with a tackle that sent them both flying. America pinned Allen's hands behind his back, and Allen didn't appear to like it.

"Ah, shit dude! What the fuck!" Allen yelled.

"Hey man, if ya hadn't gone off running, this wouldn't have happened," America said. "You can't get away from me that easily!"

"Uh, America?" Asked a small, almost incomprehensible voice.

America looked up to see his brother, Canada. Wrapped in his arms was his bear, Kuma. Canada was wearing his red hoodie with the maple leaf on it, along with a pair of jeans. His expression was a mix between worry and confusion. He didn't seem to understand what was going on.

"Canada, hey!" America said, getting up on his feet. He brought Allen up with him, making sure his arms were still pinned. "I've told you about this guy. This is Allen. Say hi to Canada, Allen,"

Allen suddenly burst out laughing as if what America had just said was hilarious. Canada jumped back from the sudden sound. America didn't know what this guy thought was funny, but it didn't seem to be good. In contrary to America's laugh, Allen had sort of had one of those "I'm insane" laughs. He was leaning forward, and America had to readjust his position in order to keep him from falling on the ground.

"No, you gotta be kidding," Allen finally said. "There is NO way you're Canada."

Canada's face must've been enough of an answer for Allen because he soon began laughing again. When he regained his control, he simply just grinned creepily at Canada. This made Canada extremely uncomfortable, causing him to avert his gaze to elsewhere. Kuma looked up at his owner, then at Allen. Kuma looked like he understood as much as America did, which was nothing.

"So, Canada," America said to break the silence. "Did you just get here?"

"No, actually, I've been here for a while now," Canada answered. "I've already been inside the meeting room, and it wasn't exactly a peaceful location."

"Dammit, am I the last one?"

"No, Italy hasn't arrived yet."

"Yeah, but he's always late."

"Oh, then you are the last one."

America sighed, but continued. "So, what's it like in there?"

"Uh, it would probably be best if you saw it for yourself," Canada said.

"Alright then," America said gleefully, shoving Allen so he would walk forward. "Better not keep everyone waiting then."

The three began walking towards the Conference location, which wasn't really far from where they were. In fact, he could already see the building, despite being in the forest.

"Oh, America?" Canada asked in his usual quiet tone. America had to lean in close to hear.

"Why did you bring a bat?" Canada asked, motioning his head to the nail covered stick strapped to his back.

"Oh, it's Allen's. He tried to bash me in the head with it," America responded as if he had said. "He gave it to me,"

"Why?" Canada asked

"Cause it looks cool as fuck" America replied.

"Wouldn't that mean he has a chance to take it and use it against you?"

"Nah man. He can't take it from me. I'm way too strong for him,"

As if on cue, Allen kicked America in his shin, causing him to stop and swear a bit, but his grip never faltered.

"Oh, this is gonna be one hell of a day" America sighed.

They got to the building in no time. The structure was a basic meeting building that mainly companies used to do business deals. Germany usually used the room to the right at the end of the hall to host Conferences. Canada leads the way and turned out Germany had used the same room. On the other side of the door, a heated argument was going on, and it didn't seem to be calming down anytime soon. America was about to open the doors when Canada grabbed one of his shoulders.

"It's going to be hectic in there, America."

"It can't be that bad," America gave Canada a thumbs up. "I'm sure it'll be fine"

America opened the wooden doors into the Conference room. The conversation that had been beforehand raging with no authority ceased and everyone looked over to the three nations.

China sat at the end of the table closest to the door, so he had to turn around in order to see America. Next to China was a man who resembled him, thus continuing the look-alike trend. China's counterpart wasn't that much different, asides from the sleeveless outfit and military cap. There was a tattoo of a dragon on his left arm, but China had the same one. It was just weird, seeing as China never wore short sleeve shirts. The expression he wore showed he seemed uninterested in what had previously been going on. His eyes were blood red and looked more like Japan than anything.

To the left of China were four empty seats, presumably for America, Canada, and their counterparts, even though Canada didn't appear to have one. Next to those seats was Russia, the other nation with no doppelganger. Russia seemed to be very cheerful, despite the situation.

Next to Russia was Germany, who had been standing with his hands placed firmly on the table. He was at the other end of the table, as he always was. Sitting next to him was his counterpart. His eyes were a light purple and showed little emotion. He had a brownish yellow jacket hanging from his shoulders, along with a black hat. A very noticeable scar that began under his eye and ended halfway down his face. The same cross that Germany wore was hanging from his neck as well. The side of his face without the scar was forming a purple bruise, roughly the size of Germany's hand. America could only imagine how their meeting went.

Next was Japan, who was the first to sit on the right side of the table. His counterpart barely even looked up, only a quick glance before continuing to look straight ahead. He was wearing a black version of Japans outfit. Red eyes accompanied a seemingly permanent glower. What, are red eyes just a dominant gene where they were from? His hair was a few shades lighter than Japan's and a bit messier, but the fact that Japan had a similar style of hair indicated it was due to a struggle. Maybe that was why Japan said he would be late.

France was beside Japan. France looked almost embarrassed by his counterpart, and for good reason. Unlike France, his counterpart did not care about his appearance whatsoever. His clothes seemed to be chosen randomly, and his hair had no order. His eyes were a deep shade of purple, were staring at America judgementally. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth, not caring about the "No Smoking" policy. Judging by France's hand over his mouth, he didn't seem to enjoy it. The look on his face determined that he was thinking, and it didn't look like anything good. There was something in France's hand, but it was under the table, so he couldn't tell what. Maybe it was his phone? This was going all over Twitter, wasn't it?

