Author's Note: Acknowledging a reviewer's comment, I was not aware of the canon 2P! designs, I was mostly going for the fanon versions shown on the wiki, I apologize. And for the personalities, (no one asked for this I'm just giving one more heads-up) I based them off of what I read and what the author said, like for Japan the author said he was a huge masochist and that he would go so far as to throw himself off a building to break all his bones just for the pleasure.

Another thing, when I wrote the story I had put "-" in between transitions but for some reason when I published it, it did not stick. I then tried to edit it that way again but it still didn't stick so I put horizontal lines in between transitions. I guess those didn't stick either? I have gone back and just put "Transition to whoever's POV" to make things easier and I will just continue to do that. I apologize for the confusion or irritation!

Fun fact: Japan and Greece canonically had sex. Japan's a screamer ;)

Japan and America's POV

By the time the movie was done, America had passed out on the couch. Japan decided to find a spare bed in another room. As he was searching around, he heard a noise near the kitchen. He was immediately on alert, looking around for a weapon. In doing so, he found some weird sword decoration on the wall. He went over and ripped one off the wall, holding it up in a defensive stance, cautiously heading to the source of the sound.

He turned the light on and relaxed when he saw it was just a cat. It got in through the open window.

Open window?!

Japan grabbed the cat and had it go out the way it came. He then slammed the window closed, inspecting everything to see if there's any sign of people being here recently. Everything seemed okay but just to be safe, he was going to stay awake and stand guard. Or sit guard, he was too tired to keep standing.

America woke up and stretched, taking in his surroundings. "Dude, did I fall asleep on the couch?" He asked no one. He turned and saw Japan lying on the floor against the wall, his jacket over him like a blanket and some object in his arms. He was hugging it as if his life depended on it. America walked over and poked him with his foot, causing him to sit up quickly in alarm.

"What, is he here?!" Japan asked, quickly holding the object out to reveal that it was one of America's antique swords. And by antique I mean he bought them from the liquor store for fifty bucks.

"Dude, why are you messing with this? It's not a toy." America snatched the sword away.

"I know how to use a katana, I am pretty sure I can use a cheap sword." Japan mumbled, still tired.

"Why'd you sleep like that?" America changed the subject.

"Your window was open, I wanted to be ready in case it was him."

"Come on, this guy is me and knowing me I would have given up by now." America tried to cheer him up.

"The only thing you two have in common is your names. He is nothing like you." Japan stood up and put his uniform shirt back on.

"Are you sure? Maybe we're still similar to the core." America dramatically put a fist to his heart.

"Why are you defending him?"

"I'm not defending him, I'm just saying, what if he already completely forgot about this? Again, when you get down to it he's just me but from another world." America shrugged.

Japan realized that was actually a good point. "Should I just go home, then?"

"I'd wait until tomorrow just to be safe." America put a hand on his shoulder. Japan tried to shrug it off but he ignored it. The phone suddenly rang and America went to answer it.

"Oh, hey England. What's up, dude?" America nodded, gave an 'uh huh', and did a quick glance at Japan. "I saw him after the meeting and he said he was going to stay here, get to see what his country is like or whatever. Yeah, coming here would be best I guess. Haha, okay whatever." He hung up.

"What was that about?" Japan asked, though he had an idea.

"Nothing."

"You lied to him." Japan said.

"Eh. Didn't think you'd want him all up in your business." America shrugged, a serious look on his face.

England's POV

"They've been quiet for too long. There's no way he'll wait a full week. I just know it!" England told Alice.

"I'm really hoping this blows over soon. I was barely able to stand talking to you once a week, now it's twice a day? Agony." Alice groaned.

"You know you enjoy it, too. Otherwise you wouldn't even bother being there once a week." England snapped.

"True but not because I enjoy it, I just feel solidity in knowing that there's at least a version of myself that's more crazy and weird." Alice smirked. "Speaking of which, I'd love to talk to Oliver."

"Oliver?" England asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, isn't that what you said our counterpart's name was?" Alice replied.

"I've never even mentioned him at all." England said. Then he gasped. "You're been talking to him through this mirror, too, haven't you?!"

"Well..."

"How could you?!"

