It still freaked me out that the characters I acted were here. They were animated Japanese characters. Not real, flesh-and-blood people. And yet, here they are, France sitting to my right, Scar leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Sebastian sitting upright to my left, Erwin standing up with his arms crossed, and Kyoya sitting to Sebastian's right.

"So, mind explaining what you mean by voices? God, you aren't insane are you?" Scoffs Scar.

I raise an eyebrow and adjust my glasses.

"No, I'm not insane...I think. Anyways, I voice act you. You, at least in my world, are anime and or manga characters. Sebastian is from Black Butler, Kyoya is from Ouran Highschool Host Club, Erwin is from Attack on Titan, France is from Hetalia, and Scar is from Fullmetal Alchemist." I explain.

"...Anime?" Questions Erwin.

"What's a manga?" Scar asks.

"I agree with...those two." Sebastian says.

"Oh...anime and manga? Hm, I think Japan mentioned it once…" France trails off, as if trying to recall the memory.

"That's the stuff Renge is obsessed with right?" Asks Kyoya.

I rub the bridge of my nose and sigh.

"Okay, it's like a story with moving pictures for those out of time. And let's get introduced, otherwise it's going to be really freaking confusing. I'm J. Michael Tatum, I voice act all of you." I look over to Sebastian.

He stands up and bows.

"Sebastian Michaelis of the Phantomhive Manor, demon butler." He greets, before sitting back down.

Kyoya's glasses lens flares and he smirks.

"Kyoya Ootori of Ouran Academy and management of the Host Club."

Erwin put a fist over his heart and another on his back in salute.

"Erwin Smith of the Scouting Legion, HA!" He roll calls.

Scar glares at us. "Scar. Survivor of Ishval."

France winks and smiles. "Bonjour, I am France! Or Francis Bonnefoy, if that works~."

"Alright, now that we know each other, can we ask why the hell a crate just appeared?!" Scar says, gesturing to a wooden chest.

I get up out of my chair. "That...wasn't there before…" I mumble.

"Well, who's got the guts to open it?" Asks Erwin.

"Well….YOLO." I announce, walking to said crate.

"...Forget I ever said that." I declare.

I sit on my knees and take a deep breath. I flip open the lid and...nothing. No explosion or immediate death. Nothing. The chest was full of random packages.

"We got presents!" I shouted in a manly way.

I started handing them out to each character. All the names were written in a typewriter format in a dark red. A note was strapped to mine.

'Tatum- Open yours alone. -S+E NVCR' I arched an eyebrow.

Yeah nope. Not trusting with that. I think.

Sebastian rips his open which opens to many silver knives.

He chuckles darkly. "I like this weapon~..."

Scar opens his which is a book for alchemy. "Hm. Okay."

Kyoya's opens to a...pen. But when he clicks it. "Holy shiiiiiit!" He yells.

The pen is now a silvery sword. He clicks it the handle of the sword and it's back to being a pen.

"Mon dieu, what is with all the weapons?" France has a huge box. He opens it and…

"Que se passe-t-il? Un FR F2?!" He shouts, pulling out the sniper rifle.

And a ton of ammo. Erwin's box is with two fold out 3-D Maneuver swords.

"What's in yours, Michael?" Asks Erwin.

The group of men turn to me. A note on regular notebook paper in red typewriter font scrawls a note. I cough.

"To JMT. These are weapons. You do not know why. You will. Anyways, these are the weaknesses of all the characters in the room. Also a weapon for yourself. Be warned, be warned.

-E+S" I read aloud.

A stunned silence fills the room.

"If you wish to open it, Mr. Tatum, I do not blame you." Assures Sebastian.

"You have every reason to be afraid. We did come to your world. If it were switched, I would be worried as well." Sebastian continues.

I take a deep breath and rip it open. A pair of garden shears, a small notebook with the French national flag on it, a black book that reads, 'Ootori Family History By: Yoshio Ootori'. An iron cross, and a tape recorder. A dark red stone and a pistol sit in the box too.

"Here." Scar says simply, tossing me a black book bag.

"Uh, thanks." I say.

I pack everything up.

"While you were doing whatever you were, staring at that stuff, doors appeared." Kyoya says, pointing to some metal double doors.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I ask.

He just smirks and shrugs. I roll my eyes.

"Alright," I announce, standing up.

"You guys ready?" I say, looking at them.

They all nod as I walk to the doors and push them open.

Geek: SHIZA, THAT WAS SHORT. Oh, translation:

Que se passe-t-il? Un FR F2? = What the hell? A FR F2?!

And yes, I did have to look up what an FR F2 is. It's a machine sniper gun made in France which is still used today. And I feel bad for not posting this sooner, so internet hug! In case you haven't noticed, this is a crack fic. I get bored. Fairly easily. I promise the chapter will be longer next time and not suck! Bye! Hope you have a good day!