Finally, there was England, and he didn't look happy. Infront of him was a plate of delicious looking cinnamon buns. They couldn't have been made by him, so it must've been his counterpart. America found that funny and would have to bring it up in conversation later. His doppelganger looked like he was fresh out of Alice in Wonderland. His pink hair was the first thing you noticed about him. His blue eyes showed a strong look of excitement. He had a dark pink vest with a much lighter shade of pink dress shirt underneath, and a baby blue bow. He seemed to have been urging England to eat the cinnamon buns, though he had obviously declined them. Was he just jealous of his cooking?

"Oh, America, you're finally here," France threw up his hands in a 'Thank God' manner. His counterpart rolled his eyes at the gesture. "May you settle our debate? This Ingrat homme will not accept my generous offer of a new set of attire. Even worse, he believes I am 'To Flashy'. Tell him that I am fabulous."

"France!" Germany intervened "That is the least of your worries. Take a seat, America."

America sat between Allen and Canada in hopes of preventing Allen trying to attack his brother. Allen flipped off France's counterpart for no real reason and took his seat. America gave him a questioning expression but only got a dirty look in response.

"Now then," Germany said, sitting back down. "Japan, could you fill America in on what we have been talking about?"

"Not very far," Japan looked over to Allen, who was playing with his sunglasses. "Until you arrived, It has just been an argument between England, France, and their opposites about multiple topics all at once. However, China's opposite kindly told us about his world, and how there are apparently counterparts for every nation, including the old ones, like the Roman Empire, though he perished. Also, they have no idea how they got here,"

Across the table, England's doppelganger covered his mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. England looked over at him with a disapproving look, as if he was trying to say "What the bloody hell?". He even said it out load, so that must've been what he meant.

"What's so funny?" Russia asked. "Have I missed a good joke?"

"Oh, if only you knew, love." England's counterpart replied. Man, he even sounded like he was from Alice in Wonderland. "Good old Ollie would never break a promise. Especially when it was from my own self, would I?" He turned to England, who looked like he wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face.

"Don't give them your human name!" China's counterpart suddenly shot up out of his seat. "You have no idea what they could do with that information!"

"Oh, were we not suppose to do that?" Allen looked up from his sunglasses, which were now hanging from his right index finger. "Cause I totally gave my name to pork chop over here." He pointed to America without looking at him.

"Idiot!" France's counterpart nearly threw the chair he was sitting on across the table, but England and Japan managed to pull it out of his grip before he could do so. France stood back, possibly not wanting to mess up his hair. An argument began to brew between the trio. France's doppelganger was threatening to attack with his cigar. He pulled it out of his mouth and began thrusting it at them as if it were a dagger. Both backed away in surprise.

"Enough!" Germany shouted. All talking ceased, and everyone turned to Germany. He sighed and put a hand on his forehead.

"This is what you deal with here?" Germany's doppelganger asked. His voice was quieter than Germany's.

"You have no idea," Germany put his hand down and looked over at England. "What is he talking about?"

"Uh, well, you see-" England began.

"I wouldn't blame it all on Arthur here," England's counterpart interrupted. Did he say his name was Ollie? Was that short for Oliver? It sounded like a British name. "After all, I was the one who wanted to have a chat with my friend here. I had no idea it would send us all into this world. Honestly, he just wanted to talk to me as well. That's why he opened up the portal. Why he had to do it in the middle of the ni-"

"This was your fault?!" Germany's stare could've been enough to melt steel. "This is all because of you?"

"Now, now" England put up his hands in an attempt to surrender. "The spell specifically said that I would be able to 'communicate with another universe'. I had no idea this would happen!"

For the first time since America has been here, China spoke. "I nearly got beheaded by a sword by a crazy man just so you can 'communicate'?"

"My clothes nearly got burnt!"

"My copy attempted to run my bath water red with blood."

"Well, he nearly poisoned me with cyanide! Don't you dare think you are the only bloody ones!"

"Guy's check out this awesome bat!"

"Silence!" Once again, the room went quiet. Germany continued.

"Now, while I am sure you would all love to share experiences with your counterparts, we have more urgent matters at hand. Such as the-"

"Ooh! Names" America shot his hand up and began bouncing in his seat. Germany ignored him until he looked over and saw the look in his eye. The very same look is the one he gave Canada when trying to convince him to replace all of England's tea with maple syrup. He had denied it until he gave in 7 hours later.

"Ugh, fine," Germany said with reluctance. "Go ahead, America."

America looked over to Allen, who didn't realize it until he put his sunglasses back on his head. He seemed confused, but he got the message.

"Oh, Right." Allen looked over to China's end of the table and began. "That right there is Xiao, but I like to call him... Xiao, cause that's his name". America looked over to Xiao, who was throwing Allen a highly threatening glare.

"Over there you got Oliver, as you may have already figured out. He prefers Ollie, so call him Oliver."

"Then you got Francois, with a weird ass 'c' in it. I have no idea why it's there, and I don't think anyone ever writes it the way it's supposed to be."

"And that's Kuro. Or Honda. I still don't get Easterns, what the first name is and what the last name is."

''Next is Lutz, which is really German. Like, seriously, I know you represent the country, but that's, like the one name people think of when they hear the word 'Germany', right?"

"And I'm obviously Allen, the most capable person here"

Francois rolled his eyes. "As if. You can barely hit anyone with that bat. It really is just a waste of paper."

