Because I forgot last chapter. Thank you RossiKoshka, RenofAmestris, Kayzz and false sourires for your reviews. Seen that people are following and enjoying this story makes me a happy writer.


Russia opened the door and motioned for America to walk in. He followed suit and closed it, but not before he made sure no one had followed after them. The first thing that America noticed was that the room was, well, messy. This was completely unnatural for Russia or at least his Russia. The other nation was a bit insane. But he, like England, was always making sure everything was perfect. To see his office, which America guessed this was it from the pictures of his sisters and past bosses that adorned the room, so messy was unexpected.

"Sorry for the mess, it's been a bad night around here." America took note that this world's Russia's English was better than his world's. He decided to keep that fact that he knew Russia to himself. During the Cold War years he had begun to learn the language and since them had gotten quite good at it. Now it was something he could use, if the time came for it. He could even act as some normal Russian civilian if people wondered about who he was.

"Is fine, I'm quite messy myself. Or so England keeps telling me each time he visits." America laughed, thought he was more interested on what Canada needed than an organized room. "Is something wrong with my bro… Canada."

Russia motioned for America to take a seat and moved to take one himself. He had the same worried expression he had worn while he told everyone about Cuba's advances into Canadian territory. For a moment he was concerned about Canada's health. Was he hurt? He remembered when Pearl Harbor had been attacked; it hadn't been a good day for him.

"Is he hurt?" America didn't bother to hide the worry from his voice. Even if it wasn't Canada, he never liked to see a fellow country hurt. That's why he tried so hard to save everyone, even if he sometimes caused more trouble.

"No, he's fine. I'm going to be sincere here and a bit selfish. I know that you guys want to get back to your world as soon as possible. Japan has already made plans to travel to "his" country and to meet with our world's Japan. So I thought maybe instead of all of you traveling to Asia, where I doubt you'll be of much help to Japan, you can come with me to Canada." Russia stopped speaking, allowing the information to sink in.

America wasn't sure what to say. It was true that Italy and he wouldn't be of much use to Japan. The machine had been his creation. Neither of them knew anything about how it worked.

"I know that it may be dangerous, with the war. But the battles are happening in the lower regions of the country, if anything goes wrong I'll make sure you'll be taken out of the country before anyone else. I just think it would do Canada good to have a familiar face around. Canada isn't like some of us, he hates fighting. This war is going to do more damage to him than to us."

America was reminded of his own brother. Canada was brave, he'd fought in wars and was as a good soldier as anyone else. But he always wanted to find more peaceful solutions. War was like a last resort for him. Even when they had faced each other in the battlefield, there had been no hate on his brother's eyes.

It also took him by surprise Russia's reaction. It looked like he was sincerely worried about his brother. It almost reminded him how he treated Canada back on his own world. Like an older sibling worried about their brother.

"Already Hungary asked me about Italy leaving with her an Austria. That way he doesn't have to with us to Canada if he doesn't feel safe. Or he can leave with Japan if he so wishes. I know that this seems unnatural. But Canada has been so distant since Amerika died. When he was with you, I think is the happier I've ever seen him." Russia had a sad expression on his face. He wasn't even looking at America anymore.

America wasn't sure what to do. Going along with Japan wouldn't be very interesting. With very little knowledge about Japan's machine, his friends would probably ask him to sit in one corner while he and his parallel self-worked on a new machine and a way back. Going with Russia to Canada meant that he may be of some use. He'd gone through quite some wars and strategizing was one of his strengths. Or so he believed.

Maybe he could help these nations. It would be pretty heroic if he was able to give assistance on stopping Cuba. It would make it even better if he would later throw the defeat on his world's Cuba's face. The other country would look pathetic once he found out his parallel self-had been defeated by America himself. He could probably even film the other's reaction and post it online.

America also admitted to himself that he wanted to visit Canada to see how different things were in this world. He wanted to see how the land that could have been part of himself had turned out like. He'd been in Japan for some time when the accident had happened and he felt a bit homesick.

"Alright!" America slammed his hands down on the table. "I'll do it. I'll go with you too Canada."

Russia moved back from the force of the slam. "Aren't you going to think about it or at least talk with your friends first?"

