Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews :) This chapter is pretty long, I had fun typing it, lol
Guest reviewer, it was not confirmed officially but I mean we both know Japan is known for being modest, and he was naked so I think he is just in denial.
Another fun fact (this one is actually confirmed): When Spain was sick, Romano wanted to help him but when the mafia got in his way he beat every single guy up, the guy's pretty badass when he wants to be.
Japan's POV
"Thank you again, America-san." Japan said politely as he was getting ready to leave.
"No problem, dude. It's what a hero does; always helps his friends in need." America gave a thumbs up.
"A part of me is still skeptical but at least you let me borrow one of your swords so I may defend myself on the way home." Japan said, observing it. It would probably break once it came in contact with some real action but it's the thought that counts.
"Yeah and if you can't tell if it's me or not, just remember that I'm the attractive one." America winked.
"I'll... keep that in mind." Japan turned away. "Farewell."
"SAYONARA!" America screamed when he took two steps down the path to the street.
Japan stepped into his house and released a big sigh of relief when he knew the coast was clear. So far. He collapsed onto his bed and decided that now was the time for some real sleep.
He woke up lying on a grass field. "What?" He shot up and looked around, gasping at Greece sitting nearby with his cats. "How did I get here?!"
"I carried you." Greece replied.
"I... All the way here? How did I not wake up?" Japan was horrified.
"Don't worry about it. I heard about what happened so I thought it would be safe to bring you here." Greece said, petting a kitten.
"From who?" Japan asked, relaxing.
"America. He told me to bring you here."
"He told you? When?" Japan was no longer relaxed.
"Yeah."
"What kind of answer is that?" Japan stood up. "I'm going back home, I still don't know how you managed to carry me here but I'll try my best to not think about it." He then calmed himself down, he was really working up a sweat.
"Thank you, Greece, my wonderful companion." Japan froze when he heard that familiar voice.
"Greece, how could you?" Japan gasped.
"Eh, why not?" Greece suddenly stood up, brushing the cats off. "Ugh, I hate cats."
"How?" Japan backed up.
"I've been here a while, actually. No one back in my world even noticed I was gone. I dyed my hair and everything to fit in. Don't worry, the real Heracles isn't dead. He's just... taking a really long nap." Greece smiled.
"Looks like you lost the game." Allen smirked.
"That's not fair, you had help!"
"So did you." Allen shrugged.
"I have the body of an old man, I don't understand this infatuation with me." Japan groaned.
"That sounds gross dude, way to be a boner killer."
"Sounds kinda hot to me." Greece shrugged.
"That's just weird." Allen cringed. "No wonder no one likes you, you say weird shit like that."
Japan took that as his chance to sneak away.
"Where'd he go?" Greece suddenly asked.
"Damn it!" Allen yelled. "Come on, he shouldn't have gone far."
'I kind of wish death would just come take me now.' Japan thought as he hid in the dirty lake nearby. The filth in it hid his location well as the two enemies walked by. Once they were out of sight, he quickly got out and removed his shoes and top jacket to relieve some weight. He then began to quickly run away and head back to his country. Those two were both going to get a good old-fashioned ass kicking once he got hold of his katana.
England's POV
"And so I said, if you don't like my crumpets you can go ahead and shove them up your bloody ass!" England laughed.
"A classic. I hear it all the time, never gets old." Alice laughed as well. Yep, deep down inside they were still the same. Laughed at the same old jokes. Oh wait, weren't they fighting before?
"Anyway, I'm glad we decided to put aside our differences and focus on the issue at hand." England said.
"Well, you called me drunk and crying late last night but let's not get into that." Alice sipped some tea she apparently had. "So, the reason the portal is still there is because I have one myself. Except, it's a different version. And it isn't a failure. We use it to easily travel to each other's countries and to the world meetings. It somehow manifested itself into your world as well but, again, as a reject."
"Great, to fix it we just need to get rid of the one in your world, right?" England said.
"Well, yes, but, for some reason I... can't. Something isn't letting me."
"Oh, bollocks! That must mean another magic user is using it. Which means..."
"Oh no." Alice facepalmed.
"Pip pip, cheerio!" Oliver suddenly said. England whipped around and saw him standing right there.