"What are you getting so angry for? I have a right to talk to other people. And if you must know, Oliver actually knows how to talk to a lady." Alice flipped one of her pigtails dramatically.

"Don't tell me you guys had a... thing?!" England gasped.

"It is none of your business what we did or didn't have!" Alice blushed.

"I can't believe this. You've literally fucked yourself." England facepalmed.

"Hey, I've never done anything like that! We just had a few nice talks, shared a couple drinks."

"Must have been a pathetic sight to see."

"What are you getting so angry over it for?" Alice then had a look of realization on her face. "You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Jealous of what?"

"You thought this was just our thing but now that you know it isn't, you feel stupid." Alice smiled deviously.

"That is not it at all! That is completely outrageous! Come back to me when you have an idea on how to help instead of making things worse."

"You're literally me, you can't hide anything from me. Er, yourself."

"Oh, so you just admitted that you dated yourself?"

"What? You come back to me when you've calmed the hell down." Alice ended the call.

England stared at his reflection for a few minutes before slapping himself on the head for realizing how idiotic he was being. There's a mission he needs to focus on and he's over here being mad over nothing. He had to stop those 2P!s before they killed or hurt anyone. So far from what America's told him, it seems like nobody's made their move yet. He might still have time.

China and Russia's POV

"You guys are amazing, I can't believe England tried to tell us to stay away." China laughed. He, Wang Zao, Viktor, and Russia were all gathered around a table playing some drinking game at a local bar. The tour went pretty well, Wang Zao was amazed by how this China was different than his. Viktor just silently watched, as did Russia. The funny thing is, Wang Zao didn't seem all that different from the 1P! other than his darker sense of humor and sometimes violent tendencies. He also didn't think pandas were cute but China was able to look past it. For now.

"Your England sounds uptight. Not all of us are bad. For all we know, you guys could be the bad ones." Wang Zao slurred some of those words.

"Yeah, exactly!" China slammed his fist down, knocking a cup over. "Aaaa...ru?" He hiccuped.

"It is so silly to watch these two with low alcohol tolerance fool themselves like this." Russia chuckled.

"More like an annoyance." Viktor sighed. The first time he's spoken since the tour.

"Are you not having fun?"

"No. I don't even know why I came here." Viktor sighed, downing an entire bottle of vodka.

"Because we agreed to go drink at a bar?" Russia said, confused.

"No, I mean here. In this dumb world. Why did I come here?" Viktor began to drink another bottle.

"BROOOOTHHHHEEEEERRRRRR!" Russia heard some demonic voice screech from across the bar. It was his lovely sister, Belarus.

"Who is that, she is ruining everything!" Wang Zao growled.

"Sister dearest, what is it?" Russia asked nervously.

"You promised me you would come over! And instead you're here, in this bar in China?! How did I know? I have to kill him. That's the only way you'll talk to me." Belarus pulled a knife out, looking at China. "Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable-"

"No, no, we were just talking because my boss had called in a surprise meeting. It is over now, I thought we could celebrate but nevermind that, you are more important." Russia said quickly.

"Really?" Belarus put her knife down.

"Yes. I will meet you outside." He smiled. She shot one last warning glare at China, who was black out drunk now, and went outside.

"I apologize but I must be going now, can you make sure he gets home? Yes? Okay. Farewell." Russia left, an obvious cry for help in his eyes.

Viktor sighed.

"We'd better take him back." Wang Zao giggled. "Oh wait, where does he live? I forgot."

"You are a gigantic pain in my ass. Why couldn't the rest be here? At least someone would die. That would be funny to see." Viktor stood up and picked China up as if he were nothing and began to walk out, Wang Zao stumbling behind him.

Oliver's POV

"Oh, isn't this France so beautiful! Apparently, this is the city of love, too!" Oliver was astonished by the scenery.

"This place is exactly like mine except it's full of love instead of hate and murder." Francois grumbled. "And I'm still waiting for my blowjob."

"This place is lame." Klaus said.

"Hey, this is still my country. Only I can insult it." Francois snapped at him.

"If I could kill you, I would not hesitate to do so right now." Klaus said.

"I'm trembling." Francois almost laughed.