"Oh, they won't mind. Plus I really want to do it now. I want to help you guys put a stop to Cuba. Plus I'm sure you want us to leave as soon as possible, no time for meetings." America began to laugh, only stopping when a sharp strike of pain shot up his body. His grip on the table hardened and this one cracked slightly. He took his hand back, the pain had left as quickly as it had come. He didn't thought much about it, it had come and gone and it wasn't like his health had been that good back home. The ups and downs of the economy had been affecting his health.

Russia didn't seem to take notice of this and instead stood up. "да, I'll get everything ready then." Russia moved towards the door and opened it for America to leave. You can go to your friends. Once everything is ready I'll have Ukraine go for you. "

Before closing the door Russia smiled at him and bowed his head. "большое спасибо, thank you for doing this. Canada really needs to have someone during these times."

"It's nothing. I'll do anything for my brother, even if it's a parallel version of him."

"Do you need help getting back to your room?"

"I think I can get back on my own, if I get lost there are enough countries around that I can ask someone for help." America smiled and after a quick salute, he disappeared the same way they had come.

Thankfully America was able to remember the way back. The house was like a labyrinth. The halls were much busier than they had been during the morning. It seemed like everyone was getting ready to leave. Some were speaking with friends and others were simple walking alone, deep in thought. If these nations had worries before, then said worries had multiplied in a matter of hours.

America knocked on the door slightly before walking in. Italy and Japan were deep in conversation, they stopped to see who had entered and continue after seen it was only America. "Back."

"Italy wants to go to Europe with Austria and Hungary. Are you going with him or me? I already spoke with Russia last night. We decided things would move along faster if I worked with someone that thinks like me. So I'm leaving for Japan tonight."

America nodded. Russia had already informed him about that. "I'm actually leaving with Russia, we're going to Canada."

"Do you think that's safe, with the war moving to Canada?" Italy wore a very familiar expression. The other nation wasn't very crazy about battles or anything that could put him on the field. He preferred eating a plate of pasta over doing physical work. He preferred a nice fiesta over going to a battlefield. He preferred impressing a nice lady over strategizing. In conclusion, he preferred the easy, tranquil life.

"Yep, Russia said that if things got nasty I would be moved to a safe location. Plus I think I can hold my ground in battle. Also is a lot more fun than sitting around doing nothing." The other two nations shrugged. It was clear that America had made his mind on the subject. Trying to convince him otherwise would be a waste of time. It seemed like their paths would be separated, at least for some time.

"I don't really have anything to pack." They hadn't expected the little accident that had teleported them to another universe. Hopefully once they settled in Canada, he would be able to ask Canada to lend him some clothes. America sat down with the other two nations as they discussed plans for the future. They needed to keep in contact with each other. The moment Japan found a way back, they needed to return.

By the time Ukraine came for him, they had finished their goodbyes. America stood and hugged the two nations, but before America could make it out though Japan grabbed his hand. "Don't get too close with them, remember we have to leave. It would just make it harder for us." The door closed and Italy and Japan's voices were drowned. America allowed Ukraine to lead him away, Japan's words fresh on his mind.

Japan was of course right. America had felt the same way just moments before. Yet these nations had begun to become familiar so fast. From a first impression they were different, but then he had to remind himself these weren't his friends. They ended up becoming strangely familiar to him.

Russia was waiting outside, along with a car that looked to be 15 years out of its time. Along with him was Lithuania, who was already sitting on the backseat.

"So we're taking a plane?" America didn't wnat to be in an enclosed car for too long. Even if this Russia was different, it still felt strange to be around him. No matter how the relationship between their goverments changed, Russia still creeped him out.

"да, we need to make it to Canada as fast as possible. England will be joining us there in a few days, but he needs to travel to his own country first."

"Alright." America stepped inside, taking seat besides Lithuania. Russia took the passenger seat. A human driver took them to the station. There the long train ride across the frozen land began.

As the car began to move America turned to look at the house one more time. He'd forgotten to tell Japan something. He didn't know why. But he had a feeling they were missing something. It didn't really make sense that out of the places they could have landed, they arrived on Russia's home. It wasn't even near the coordinates. Hopefully America would have a chance to contact the other nation and tell him about it.


It'd been three hours since America had left and Italy appeared to be the next in line. Italy was still a bit worried about America. The fact that America was going to be near the battlefield troubled him. Japan agreed with Italy and understood his fears. But they had no power over America. If America was sure that going to Canada would be for the best, then it was his decision to make and not theirs.