"How in the hell did you get in?! And who on earth says that unironically?"
"The door was unlocked, love. Oh, is that Alice? Hello, dear." Oliver looked over England's shoulder and waved.
"Haha, hello dear." Alice replied nervously.
"Isn't this just grand? It's an England party! All we're missing is evil girl Alice." Oliver giggled.
"Is that a thing?" England asked Alice, who shrugged in response.
"Hey, I have no ill-intentions I promise. Cross my sweet little heart and hope to die. I was just bored and lonely, all my friends ditched me." Oliver lifted his hands up in surrender.
"I wonder why." England grumbled.
"I don't know, something about America. Apparently he did something terrible to one of your other nations. Not sure which one." Oliver looked deep in thought. "Might have been his counterpart. Can't be too sure."
England thought about the conversation from yesterday. What if America was being forced to say that?! It would explain why he sounded so serious. "I have to go. You two behave!" He quickly stormed out of his house. He was going on the next plane to America.
"None of that was true, I just wanted to be alone with you for a while." Oliver said to Alice.
"You are still cruel as ever." Alice rolled her eyes. "You better not do anything evil. As soon as I figure out what you're doing to interfere with my progress, you're going straight back home."
"Interfere?" Oliver asked.
"Don't play dumb."
"Why, I don't have the slightest clue of what you're trying to accuse me of." Oliver did look a bit confused.
"Hm." Alice didn't want to go in-depth just in case he really didn't know. But then again, if it isn't him, who the hell is it?
Luciano's POV
"Alright, America, here we are." Luciano said, posing dramatically as they stepped off the plane. "What to do next..."
Lutz pointed ahead.
"Oh right, we figure out why I was sent here."
"My thing is, why would America give us the answer?" Kuro asked. He was still confused.
"Because Kuro, my stupid little subordinate, we're going to the alley in this version of the world. Maybe something will be there." Luciano gripped his face. "I'm not going to squeeze too hard so don't get excited." He let go. Kuro rubbed his cheeks, sighing.
They traveled a good five hours and got to the alley, finally. Except it wasn't an alley. It was a laundromat.
"Maybe we have to go inside one of the dryers or washers." Kuro suggested, trying not to laugh. Lutz grunt-laughed.
Luciano ignored them and headed to the back of the building, pleased to see a small alley. But it was more clean. And dark. "Feel around the walls." He instructed. Kuro and Lutz did that. Lutz suddenly gasped and fell forward, into what Luciano assumed was a portal back home. Great. Except when Lutz comes back in, where the hell will he appear?
"Fuck!" Luciano groaned.
"What? Isn't this what you wanted?" Kuro asked.
"Yes but also no. I didn't think this through." Luciano sighed. "Just give me a second. I wish we all had phones."
"Maybe he's back in Italy?" Kuro suggested. "We'll never know if we don't look."
"If he isn't there, I will rip you in half for wasting my time." Luciano grumbled, walking out of the alley.
"To clarify, would it be slow and painful? Or quick and..." A glare made him stop. "Okay."
Lutz POV
He was back in their home world.
'Damn it. The plan.' He needed to get back to Kuro and Luciano, fast. He looked around and noticed he was in their version of China. He quickly took a plane to America and went back inside the portal to the other dimension, annoyed that he was in the middle of fuck knows what country.
"LUTZ!" He heard someone yell. It was his annoying brother, Klaus. Great. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" Klaus pulled him into a hug. "Thank the heavens you're alright." He pat his back. "Let's get out now."
'No! The plan!'
Lutz shook his head.
"What's wrong, West?"
Lutz facepalmed.
"Oh, you want to stay. Why? This place is terrible, the children are actually allowed in public. Can you believe that?" Klaus shuddered.
Lutz groaned then gestured to his surroundings.
"Some random place in France. I ditched Oliver and Francois back there, bunch of losers. Which I am not. No sirree. Haha." Klaus' eye twitched.
'Knowing Luciano, he won't be smart enough to remember that these portals take us to different locations. So that leaves us to believing he went to Italy. I'd better get there.' Lutz walked off.
"Hey, wait up!" Klaus followed him.
Russia's POV
"I think this chair would match the carpet." Russia pointed to one of the three chairs Belarus had displayed in her room.