"Waste of paper, eh?" Allen began to reach for his bat. America took it and set it between him and Canada, who has turned a bit pale. Following his gaze, he saw Japan's counterpart, Kuro, staring at Canada. His stare seemed to be death itself. America was beginning to get a little creeped out himself

"So," America said. "Any idea why Canada and Russia don't have a counterpart? I mean, you would think they would, right?"

Canada looked over at America. Good, he thought. At least his attention is off of Kuro.

"Let's just be glad they are not here," Germany responded. "What I am concerned about it how we can get them back there. England, I hope that it is possible to do so?"

"Yes, of course," England pulled out a leather bound book with the design of a star on it. His spell book. "Granted, we would have to wait for a full 72 hours before we can even begin preparing the portal to send them back. Along with that, Oliver never brought his spell book, so it will take some time to decipher the correct phrases he needs to say."

"Aww, I don't wanna go, love," Oliver said as if he were a child. "I like it here!"

"Yeah, Oliver's got a point for once" Allen agreed.

"No way!" Germany said sternly. "You are going back as soon as possible. I am not dealing with this longer than I must!"

At that very moment, a high pitched scream rang through the entire building. It came from the outside of the room. It was followed by a very panicked Italian voice.

"Which room is it, Veneziano!"

A higher one replied. "Uh, the one on the end to the hall at the left, I mean right!"

"Italy?" Germany said quietly, a tone similar to Lutz's

Right then, the doors burst open. Two very frantic men ran through, gasping for air. They stopped right at the table, behind China and Xiao.

"Dammit...Veneziano!" Romano said between breaths. "Tell me the directions beforehand so we... aren't standing around and losing time"

"Italy! Are you two alright!" Germany asked with a slight tinge of worry in his voice.

"Doitsu!" Italy said gleefully. He looked up at Germany and waved. "Sorry I never answered the phone! It... got taken away from me."

"Taken away?" Canada asked. "By who?"

"By me," said a voice behind them.

The two Italian's didn't even have to turn to react. Both immediately yelped and ran away from the door. Romano went behind the first person larger than him, which was Russia. Italy bolted for the opposite end of the room, towards Germany. Everyone turned to look for the origin of the speech, standing in the process. They found it in the doorway.

The man looked like Italy, which was not surprising at this point. His uniform was of the brown variety of Italian military wear. Accompanied by that was a hat with a purple feather. His eyes were wide, revealing pink eyes in contrary to Italy' s brown ones. He was winded, but his stance was ready, and he held a knife in his right hand. Had they been chased all the way from Italy? Good thing the two were skilled runners, America thought. His expression wore a fake smile as if he were crazy. Straight out of a mental ward.

"Well, how nice it is that we are all together," Italy's counterpart said. "I hope that we are all getting along?"

"Luci, dude," Allen said with a mischevious grin. "How's it going? I was worried Ya wouldn't show up!"

"Luci?" America wondered aloud. "Isn't that a girls name?"

"Luciano, actually" the man replied, eyeing Allen with a "Don't you dare" sort of look. "I believe we can all get along without any trouble, no?"

"Don't believe a word he says," Romano said, peeking out from behind Russia. "Pink-eyed bastard nearly stabbed me in the neck."

"Ve, and he threw my phone!" Italy added.

"Ooh, that's cold," China commented.

"Oh, but that was just so we had no more interruptions, you see." Luciano was now looking at Romano, who quickly retreated behind Russia once more. He then turned to Germany and pointed. "That one right there wouldn't stop calling. We wouldn't want to have any delays."

"What would Germany have been delaying," Japan asked.

"Oh, just a demonstration" Luciano twirled his knife in his fingers, his eyes too dangerous for America to feel comfortable with him having a weapon.

"Okay then," America took a step towards Luciano, though it wasn't a big one. "Well, we really aren't supposed to have weapons in the Conference room, so how about you put the knife down and we can discuss what we're gonna do next." America put on a grin, but he was honestly scared of this guy. He wouldn't dare say it aloud, though. He was the hero! He couldn't back down and cower in a corner.

"No weapons?" Luciano looked disappointed, but only for a second, before being replaced with his chaotic smirk. "But I don't know if you could take it from me,"

"Maybe not, but I certainly can," Russia interposed. He pulled out his water pipe, 4 and a half feet of pain. "So put the knife on the table, da?"

America had to admit, the man was always scary, but he never really had an intention on hurting people unless he had to. So if someone was being threatening, especially to one of his friends (Which was usually everyone), he knew how to look intimidating. He couldn't see from where he was, but he bet Russia was wearing a friendly smile. One that would usually tell people he was a nice guy. However, judging from his pipe and the purple aura that was now surrounding him, he wasn't up to make buddies with Luciano at the moment. Which was great, seeing as he understood the situation. Russia didn't always get the danger in problems like these.

Luciano didn't seem phased in the slightest. He studied Russia as if to decide whether he was a worthy opponent or not. After a bit, he put his knife arm down, still not dropping it.

"Hm," Luciano's grin never left. "Your doppelganger is not here, it seems. Would you like to meet him?"

Russia seemed to tilt his head in curiosity. The room was silent, but it was broken by Luciano once more.

"Well then. How about you then, Canada" He turned to Canada, who jumped at the mention of his name. "Would you like to meet yours?"

"I-I, um..." Canada stuttered, clearly frightened of what his counterpart may be like. Kuma still seemed to be clueless to the situation.

"I'll take that as a yes" Luciano's smile grew wider. "Finally, our party can be complete."

