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Sherlock was alone in his mind palace when the portal opened in front of his apartment.

He had been working on a particularly troubling case for the past week or so. And, on today of all days, John had been out shopping for milk, jam (Sherlock often wondered if John was as addicted to jam as he was to nicotine when not on a case), and some other supplies.

Anyway, the portal had sent out a shock wave that resulted in a 5.0 earthquake, something that would definitely shake Sherlock out of his reverie. His first instinct after the quake was to look out the window and see what was it that had interrupted his train of thought. And what he saw stunned him.

John?- SH

We might have a little bit of a problem. -SH

What? And what was that earthquake? -JW

This better not be one of your experiments. -JW

Seriously, John? One of my experiments? I'm not Nikola Tesla. -SH

I don't know about that… -JW

No, John, it's not one of my experiments. -SH

Well, good. -JW

It's this: -SH

*sends a picture of five countryballs in a circle in the middle of the road, afraid. USA is facing the camera, blood pouring down from his wound. The street is empty.*

Are those… -JW

Yup. Could you please come? -SH

Sherlock, if this is a joke, it's not funny. -JW

John, this is not a joke. -SH

I don't have Photoshop on my phone. -SH

And the picture was just taken. -SH

(one minute later)

I'm coming over right now. -JW

You're lucky I was just out of the store when you texted me. It looks like USAball might need medical attention. -JW

Don't rub it in, John. -SH

And USAball? -SH

Yes. It's what the creators of the Countryballs called them: the country name, followed by -ball. -JW

Oh. I'll have to look that up in the mind palace sometime. -SH

(another minute passes)

So, while you're coming, what should I do? -SH

I don't really know. They look rather scared, so maybe invite them in? -JW

And try to stop the bleeding on USA's wound; it looks rather serious. -JW

Yeah, now that I think about it, try to invite them in. -JW

I'm only 8 min away. -JW

Meanwhile, outside 221B, the five countryballs were huddled together, quite scared and amazed at their surroundings.

"Sweet baby Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," USAball said, "… *wince* ow, my head hurts."

"Well, this is not something that happens everyday…" UKball said, beads of sweat appearing on him.

"Sacrè bleu…" Franceball said.

"Höly schnitzel.." Germanyball said.

"I am of havings no words…" Polandball said.

Suddenly, the door behind them opened, letting out a tall man with curly, black hair, wearing a purple scarf and a gray wool overcoat. He looked rather scary and imposing, and the countryballs responded by backing away from this man, not knowing what to expect.

But then he spoke.

"It is quite obvious that you are all scared, and you don't want to be out here where you could attract attention to yourselves. Why don't you come in?"

He said it in a rather casual manner. The other countryballs didn't know what to expect; however, USAball was the first to speak.

"Excuse me, but, who are you?"

"The name is Sherlock Holmes."

"And how do we know that we'd be safer with you than out here?"

"Well, out here, a strange being like you could be taken advantage of. Not everybody is the same here. Plus," Sherlock responded as the USA tried to protest, "my roommate is a doctor, and you have a pretty nasty head wound."

"But-"

"Son," UKball said, "why not just take the kind man up on his offer and just go inside?"

*sigh* "Fine."

Son? Sherlock thought. That's interesting.

As every countryball went in, they were amazed by how tall everything was. However, when everybody reached the stairs, everybody except USAball was able to climb up.

"Hey, USA," Germany said, "vhay don't you come up?"

"Oh, c'mon, Germany," USA said, "you know I can't go up."

"Yes," Sherlock said without looking, "because you are overweight."

"Excuse me?"

Sherlock turned his head suddenly to USA and started looking at him with his usual "deduction" look.

"You are also addicted to oil and hamburgers. You have gone over several detoxes and diets, none of which has worked, because you cheated on your diet. You are also addicted to spreading your idea of freedom around, which has lead to some devastating results. The UK is your father, and either France or Spain is your mother, most likely Spain, because your second language is Spanish, although you are not fluent in it. Am I correct?"

Silence.

Then USA's shades fall off.

"HOW THE- ow, my head- how the HECK do you know all that about me?!"

"I'll explain once we get you up these stairs and treat that nasty wound of yours."

"Well, that's fine and all, but I still can't go up these stairs."

*sigh* "Fine, I'll carry you up."

Once everybody had reached the flat, Sherlock set USA down and began to get the other countryballs (who were quite amazed at pretty much everything) settled.

"Ok, now; the loo is down the hall over there. There are snacks in the cupboards, and Mrs. Hudson can make some tea. Poland, please don't touch those chemicals."

Suddenly, the countryballs amazement was interrupted by a moan from USAball.

"Uh, guys, I really don't feel to gooo…"

Then he fainted.

Uh, John? USA just fainted. -SH

Oh, God…- JW

Get USA onto the couch and keep him straight up. -JW

I'm only a minute away. -JW

What a twist! What do you think will happen next?

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