"Do you think so? I thought so too but it feels like something is missing." Belarus replied.
"Matching curtains!" Russia snapped his fingers.
"Yes, brother!" Belarus's face lit up. "Thank you!"
"Well, I have to go now." Russia turned and began to leave.
"Wait, do you have to go now?"
"Yes. I will be back next week."
"You better not forget again." Belarus trembled. "That stupid China."
"I won't, I will even set reminder. Good night." He smiled and left. He went to China's house and was surprised to find it empty. Weird, he told his counterpart to bring him here. Where could they be? Oh well, he'll just wait.
China's POV
He woke up with a killer headache, lying on his bed. "Aru..." He muttered. He rolled over and gasped in shock when he noticed his counterpart standing right there.
"Good morning, sleeping head!" He said happily.
"Ah, where's your friend?" China asked, looking around. These he noticed that this actually wasn't his bed. This place was more dark, and more depressing. There was also a painting of a panda's head attached to a bamboo stick. "Where am I?!"
"You're in my house. Viktor didn't know where yours was so we just went home."
"What? How did you get back?"
"We ran into Luciano on the way and he told us they found the portal to our world." Wang Zao said.
"So you took me back with you?!" China gasped.
"I thought it was only fair that since you showed us your country, I show you mine!" Wang Zao smiled.
"I... guess. But after, I immediately go back home!" China crossed his arms.
"Of course! We'll start when Viktor gets back."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't ask questions." Wang Zao said, suddenly serious.
"Haha... okay..."
Russia's POV
"I'm bored." Russia got up. "I'll just go back home. Where there is no one." He sighed.
When he got back home, he was greeted by a terrified Latvia.
"Latvia! I am not alone after all!" Russia said happily.
"W-Well you said if I didn't s-stay you'd throw me in the r-river in the cold..."
"Let's go play some drinking game, okay?" Russia said, his smile now on the border of threatening.
Japan's POV
He went into his house and immediately armed himself, mentally bracing himself for the battle that was more than likely coming in a few days.
"Hello!"
Or now.
He ran to the source and pointed his weapon at Greece, who just stood casually at the front door.
"Don't play dumb and claim to be the real Greece because I know he'd be too lazy to come here. And how the heck did you get here so fast?"
"I could ask you the same." Greece smirked. Suddenly he was shoved forward by an impatient Allen and he fell right on top of Japan and his katana went right through his chest.
"Come on, dude, we're wasting time!" Allen scolded him. "Get off him, I called first dibs." Greece didn't respond. Japan was staring at the body in horror. Allen sighed and kicked the body off, confused when the nation wouldn't get up. "We've suffered worse injuries than that, dude, get up."
Japan pulled his katana out and stood up, disgusted at the blood on his shirt. "He's... dead."
"Uh... How?" Allen scratched his head. He crouched down to the body and felt for a pulse. "Yep, he is dead. Um, wow. So, damn, we're not immortal here?" Allen looked panicked. Japan quickly stood behind him, pressed his weapon against his throat, and said in a low, threatening voice:
"It appears so. You have only one option, now. Get up and leave and never come back."
Allen gulped. "Hey, uh, alright." He slowly stood up and Japan backed up, his katana still up in a defensive stance. "Wait a second." Allen gasped. "That's it!"
"Get out!" Japan didn't care to know what he was talking about.
"Hold up," Allen gripped the katana by its blade and just ripped it out of the other nation's hands. He tossed it aside.
"What?" Japan tried to retrieve it but Allen stopped him, gripping him by the shoulders.
"You know what this means?" He asked.
"That you're going to die in about ten seconds?"
"No! Luciano!"
"What... about him?" Japan still couldn't care less.
"Someone wanted him to come here." Allen let go. "Someone's planning on killing him, once and for all. But who?"
"Well, sounds like a problem you need to take care of." Japan went over and picked his weapon back up.
"I couldn't care less about the guy, this just means when he dies there's going to be a new leader in town. And that guy is gonna be me." Allen smiled.
"Congratulations." Japan smiled falsely and then pointed the katana at him, tip right at his throat. "Now get out."
"Fine, fine." Allen sighed. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving." He left.
Japan breathed yet another sigh of relief. For real this time. He was safe. He collapsed. Now he can finally rest easy.