From behind him, two figures emerged out of the shadows. America hadn't even realized that the curtains at the end of the hallway were closed, allowing only the artificial lights in the hall and the light from the Conference room to illuminate the area where Luciano stood. Apparently, the closest light in the hall was some ways down.

The figure to the right of Luciano was only a bit taller than him. He wore a flannel shirt that had the first two buttons undone. His sunglasses covered his eyes, but his expression was clear, and it showed boredom. His jeans were ripped at the knees and the ankles. His hair was very long, blonde, and pulled back into a ponytail, with strands of hair coming out everywhere. A bit of hair grew at his chin. In his hands was a hockey stick. The head of it was covered in barbed wire, making it look very intimidating.

The man to the left of Luciano was very tall. Like, seriously, it wasn't even a joke. He had to be 6 and a half feet, at the very least. His hair was a messy black, swooping to the left. His eyes were, once again, a crimson red. His face was devoid of emotion. He wore a black military coat with a red lining. The guy was holding a shovel, and something told America it wasn't for digging. That, accompanied by the emotionless face was enough to make America want to get as far away from this guy as possible.

The two, they looked like-

"These two are Matt and Viktor," Luciano said, completing America's thought. "The two counterparts we were looking for,"

America looked at Russia, who hasn't made any blatant reactions to his counterpart, though he could tell he was trying to size up to him. At that moment America realized Viktor was the only doppelganger with a height difference, and it just had to be the tallest nation. If it came down to a fight, America wasn't willing to bet his money on either of the two on who was stronger. He convinced himself Russia could beat this guy, but that didn't make the shovel any less intimidating.

Canada was a different story. America saw that he was terrified. His line of vision was fixed on his counterpart, Matt. He was looking in their general direction, but it was impossible to tell exactly where due to his sunglasses. Canada's eyes seemed to be pinpointed on the hockey stick. While it was no shovel, the barbed wire was worth being wary of. Kuma was looking at Matt as well. America wondered "Is there a Kuma where they are from? Maybe he actually remembers who Canada is!"

"Hello, loves, nice to see you!" Oliver waved at the two. "How has your day been?"

"Okay, I guess" Canada replied with little enthusiasm. Viktor only nodded at Oliver.

"Well, now that we are all together," Luciano continued. "I believe we should have a discussion."

He turned towards Oliver. "How many people are here right now?"

"Well, while I was performing the spell, I saw 10 sparks of energy, so I'd say we're missing someone."

"Oh God," Luciano's face suddenly turned annoyed. "I hope it's not Flavio"

"Oh, great." Francois seemed annoyed too. "Last thing I need right now is Flavio running in here trying to get me into a suit and tie, that connard"

Romano looked in disgust at Francois. "Flavio? What kind of crap name is that? Sounds like that guy is a bastard."

"Anyway," Luciano's continued, ignoring Romano. "I'm assuming we already had introductions, yes? Good, so I don't have to waste any more time. Let's not worry about the last person for now. Instead, I would like to focus on what we are going to do next." Luciano, who has been twirling his knife in his hand, gripped the handle of it tightly. "Any ideas, Allen?"

"I like the way you think," Allen gave America a dangerous look. He considered pulling out his pistol.

"We are certainly not going to do anything like that," Germany's voice was stern, commanding. "There will be no fighting. What there will be is a civilized discussion about how we are to get you back to where you came from. If any of you show even the slightest indication of causing damage to something or someone, I will not hesitate to enforce the rules!"

Luciano stared at Germany in a similar way he did with Russia, analyzing his foe. Luciano straightened his posture, and with a smile said "Go"

America hadn't realized he was talking to Lutz until it was too late. With very fluent movement, Lutz kicked his chair aside and moved towards Italy. He seized him by the arm and pulled him away from the table. From somewhere, he had pulled out a knife with his right hand and pressed it against Italy's throat. His left hand held a pistol that was pointing at Germany.

"Italy!" Germany took out two of his own guns and pointed one at Lutz, the other aiming at Luciano. He was pretty far, but America didn't dare question his aim.

The next few seconds were a blur. America remembered Allen going for his bat, and he tried to stop it. He must've gotten it somehow because he ended up pulling out his gun and aiming it at him in his own defense. He also ended up taking Allen's spare pistol, pivoting to the side, and aiming it towards Lutz. Allen had his nail-covered bat pointed at him. He saw four nails pointing outward, ready to pierce anything in its path.

America took a second to look around, seeing everyone else had brought out their own weapons as well. Russia and Viktor were inches away from each other's faces, and America could still see the unsettling calmness in Viktor's expression. Matt was ready to swing at England, who didn't seem to have a weapon at the time, so he put up his fists to block any oncoming attack. France had pulled out what he had under the table, which was actually a rapier. He hasn't seen much of it in his time of knowing France, but he was really good at using it. The blade was pointed at Francois, who had a similar weapon out, though his other hand held some sort of pistol, pointed at Russia. Japan and Kuro had their katanas, ready to break out into a fight. China had taken out his frying pan and aimed it at Xiao, who was in a martial arts position, both hands up. No one attacked, yet.

"I will saute your ass off, karate freak!" China threatened to Xiao, who didn't say anything.

"Vous cherchez à perdre la tête, non? Ne sois pas stupide" Francois said in a low tone. He didn't know that much French, but he supposed it meant "You about to get decapitated, bitch!"

"Calm down, everyone," England said, trying to keep the violence down. It didn't have any effect, sadly.

