When France saw the other's double, he gasped loudly and froze.

England was, what it had looked like, arguing with his exact counterpart. The only difference was the soft pink hair and blue eyes with pink rings in them, and the horridly outrageous pink and baby blue sweater vest, along with a white shirt and beige slacks.

"I told you we should've gone to the closet~." The double purred.

"Oliver, shut up!" England hissed back at him. So... this other England was named "Oliver"?

"E-England? What's going on?" France asked with a dry throat.

"Not now, France!" England snapped, while "Oliver" looked delighted.

"Oh, my~! You're France? You haven't beaten me yet, so I can assume you're a nice person, too, hello~!" Oliver ran over and hugged him, sending France into the doorway, grunting as the smaller man hugged him. "Haha! You smell nice too~! Much better than dirty, ol', Louis." France had no idea who this man or Louis was, but right now, everybody was staring at them.

"Y-You are too kind, Mr...?"

"Oh~! No need for formality! You can call me Oliver!"

"R-Right. C-Can you please let go? You're kind of suffocating me..." France said in a strained voice.

"Oh my~! I'm so sorry!" Oliver let go, worry filling his eyes, his fingers splayed across he face, but just ghosting his cheeks.

"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?! THERE ARE TWO OF HIM?!" Romano screeched. Oliver was over to his chair, hovering above him in a second. "What the hell do you want?"

"$10 in the jar. Now." Oliver held up a jar, filled with money, a scowl on his face.

"Why the hell-"

"$15!"

"Not until you tell me why I have to put money in your fu-"

"$25!"

"HERE." Romano threw a twenty and a five dollar bill at him, huffing as Oliver smiled and skipped, yes, skipped back to England, hugging him and snuggling his face into his chest/neck/shoulder area.

"Mind explaining who this is?" Germany asked through clenched teeth.

"This is-"

"I'm Oliver~!" After glaring at said man, England continued.

"Like I was going to say, this is my double from an alternate dimension. Some how, he was able to get through the barriers and wound up in my house..."

"Why did you look so pale, then? What about the rose?" America asked.

"Well, Oliver is my exact opposite in a few ways."

"...Meaning...?"

"I'm completely insane, love~" Oliver purred.

"Not only that, he acts like everything I don't. He doesn't cuss, yell, or stand up to others, but rather flirts and mothers everything, cries a lot and is off his rocker. He forced me to wear the rose."

"Only because it made you cuter, love~" Oliver winked at him, as England sighed.

"Wait, does that mean he can cook better than you?" Italy asked stupidly.

"SHUT THE B-" Oliver clapped a hand over his mouth and smiled warmly at Italy.

"Yes~! Oliver can cook anything~!"

"Even pasta!?" Italy asked excited.

"Well... I've never tried! But it would probably turn out good~! In the meantime, would you like a cupcake~?" Oliver said, pulling out a beautiful cupcake from thin air.

"YA~Y!" England pried off Oliver's hand from his face.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!"

"Why~?"

"YOU POSION EVERYTHING YOU COOK! I had to go to the hospital because of you!" Oliver giggled as the other nations looked with horror. A hospital?! Nations never had to go to a hospital! EVER. Which meant...

Every nation blanched. Better stay away from this England's cooking as well...

"B-But-"

"I'm sorry, but no!" Oliver sniffed, and a single tear fell down his face, running through the, now apparent, make-up, revealing a thin trail of freckles.

"O-Oh dilly-dolly..." He sniffed, reaching up a hand to his cheek."

"Oh, come now, please don't cry..." England said, getting a handkerchief and wiping away his tears, Oliver immediately applying more make-up to the area to hide his horrid freckles. "Do you want to go home now?"

"Yes, please."

"Non, how about we go out for drinks instead~?" France said, presenting a rose to Oliver, who blushed a pale pink and took the rose with a small, shy smile.

"W-what?! NO! I will not let you defile him!" England swatted the rose out of Oliver's hand, who watched as it fell to the floor, a small frown on his face.

"Sorry, sweetie. I don't drink."

Earlier, when the they had been distracted, France had taken the time to look over this new England, with slightly more feminine curves than that of his counterpart, with the lighter hair, that almost seemed pink, and his abnormal blue eyes with the pink rings in them. He wasn't even focusing fully on France unless he spoke, and when he did, he didn't cuss or yell at him, but rather listened and smiled sweetly, instead calling him 'sweetie'.

Needless to say, France found this extremely cute.

"Well, you don't have to drink, cher."

"Oh~?"

"Can you drive?" He giggled.

"But of course~!" England, who had been spluttering denials in the corner finally snapped out of it.

"NO! I refuse! He is under my care as of the day he came here, and I do not want him going to such a place with you of all people!"

"But why~? He is rather nice."

"No, he is a bloody frog!"

"But why? What did he do?"

"Too many things to name right now."

"I'm going to go, England."

"WHAT?!" Oliver flinched a bit when he yelled, and hid behind France as he stated:

"Well... everyone here seems rather nice to me. I mean, back at home everybody beats me and tells me I look ridiculous, especially Louis!" Oliver said, averting his eyes as he played with the rose that had been dropped.

"Louis?" France asked.

"Um...France."

"Oh...! I would never do something like that!"

"R-Really?"

"Non! Let's go!" France gestured to everybody in the room to come with them as they headed to the bar, as England face-palmed and followed them.