Plus it wasn't like America was new to the battlefield. In his young age he had faced to World Wars and many other large wars. He had even fought against himself during his own Civil War. If things got out of hand, Japan trusted that America could keep himself safe. Not out of trouble because his heroic personality would make that impossible. Thinking about America's personality wasn't helping Japan though; hopefully Russia and Canada would keep him out of trouble.

"I'm leaving!" Italy had walked in once more. The other nation had gone to find something to eat and apparently had found something because he looked much happier. "Are you going to be fine on your own?"

"Hai. No matter how different things are here, I'm going to be in my own country." Japan was also capable of holding his own ground. Because he had spent a lot of time in isolation it didn't mean he was incapable of protecting himself.

Japan had asked Russia about this world's Japan. But Russia wasn't very familiar with him. The only nation that visited Japan other than his family was England and he had been unable to speak with him. Also neither of the other Asian nations had been there. He had expected to least China to come to a meeting that was apparently so important. He couldn't help but wonder if they had some sort of alliance with Cuba and that's why they hadn't been invited.

Japan still wasn't familiar with who was allied with whom. He'd been too busy finding a way back to have a good look around. Maybe it would be best if he became more acquainted with the current events though. It could come handy later on.

Italy jumped then, hugging Japan tightly. The dark-haired nation felt his face heat up. He still wasn't use to such personal contact. But he had almost come to expect Italy to do such things. It didn't make it less embarrassing though.

"Is going to be fine, we'll be back in our own world soon enough and you can tell Germany all about it." Italy pulled back and smiled at him.

"Ve. I miss Germany. I hope he's doing fine back home." Italy sobbed out loud. Germany had been expecting them. He probably was looking for them now. Worried sick about their disappearance.

"I'm sure he's fine, I'm sure they all are. Probably worried sick and looking for us. But I have a feeling they'll find out what happened. I keep record of all my experiments so I'm sure one of my siblings or the others are going to find them, if they didn't already."

"I guess I should be leaving then." Italy stepped back, but not before giving Japan another hug. "Addio, Giappone!"

Japan smiled back at his friend. "Sayonara, Japan-kun!" Their paths had parted for now, but he knew they would join again soon enough. Or so he hoped, because the longer they stayed there, then the more danger their lives would be.

Japan looked down at his notes. He needed to get them all back as soon as possible. He could already see America growing close to these people and Italy wasn't very far behind. He feared for the emotional impact leaving them would cause his friends. Plus these nations could grow emotional bonds with them too. They would end up hurting themselves too.

The growing war also worried him. America was already taking part on it and that wasn't good. He didn't want to get involve with the political troubles of this world. He wanted to help these nations. But he also needed to think of the risks. What could happen if they involved themselves too much? He didn't know Cuba here, but he could tell that getting on this world's Cuba bad side wouldn't help them much. It could even slow down their return.

Then he thought about their world back home. The other nations probably knew of their disappearance. Their governments would be worried. Three nations going missing was unheard off and it could only mean bad things. It looked like everything was resting on his shoulders. With America and Italy gone he needed to do all the work. It wasn't going to be an easy task.

Japan returned to his notes, he wnated to finish an outline before meeting with his parallel self. Outside Italy was making his way to the car, along with Austria and Hungary. Miles away America was on his way to Canada with the others.

But even further away, in a large and heavily guarded study, Cuba was receiving some very interesting news.


AN: First some translations for this chapter (I got these from Google and other sites, so tell me if I got them wrong).

большое спасибо - Many thanks or Thank you very much (is what wiktionary gave me).

The others I think are pretty obvious even if you aren't familiar with the languages. ([Yes – Rus.] [Goodbye – Ita and Jap])

Next chapter we'll be returning to the canonverse (I was going to add it here, but the chapter was already too big) and we may actually meet Cuba (if I can fit it in there). Also the rating went down, simply because I don't see naything too mature coming any time soon. There are going to be somethings related to the war, but I don't plan to be very descriptive.

From now I'll post little facts about the other universe down here.

Fact: Because many nations invested and are still investing in helping the nations Cuba has attacked, many countries are actually in high debts with each other. Even those that weren't openly involved with the war. This of course helped Cuba, since when some nations down South faced too much debt, they willing accepted Cuba to take over or risk their civilians dying of hunger and deceases. Even nations that were simply selling weapons began to loose money when others couldn't make the pay.