"Let Veneziano go!" Romano demanded confidently, who had pressed his back up against the wall as far as he could.

Lutz said nothing. He had a devious grin, his eyes directed at Germany, who was pissed beyond belief, and he always seemed pissed. He didn't show any signs of worry or concern, but America knew it was there.

Germany, realizing he couldn't reason with this guy, turned towards Luciano. "Call him off, Luciano."

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" Luciano replied. Man, that guy was infuriating. He wasn't aiming his knife at anyone. Was he supposed to be the leader? He provoked everyone to pull out their weapons, so he at least knew how to start a fight with people. "Shoot me? I'd like to see you try. Even if you could, who would say everyone would stop there?"

Germany must've already figured this out. He turned back to Italy and Lutz. "Are you alright, Italy?"

"Ve, I think so," Italy responded nervously.

"C'mon, dude," America looked to Luciano, his guns still pointed at Allen and Lutz. "You put down the weapons, we put down the weapons, we're all happy."

"I do not agree with putting down our weapons," Japan said. Neither he or his counterpart had made any movement. "I have lost what little trust I have in these people."

"People is a generous term," Romano said from the wall. "Freak would be more appropriate."

"We're not the ones backed up against the wall" Matt pointed out. He moved his hockey stick towards England who backed up. He spotted a glass water bottle. He smashed it against the table and pointed it at Matt.

"Impressive weapon choice," France complimented. It sounded genuine, too.

"Thank you," England responded.

"Shut up," Luciano commanded. He looked over to America. "Surely you have seen enough movies to know that line never works. I don't know that much about my counterpart, but I am never one to back down from a battle,"

"There's a major difference," China looked over to Italy. He didn't seem to have his white flag on him, but if he did, he would've been using it no doubt.

Luciano continued. "Now, I didn't chase two people to this place just to chat. I want blood, and I'm going to get it," Luciano looked around the room hungrily, scanning each nation carefully. Each nation watched him intently. His eyes went around the room a few times before stopping on someone behind America.

"You."

America looked behind him to see who it was. Canada stood there, petrified. His breath was growing more ragged, and he had taken a half step back but stopped there. He was extremely scared right now, and it isn't often Canada is scared of something. Then again, it wasn't that often Canada had a reason to be scared. That was a good thing, but seeing the look on his brother's face made America sick to the stomach.

Luciano began to make his way towards Canada. He walked beside Russia and Viktor who were still facing each other. Russia stepped to the side and pivoted as Luciano passed them in order to watch, or jump in if he needed to, but still kept Viktor in view. America saw that his friendly smile has been long gone, but there was still no fear. His eyes were darting between Luciano and Canada, but not in a panicked way, more like he was wondering what his next move should be. Viktor didn't seem to care about the events that were about to unfold, seeing as his face was still without feeling.

Luciano held his knife at head level, the blade facing downward as if he was preparing to stab someone. His eyes were full of amusement. America had no doubt that amusement was drawn from the fear in Canada's face.

Luciano was only a few steps away from Canada when he was stopped. America stepped in front of his brother, pistols at his side. He didn't care about Allen at the moment. Canada was the important one right now. Rage was beginning to well up inside America. His expression was grim, his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, no," America said with sternness in his voice. He wasn't willing to take any shit from any one right now.

"Oh, is this how you want to play?" Luciano seemed even more entertained at this point. "Listen, you don't want to fight me. I could kill you blindfolded and both hands tied behind my back. I don't find guns threatening, especially if you don't know how to use them."

The insult meant nothing to America, but it didn't deter his rage by any amount. He held his ground.

"Oh well then," Luciano sighed. "Suit yourself,"

"C'mon Luci," Allen said. "I wanted to kill him."

Luciano looked enraged but didn't take his eyes off America. "You'll get to kill some one soon enough, Allen. Just be quiet."

Allen seemed furious but said nothing to respond.

"Now then," Luciano bent his knees and pulled his knife arm back. "I can't wait to see your face after this,"

Luciano went for a stab in the abdomen. America sidestepped to the right and considered shooting his gun, but decided to swing his gun at Luciano's head. If he missed his shot, it could hit someone else. He ducked and attacked again.

His speed is amazing, America thought to himself. This attack he couldn't get out of the way of in time. He put up his right hand to block the knife but timed it wrong. The knife went straight through his palm, both glove, and flesh. America yelled and dropped his right gun. He held his injured hand, looking up at Luciano, who was now thrusting again.

He moved away in time and took a few steps towards the wall in order to regain his focus. He chose to deal with his hand later. He no longer had his dominant hand, his enemy was very skilled with his own, and his palm was bleeding profusely. Not the best circumstances. Before he had time to think of an idea, Luciano charged with his blade once more, this time aiming for his heart.

With quick and precise movement, America slide out of the was and dashed to the side of Luciano. He aimed his gun at him and fired. Luciano saw the gun and moved out of the way swiftly. The bullet shot across the room and hit a glass vase, which shattered on impact.

America turned to Luciano, who swung his knife at America. He put up his hand to block it, once again timing it incorrectly. The knife left a deep gash in America's forearm. He winced, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as the aching in his hand was. He shot again, only to have Luciano move out of the way and push him against the wall, which had somehow ended up behind him.

Multiple events happened all at once He saw Luciano raise his knife to strike. He heard various people yelling, a few moving towards him and Luciano. No one seemed willing to directly intervene, however. The sound of a gun rang through the room. The noise of a knife clattering to the floor followed shortly after. Luciano stumbled back and fell to his knees. He saw him gripping his arm and muttering curses in Italian.

