I happened all at once. The dark haired Alfred attacked them and the slightly darker blonde Matthew held the blonde Alfred when something came out of nowhere blocking it. The bat crazed America jumped back and soon Canada with him.

As this happened, Francis, Arthur, Yao, Matthew, and Ivan rounded the corner and saw this unusual fight. The Arthur with Blue and pink eyes quirkily explained about the Parallel world as they watched this fight between the other Russia and France VS Other America and Canada.

On the other side Arthur with green eyes watched. That Alfred and Matthew had their weapons as a bat and hockey stick. The only different was the bat was dark color as if it had been soak in blood with wrap band aid around the top torn here and there and twisted nails in it. The hockey stick also had band aids but instead of nails it had broken shards of glass that had splatters of blood on his. Then suddenly they came towards them when smoke filled the place and a yelp was heard. Soon it vanished and…

the two player America and Canada were gone.

"And then we heard you guys and came here to help…" Shorted haired China said. "You need to be carefully. They were playing 'nice' today. Oh, and welcome back, Arthur."

"We need to go back before they find out England's back." Said the deep voice Russia. "They won't stay back for long. If they retreated it was probably because they didn't see you showing up."

No one said a word but fallowed. When they got back to the base that was disguised as a tree trunk they all got into it. For tow hours they went over what had happened, meeting each other, and it was awkward when America and Canada weren't really a comfort, but they got over it soon.

"So, what now? Can we get back or what?" Alfred asked.

"You can't get back until we have the book." The mean looking Francis said. "But some imbecile lost it."

"Shut up you git! The only reason I lost it was because someone didn't tell me what was going on!"

Once everyone left into the base which was huge. Well it was made for thousands of humans and now just for those who lived here. Walking around Arthur rubbed his tried green eyes and went looking for Francis. He bet that git didn't even noticed that he wasn't the same Arthur. Well he was going to give him an ear full-

"Huh…?" Arthur breathed out.

There sitting on bench was Francis, and he knew which one because of the bright clothing, was sitting there with an arm wrapped around the other Arthur's waist and the other was leaning on him happily listening to the sweet nothings that was being said to him.

Watching with out noticing his mouth was a little a gap, Arthur took two steps back. He would never admit it but he was the jealous type. Very jealous. Long ago when he realized he was in love with France he got jealous when he saw how much time him and Spain spent together and tried to kill Spain to get him out of the way.

Holding his breath as he frowned angrily clenching his fist to his chest trying to keep from screaming as his cheek turned red with anger when Francis kissed the other's forehead, Arthur could hear the slight sound coming out of his mouth like a anger hum.

Suddenly something clamped over his mouth and he was carried away like a doll. Shocked he started to struggle when he was set down.

"Jealous can kill. I would prefer if you leave him alone. For you see he deserves the attention."

"Ivan… you scary me when you talk like that…"

"I'm not your Ivan, I'm this world's Ivan."

"I know but still… and I'm not jealous! I wasn't even looking at them!"

Chuckling Ivan patted his head like a child's. "That is true? Well, I must be going."

"And where are you heading off too?" Arthur said folding his arms and tapping his foot.

"To speak with the blond America. I think he can help us."

Watching as he left Arthur turned back and walked back felt his heart pang. They were gone. Chewing on his lip he looked around. He would find them. Besides the other Arthur already had a Francis.

As he hurried he head a painful cry. Picking up speed he bumped into the person he loved. Looking up and then to the side he was that jerk, the other Francis, pulling the other Arthur away by the wrist. Rather rough. Hen Francis started forwards he held onto his arm as tight as he could.

"Let them go… it's not our world… it's theirs…"

"Angleterre, do you see that brute? He is not a nation of love, but cruelty! Let go I need to help him!"

"No! It has nothing to do with us!"

Looking own Francis frowned and tried to get Arthur off of him. "It has if we see it. I need to help him."

"No, you won't! It's their relationship, their world, their rules! We need to go home!"

"Let go. Now." Francis growled.

"No!"

"How would you like to be treated like, hm? Hurt by the one you love? He different form you, Mon cher, he has no idea that isn't love but abuse!"

"So, what then? You're going to show him what love is? God, just stay out of it! If you should be showing any love to someone it should be me!"

"… Pardon?"

"I-I-I- mean, th-tha-that y-you sh-shouldn't get in-involved with them!" Arthur yelled blushing. 'Bugger!'

"I… should be showing love to you?"

"Well, er- um…?"

Suddenly lips touched in a quick peck. "Mon cher, I have always shown you love since we were children. Come I think we need a talk, non? And just so you know I was not falling in love with him. He asked me why a kiss hurt so I kissed his forehead and told him I shouldn't hurt. Did it hurt you?"

"No…" Arthur blushed increased as he was lead away. "Alright… we can go find him… anyway that guys is an arse… Um, Francis?"

"Oui?"

"Uh… how long have you've…?"

"Longer then you know."

"I told you not go messing around with things did I? Now look what you've done!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Arthur cried loudly covering his head with his hands. "Arthur didn't mean to, didn't mean… He just wanted to bring Francis a book-"

Francis turned and slapped him as hard as he could. "And look what happened! Embodiments from another world are here! Now Alfred and Matthew have the book!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it always hurts…" Sobbed Arthur holding his cheek.

Shut up!"

"I think little England has had enough da?"

They looked at the door. The other Russia stood there with Vodka in one hand and he had this childish smile on his face. the other world's Russia.

"This doesn't concern you." Francis glared.

"Ah, but little comrade looks afraid and is crying da? Come here little comrade, I'll take your friend the strange little China."

The other Arthur went and held onto Russia.

"Fine take the little slut! I don't care." France glared and left.

When he was gone, Ivan still smiled and looked down. "Does he always hit you like that~?"

Still sobbing a little Arthur nodded. "I love Francis, I love Francis… but Francis doesn't love me…"