"Guys, stop it! This is the city of love!" Oliver scolded them.

"Oh shut the fuck up, stop acting like you're a good guy." Francois lit up yet another cigarette. Oliver snatched it and put it out on his jacket. "HEY!"

"If you don't start enjoying this with me, it will be your eyeball next." Oliver threatened him in a deep, low voice.

"What? Why's everybody quiet?" Klaus asked.

"I'm bored of France." Oliver suddenly yawned. "Let's go somewhere else. Where do you think the others are? Italy, probably."

"Shouldn't we be finding a way out?" Francois asked, unsettled.

"No. I think we should play a game." Oliver smiled innocently.

"Games are for babies, which I am not." Klaus snorted.

"It's called," Oliver ignored him. "'Find our counterparts and destroy them in the most brutal and most horrendous ways you can possibly think of.'"

"Why in the ever loving fuck would I do that? My guy looks so stupid that death would just be me doing him a favor." Francois began to light up another cigarette.

"It's for fun, Francois. Or, as far as these people know, France." Oliver wiggled his eyebrows, hoping he'd get it.

"Uh..."

"Not only would we destroy them, we could also take their place here. Doesn't this more happy-go-lucky world seem like the perfect place to kill people?" Oliver explained. "Most of the victims back in our world actually thanked us when we ended them."

"Okay let me make something clear," Francois said. "The only ones who actually kill innocent people are you, Viktor, Allen, Luciano and his fuckboy crew, and even Flavio. I, like a decent person, only kill people who deserve it."

"Oh, right, you're a sissy." Oliver snickered.

"I am not a sissy."

"Are to."

"Am not.

"Are to."

"Am NOT!"

"Prove me wrong." Oliver smirked. "Prove me wrong, right now."

"I don't have to prove shit to you." Francois spat and then walked away.

"Where are you going?" Oliver called out.

"To find the way out of this stupid world." Francois replied. Oliver sighed.

"A pity, it's just me and you Klaus." He turned and saw no one there. "Klaus?" He looked around. Damn, he must have left while they were arguing. What is a poor, bored nation like him to do now? Oh, right, play the game. Since the others didn't want to do it, he'd just have to play it alone.

Luciano's POV

"Where the hell did that idiot version of me go?" Luciano grumbled to himself. The last time he saw him was when he blasted off with his Germany in tow.

"Why don't we just go to his house and wait for him there?" Kuro suggested.

"But then his version of Romano would be there and I'm not ready to see that fool again." Luciano grimaced at the thought.

"For all you know, he could be the badass version you wish yours was." Kuro said.

"I guess. We'll go, but if he sucks I'll throw him in the river." Luciano turned to see if Lutz was listening but was pissed to see he wasn't in sight. "Where is HE?!" He screeched.

"What? You mean, Lutz? He's over there." Kuro calmly pointed to where the German was gracefully kissing a girl's hand on top of a hill in the distance.

"How the hell did he manage that, all he does is grunts!" Luciano stomped angrily to where they were and roughly pulled Lutz away, who just tipped his hat to the girl. "Why are you flirting when we have SHIT TO DO?!"

Lutz shrugged.

"Luciano, getting mad right now will achieve nothing. Like you just said, we have shit to do." Kuro said. Luciano took a deep breath and let go of Lutz' collar.

"You're right, you're right." He said. "Since you missed it, I'll have to fill you in. We're heading to my Italy's house to meet him and his brother. If they suck, I'm throwing them into the river."

Lutz shrugged again.

"What do you mean it's a stupid plan? I just want to say hi!"

Lutz shook his head.

"W- But what if he saw our dear Allen?"

Lutz shrugged again.

"Fine. We'll go to America. What's with the sudden change of heart? You were just so eager to meet them a few minutes ago."

Lutz crossed his arms and shook his finger at him.

"You're right, I forgot about that. We need to figure out who sent me that tip and why they wanted me to come here. Lutz, you are a genius! If only Kuro was as useful as you."

Kuro watched the entire conversation in confusion, entirely baffled that he could even understand what Lutz was trying to convey.

"We'll have fun with the Italys later." Luciano said.

"As you wish." Kuro said, irritation clear in his voice.