Did America shoot him? He looked down at his hands to find that they were both empty. He must've dropped it. He saw his gun a few feet away. He looked up to find that everyone, even Kuro, was staring in astonishment. Everyone except one.

Canada's hands were trembling rapidly. He had set Kuma down on the table, where he was sitting, watching his owner. He was holding the gun America dropped when his hand got stabbed. His breathing was still ragged, but his face no longer held fear. It had been replaced by confidence. Not as much as he may have liked, but enough to muster up the courage to bear the weapon.

"You fucking idiot," Luciano said, getting on one knee. "I'll kill y-," Luciano had been looking at his wounded arm, but he stopped making threats when he saw the wielder of the gun. He was stunned. Canada's grip on the gun wavered at the threat, but he regained his composure. He took a deep breath. He had calmed down a little bit, but he was still breathing heavily.

"D-don't move," Canada said. It wasn't loud or demanding, but it wasn't quiet either. "Stay away from him,"

America felt a swell of pride for his brother. He wasn't usually the type to tell other people what to do. He would normally be the guy who would try to make everyone happy and never intervened with arguments. That was the main reason he hasn't been at the unofficial Conferences. He usually didn't get to share his input. However, he knew that the strong side of Canada existed. He had once made America cry by listing the imperfections of him, and it left him crying for hours. Canada also had once yelled at England and France for always fighting, telling them about how it was pointless and lead to nothing. Both times he had apologized immensely and promised to never do it again. Luckily, he had broken that promise today.

Luciano stared at Canada, presumably wondering whether he should listen or not. He put his head down and grinned. Not the usual reaction America would expect after receiving a threat like that.

"Let him go, Lutz."

Lutz looked surprised but released Italy anyway. He ran to Germany and hid behind him, peeking out behind his arm. Germany looked relieved, but his attention, along with everyone else's, was directed at Canada and Luciano.

"Well, I clearly got shot by the least likely person here," Luciano said with a sigh. "That really angers me, you know."

Canada stayed silent. His confidence was slowly turning back to fear. He was looking to America for guidance, but he felt his words voice in his throat. Was it out of panic? He couldn't tell. He hadn't realized that he had slid to the floor, his back still against the wall. His hand and arm were throbbing painfully. He couldn't think straight.

An entire minute passed without speech. Eyes darted across the room as if anyone could pounce at any second. Weapons have been lowered a small bit, but the atmosphere of the room was packed with tension. Romano was slowly moving across the wall, hoping no one was paying attention to him. Kuma was looking at Canada, but America couldn't read his face. Was he worried? That bear was impossible to understand.

"Viktor" Luciano finally spoke. It took him a microsecond too much to register what that meant. Everyone else seemed to be confused in a similar manner.

Viktor understood it perfectly. Russia had turned his full attention to the situation with Luciano and Canada. He didn't see Viktor swing his shovel until he turned in time to see what he was doing. The metal connected to his face and America heard bone's crack. The sound was horrible. The nation crumpled to the floor, his water pipe falling with him.

"Russia!" China cried. Italy shrieked in terror, while the other nations seemed to be too stunned to speak, including America.

"Viktor, he better not be dead from that," Luciano said this in the same way he would ask if he had broken his lamp. A bit of annoyance, but a lot of I-don't-really-give-a-shit.

"No, he is not dead," Viktor spoke for the first time. What a great first line, confirming a person didn't die immediately after swinging a blunt object at them

Canada dropped his gun and put both of his hands up to his mouth. "Oh maple," he said in a shaky voice.

Luciano took that moment to rush up to Canada and grab one of his hands with his left hand and pulled a second knife out of his pocket. He pointed it at Canada's neck.

"Try to do that again, I. Dare. You." Luciano calmness has dissipated completely. He was breathing heavily, scowling at Canada. He only stuttered in response.

"Luciano!" Germany yelled pointing both of his guns at him. "Hör jetzt auf!"

"Sorry, don't understand German," Luciano replied, though he clearly got the meaning.

"Stop this instant!" England shouted. "I will personally see to it that you..."

Whatever England said after that was lost to America. It had taken all of his concentration to get up from the wall and begin charging at Luciano. He didn't have his gun, but he was completely capable of punching people. Even though it would most likely hurt like a bitch, but he hated this guy. He ran and threw a punch.

The next thing America knew, he was on his back with the worst pain imaginable in his head. He had no idea what hit him. He also had no idea why he was still conscious. He groaned and put his hand uninjured hand up to his forehead. His glasses were gone, and a stabbing pain came at feeling his head. His hand came back sticky and covered in some liquid. He couldn't see clearly, but it wasn't nearly this bad when he didn't have his glasses. Everything was a blur.

"America!" he heard Canada yell from somewhere.

"You couldn't just knock him out?" Luciano's voice echoed around him. It was too painful to lift up his head. He lay on his side, hoping to ease the pain.

"Nah, I want him to feel every second of this" Allen said with pride.

He must've been struck by his bat. Damn, that thing hurt. Has no one in the other rooms heard this commotion yet? Why wasn't any one coming to try and stop this? Then again, there probably wasn't much they would be able to do.

"Enough!" France's voice seemed to come from a general direction this time. Infront of him, he heard him speak again. "What do you people want? There is no reason for this attack."

"What do I want?" America's vision was beginning to clear up a little bit. He could see the figure who he assumed was Luciano talking. He had moved away from Canada but still held him at knifepoint. "Isn't it obvious? I want every single one of you dead!" His voice has tensed up, revealing a crazy one.