Allen's POV
Allen went on the next plane to where ever was the soonest. He got off and was disappointed to see he was back in America. As he began to explore, he was feeling a bit down that he lost his chances at a relationship. Maybe he shouldn't have let him go back at the shack. As he was walking, he bumped into some guy.
"Hey, are you asking to die?" He hissed at the culprit. It was... Viktor? "Oh great, the commie fuck is here."
"Oh great, the worthless glutton is here. You're lucky I don't have my pipe or else I'd beat you beyond recognition again."
"Hey that one time was just because you caught me off guard!" Allen snapped. "And don't do that shit here, I'd actually die. This world takes away our immortality."
"That just makes me want to do it even more." Viktor snorted.
"... What do chicks dig?" Allen suddenly asked, noticing a poster for some Marvel movie on the billboard nearby.
"I don't think baby chickens dig." Viktor rolled his eyes. 'What an idiot, he thought that chickens dig. Another reason he should off himself.'
"No, no, I mean women. They like super heroes, right?" Allen completely forgot about claiming leadership. Who even cares? Leading sucks, anyway.
"I'm going to find my pipe and you better pray to whoever you believe in that I don't find you."
"Hey, hey, listen. Boy oh boy, do I have a proposal for you." Allen smiled deviously.
"What?"
"Who do you hate most in the world?"
"You."
"Okay, second."
"Where is this going?"
"Listen, the Japan of this world, he's in his house. I know you two have a history, why don't you go have some fun? There isn't a Luciano in this world to prevent you from doing that..."
"What's in it for you? Obviously there is a catch."
"You let me swoop in after you have some fun and save him, then I will bring you America from this world. You can do whatever you wish you could to me, to him. Deal?" Allen stuck his hand out. "And if that doesn't sell you, I'm sure bringing him back to our world would kill him, just as it works for us. After you fuck him up, you can proceed to end the little bitch."
"Love, a disgusting emotion I will never understand." Viktor shook his hand. "It's a deal. Just let me find my pipe. I think I dropped it."
"Great!" Allen pat his back then skipped away.
China's POV
"Viktor is taking too long! Can we just do this without him?" China groaned. "I have things to do back at home."
"Yeah, let's just do it." Wang Zao stood up. "I'll lead the way." When he left the room, China knocked the disgusting hate crime against pandas off the wall and then followed.
"Why is the sky red?!" China gasped when they stepped outside.
"To us, your blue sky is odd." Wang Zao replied. "Everything here is so dull, depressing, and ugly. I never thought I'd see anything cute in my life until I saw you. My counterpart is just too cute! He is so innocent, more than likely never even killed anyone!" Wang Zao squealed. China felt both flattered and uncomfortable.
"Let's just get this over with." He muttered.
After the tour, Wang Zao insisted that he see what a bar in this world was like. After 5 straight minutes of arguing and then a threat of castration, China reluctantly agreed. They stepped into the nearest bar and China's nose wrinkled at the scent.
"They always smell like blood because people always fight." Wang Zao explained, noticing his look of disgust.
"Oh." China wanted to run and never stop.
There was a big stage at the end of the bar and China stared at the bloodstains on it as they sat a table nearby.
"That's where the shows happen. Usually we watch two drunk idiots play Russian roulette or mahjong to the death. Whoever loses gets shot." Wang Zao said.
"The prize better be worth it for people to willingly risk their lives like that."
"Oh yeah, you get to live. They choose random people from the audience since no one volunteers." Wang Zao laughed. "Oh, they're about to choose two sorry suckers."
A light began to shine around the room, slowly stopping on two people. A random buff guy who stood up and screamed in determination and... China.
"Aya! No way am I playing this!"
"Oh come on, we're countries, we're not going to die." Wang Zao said.
"I don't care, it would still hurt like a bitch!" China slammed his fist down.
"Just fucking do it or you'll never go back home!" Wang Zao pulled out a wok with knives attached to it, slamming it down on the table.
"Fine, fine! You owe me so many drinks after this." China slowly walked up to the stage, sitting in a chair that faced another chair where the buff guy sat.
"You ready to die?" The buff guy said. China gulped.
"This round is... Russian Roulette!"
"Gods help me." China muttered.