America felt an arm wrap itself around his waist. His head felt like a nuke had gone off inside it.

"Steady now," a British voice echoed around him.

"England?"

"Yes, try not to talk."

He managed to get to his feet. However, even though most of his weight was being supported by England, he could barely stand. He saw Luciano still pointing his knife at Canada, who was focused on America more than anything. The concern he saw in his brother's face told him his head wound looked bad. Luciano followed his line of sight. The view of America glaring at him while also being supported by England made him laugh.

"Oh, how precious," he said. "Friends and Family, always helping each other. Really, I never understood why they always do that."

America's vision seemed to improve a bit more. He could now easily tell who people were, but not by face. No, those details were not visible. He looked over to Russia, who hasn't moved at all. Was that supposed to be normal? One of the most powerful countries was knocked out on the floor, and he wasn't getting up. There was no way that was good.

"You seemed worried," Luciano turned back to Canada. "I can assure you, he's fine. Here, you can even see for yourself," Luciano held up his knife to Canada, threatening to cut him.

"Luciano,"

The voice was calm. At first, he thought it was Germany. The accent had him thinking he was trying to reason with him again. When he turned his head, he saw everyone looking towards the doorway. Apparently, it hadn't been Germany who had spoken. Plus, now that America thought about it, the voice was too high to be Germany's. He turned his head to the door, his head screaming in pain. There were two figures in the doorway, but America couldn't make them out.

"Oh great," Francois sounded annoyed. "At this point, I think I would Flavio. Over him, at least."

"Agreed" Luciano replied. "Why are you here?"

America still couldn't make out who it was, which pissed him off. He didn't want to be in the dark about who these people were.

Luckily, he no longer had to. Germany's voice told explained it perfectly. "Bruder?"

It was Prussia, no doubt. Why he was here though, and who was the person next to him-

America's vision cleared up almost completely at that moment. He saw that it was, in fact, Prussia, dumbstruck by what he was seeing. His eyes were rushing around the room, trying to take in what he was in front of his. His mouth was wide open.

As for the person next to him, America couldn't tell who it was. He was wearing a white robe with the hood up that covered his face. The robe had a black cross as the main design. That was all he could tell about them.

However, considering that Oliver said there was one person missing from the meeting, it was pretty easy to guess who this guy was.

"Prussia?" America squinted. Both people turned to look at him.

The second figure replied. "I go by Gilen, actually."

The man pulled back his hood. The first thing you noticed about him was the hair. It went past the shoulders and was disorderly. It was a platinum color, same as Prussia. His eyes were red, but he at least had an excuse for it, seeing as Prussia also had red. There were numerous scars on his face, one going over his right eye. If he was similarly surprised to see all of these counterparts to everyone, he didn't show it.

"Gilen," Luciano repeated. "I always thought that was a weird name. Anyway, why didn't you show up sooner?"

"Got caught up in a discussion" Gilen responded with no hesitation. He looked over to Prussia, who was currently staring at Oliver with a "Wtf" face.

"Oh, well then," Luciano turned to Gilen, putting his knife arm down in the process. Canada sighed in relief. He ran to America, who had managed to lean up on the wall without the help of England.

"Are you okay?" he asked?

"Sure, just took a bat to the head, nothing serious," America responded. He began to feel dizzy.

"Ya come to help us, Gilen?" Allen swung his bat as if he was hitting a ball. "Cause I'll let you have the one next to you and maybe even Flavio's counterpart over there, but these two are mine." He pointed at Canada and America, but neither really cared at this point.

"As much as I would like to do something with you, Allen," Prussia pulled out two swords from somewhere inside his robe. He didn't give any indication feeling excited to use them. "I'm actually hoping to get you guys out of here, preferably back to our own world."

"Ah, what?" France looked stunned. "Are you not murderous psycho like the others?"

"Not as much as they are, anyway." Gilen calmly spoke. He turned to Luciano "At least I don't kill for the fun of it,"

Viktor and Canada moved to the two Prussians, weapons ready. Prussia snapped out of his shock. He didn't have his sword on him, but he did have a pistol and a knife.

"Wait, hold on a second," Luciano hesitated. Both turned to him, questioning what he was doing.

America looked over to Luciano. He was smiling, deep in thought. He knew that look. He was unmistakably thinking of something awful. What the hell was he planning?

"Alright, new plan!" Luciano put his knife up in the air triumphantly. "Oliver?"

"Gladly!" Oliver started speaking in Latin, which America didn't know. England did, though.

"What? No, you can't teleport away from here!"

Too late, America thought. There was already magic swirling around Oliver. He wasn't an expert on real magic, but if anime has taught him anything, it's that when someone starts chanting, you run. Sadly, America was pretty sure he'd pass out if he even tried walking.

"Don't worry," Luciano said cheerfully, "We'll be meeting again soon enough. Oh, and Canada,"

Luciano rushed forward and grabbed Canada by the sweat shirt and pulled him towards him. He whispered something in his ear, and though America couldn't hear it, it certainly affected Canada. He stumbled backward just as Luciano and the other doppelgangers disappeared in a flash of blue light. He dropped to the floor, staring at the carpet and breathing heavily.

"Canada!" America bent down and instantly regretted it. The pain in his head worsened by a factor of infinity. He tried not to show it, though it didn't seem to be working.

"Dude, are you okay?" he asked?

"Uh, y-yeah..." Canada's voice was softer than usual.

"Dammit," Gilen said. He walked over to Russia, who still hasn't moved.

Everyone began making their way to America, England, and Canada. Even Romano began to walk to them. Everyone was still cautious as if their counterparts may suddenly reappear and attack them. It seemed like a logical possibility.

"Ve, are you alright?" Italy asked America and Canada.

"Yeah, I'm fine, " America said.

"Me too, thank you for asking," Canada replied.

"That head doesn't look okay" Japan knelt down and examined the injury. He got up a few seconds later. "I do believe there may be a first-aid kit somewhere in here,"

"What about Russia?" France looked over to the unconscious nation, everyone else doing the same. Gilen was standing over him, looking for any obvious wounds on his face. Even from where America was, he could see a bruise forming on Russia's face.

"He'll be fine" Gilen confirmed. "He may have fractured all of the bones on the side of his face, but otherwise okay,"

"And we're supposed to trust you?" Romano pointed at Gilen, who stood up. "You're probably just as bad as those bastards were,"

"He has a point," Germany folded his arms across his chest. "While I appreciate you not taking the side of them, we still have no real reason to trust you."

America had to agree with them, but only to an extent. This guy, Gilen, just showed up. He could've just been putting on some sort of act to throw off America.

Gilen didn't seem surprised by this comment. "I don't expect you to. I only hope I can earn it at some point in the future."

Italy seemed to be fine with this answer, but no one else seemed convinced.

China spoke next. "Prussia, where did you find this person?"

Prussia regained his normal confident posture and smiled. "I found him on my way to Austria's house. He came out of the bushes and was all like 'You need to come with me'. He told me that we needed to come here as soon as we could, so I followed him. Doesn't he look awesome? Not as awesome as me, of course, but pretty close."

Gilen looked at Prussia, obviously not agreeing with not he had just said.

"Why were you going to Austria's house?" England asked. "If it was another bloody prank,"

"No, actually," Prussia looked over to France. "Apparently, Austria had received a call from you asking if he had a counterpart. He said nien and called me to see if I had one. Of course, I didn't at the time, so I decided to go over to his place, turn off all of the lights, and pretend I was his evil twin out to kill him!"

"So it was a prank,"

"Ja."

"So, Gilen," America stood up once more. Gilen was slightly taller than America, similar to Prussia. He studied America.

"What are we supposed to expect from these guys?"

Everyone looked to Gilen, who thought before answering. He saw the look in Canada's eyes, full of fear, staring into nothing. He thought he saw a hint of sympathy in Gilan's face. He looked at America with almost glowing eyes.

"Nothing good."

"Oh, how reassuring," Romano began walking away from the group. "That's it! We're dead!"

"I don't think that is a positive attitude," Japan returned with no first aid box. He looked to America. "They did not have one."

"Positive attitude?" Romano said it like it was a joke. He turned and pointed at Russia. "Tall vodka bastard got knocked out by even taller shovel bastard! I don't appreciate our odds!"

"Me neither," America said. "But we can't just sit around doing nothing. We need to talk about what we need to do."

"Right," Germany. "Everyone, back to your seats! Italy, go see if they have a first-aid box in the other rooms. Japan, keep an eye on Russia. Gilen, we would appreciate it if you were to tell us about your world. After that, England is to tell us the exact spell he used and how we can get them back, and-"

"Germany," America caught the nation's attention. He nodded towards Canada, who was still breathing heavily and shaking.

Germany sighed. "We will take a break first. Take your time to regain your senses." He looked to America and said, "Take as much time as you need."

America smiled. Germany nodded and walked away. He could be really commanding, but he was still considerate. America turned to his brother and touched his shoulder. He looked up, less fear in his eyes than before.

"Are you okay bro?" America asked again. He nodded and turned his head towards Russia. Japan was kneeling over him, examining his bruise.

"Is he going to be okay?" Canada asked.

"Yeah. Italy went to go find some first aid. Maybe something for my head. You need anything?"

Canada shook his head. "No, no I'm fine. What about you? You're the one who actually got hurt."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." America put his hand around Canada. "We're taking a break from the meeting. I don't even know if you can still call it that"

"Okay... can I talk to you after the meeting?"

America didn't know why he couldn't talk now, but he didn't want to put any more pressure or anything like that on him. "Sure, man! As soon as we're done."

"Thank you," Canada didn't say anything else after that. He and America sat on the floor for a bit.

He was hoping that whatever Luciano had said to Canada wasn't insulting. Still, at the same time, he was hoping he did it. He wanted a plausible reason to shoot him in the face. The guy was crazy. It was difficult to think of him as Italy's counterpart. Italy was literally the completely the opposite of Luciano. Yet again, he was very skilled when it came to using the knife. America has only seen Italy with a butter knife, and even that he was reluctant to use when it came to cutting food. He has seen Italy's drawing skills, though. Maybe Italy did know a thing or two about how to use a weapon.

"Doitsu!" Italy came in with at least 7 white boxes in his arms. "I found the fi-AHH-" Italy tripped and fell, dropping the boxes everywhere, each one with a red cross on it.

"Italy!" Germany yelled angrily.

"Mi dispiace, Doitsu!" Italy tried to get up again but still ended up tripping on another box. Germany sighed and put a hand on his forehead.

America still could never imagine Italy with a butter knife.


It's fucking 3 in the morning why am I not sleeping help me fuck.

I'll post it. The end of this chapter suck, I know, but I got shit to do this week and I don't wanna put this off any more than I have to.

Have a nice day. Sorry for waking anyone up.