Author's Note:

I am still freaking pissed at myself for ruining everything in my exams...I wanna punch myself! XC, I just hate it that my mom's gonna get so pissed at me when she finds out.

anyway, I am gonna be writing lesser...so I'll be a bit dormant. Unrequited is back on track and I need more time to write XD! Please send me good vibes from whatever you are, I need them desperately.

GCJakey's Note:

this was just an idea we had...it is usually the AU that visits the normal verse, so what if the normal verse visited our slight OOCverse? XD!

anyway, not really our best work but we enjoyed the concept, we hope you like it, happy Halloween!

Warning: multiple crack pairings used! Um...yeah just your basic DenAme and RusCan. HETALIA:NOT OURS!

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THE SWITCHEROO

Denmark was sprawled in bed, snoring unusually loud (he's usually a quiet sleeper), and his ass slightly stuck out in the air. His muscular arms were peeking out of his comforter and he started hugging his pillow, actually kissing it with his hot tongue begging for 'entrance'.

"America..."he whispered caressing the pillow lovingly. His feet started kicking until it was past his red boxer-briefs. His marvelous back was completely vulnerable with scars littered across it and the longest one ran down his seductive spine.

"...Now that's a great body..." Said another person looking at the sleeping nation.

There was someone else standing near his bed in a black trench coat. He wasn't as large as Denmark in all ways to speak of. He had his axe resting on his shoulders, his blonde hair messily brushed in all directions, and a small hat to top it off. His eyes were blue and his mouth was big. He looked a lot like Denmark...No wait, he looked exactly like Denmark...OH SHIT, HE WAS FUCKING DENMARK!

"Parallel Universe 908 exploration under way~!" The figure screamed, trans-dimensional communicator in hand.

The countries from Universe 1 have successfully made a portal that could travel different dimensions. Last week, they traveled the Nyo-verse (Universe 1/2), then the 2p-verse (Universe -1). They were kinda creepy...well not as creepy as the Hell-verse or Twihard-verse. Then they discovered clusters of dimensions that were identical to their world, though the readings showed that they were still a bit different. So...these universes have pecked on a lot of their interests and it so happened that Denmark AKA Magnus Densen was one of the countries who picked one of the shorter straws.

"Shut up, you're not there to scream!" An annoyed Norwegian replied through the device.

"I don't see the difference between me and him...I mean, he has a bigger bod...and he's taller...and a lot more scars...and I think he has the bigger pen-"

"Just collect the data of the countries there. They may look the same but this is a slight OOC universe, it's so close to our universe that differences are almost ALMOST negligible." Norway re-informed him.

"So...how do I prevent Denmark 908 from interfering?" In-character Denmark was proud of himself, sounding all serious and shit.

"...well, you could hide all of his clothes...then he can't go out because well...h-he doesn't have clothes..." Japan suggested.

"Great idea, min ven!" The Dane cheered. Suddenly there was grumbling. He turned around and saw his parallel version sitting up, half-awake.

The other Denmark scratched his head, sleepy icy-blues staring blankly at the other. His mind was still not registering the image.

"Jeg troede, Jeg hørte min stemme." He thought out-loud before falling back to bed.

Magnus slouched, feeling like he dodged a bullet.

"Aw..." He felt dumbfounded by the cute reaction. "I think he's the Gentle Giant type."

"Can you please go back to your mission before I kick your ass?" Sigurd, the Norwegian, was silently screaming on the other line.

"Alright, alright." Denmark pouted as he closed his communicator. He looked back at his alternate self, wanting to know more about the countries here personally without the need to pretend that he was Denmark 908.

"I hope that they're a lot nicer here."

"...he's a lot hairier...da..." Universe-1 Russia looked over his doppelgänger, a little startled at the huge amount of muscle mass and hair on him. Besides that, he looked taller or rather longer with respects to his point-of-view.

"...I-I think it is because you're in a parallel universe, Mr. Russia..." Lithuania answered, almost crapping himself.

"I know that Liet, I am not an idiot, da?" There was the ever present aura that hang around the Russian.

"I-I'm sorry..." The apology didn't register as Ivan inspected...Ivan. It wasn't just the body, though it made his hearts top, and it wasn't just the morning smell, he has gotten used to stuff like that, it was the smile he had in his sleep. The other him looked happy, genuinely, he felt that this Russia didn't like 'fun' as much as he did.

"So, what is the protocol, comrade?" He asked, still glancing at his 'twin's' body.

"Um...according to Japan, you have to stash his clothes somewhere he can't find them so he can't come to one of their meetings..." Liet swallowed a huge rock.

"That doesn't seem as fun as what I have planned." The violet-eyed nation smiled creepily. " but I will do it to play fair."

Lithuania sighed heavily.

The sleeping Russia rolled over, his one arm and one leg were now dangling on the edge. He started dry-humping the mattress, grunting shamelessly.

"...da...Take it like a man, Canada...Da...da..."he grunted and breathe shakily.

"Who's Canada?" The awake one asked himself confusingly.

The meeting didn't seem that different. They were eventful as always with everybody fighting, the stupid American forcing his shitty plans down everybody's throats, the Nordics were rude to Denmark, the Baltics were afraid of Russia, France and England were at each other's throat, Germany's yelling like crazy, and Italy was doing nothing.

The only thing they noticed was a man who looked like America sitting beside him who kept smiling at Russia, Belarus, who was with a soft-smiling Norway, wasn't groping Russia, and America seemed to be just a tad bit quieter.

So...they concluded that besides the bigger and burlier Denmark and Russia, everything was the same. Well it's a bit too early to say that.

"...I HATE YOU, FUCKING FROG!" England yelled so loudly that the ground shook.

"Ohohohohon...I know you don't mean that...mon coeur" France laced his fingers with the English man.

"I do!" Arthur huffed but he didn't let go of the other's hand. The two nations from Universe-1 made sure to glance every once in a while.

"Arthur...don't be like that...you know that I only flirted with that girl to get us a free meal..." The long-haired nation rested his head on the other's shoulder.

"I'm not angry about that!" The shorter one stopped and looked at France. "...you know that I can pay for it! What's the point of us owning a resort and a catering company if you don't feel that we're secure financially...?"

"Oh, mon Cher..."Francis kissed his lips softly. "...I only did that for fun...you were looking a bit too nervous *like always*..."

"You know I like things private..." England blushed wildly.

"I know, we've been together for one and a half century." France said matter-of-factly.

The happy couple walked passed the stunned duo who were trying to make sense of it.

"A-alright, England and France have always h-had this attraction so n-no biggy..." Denmark-1 reasoned out loudly.

"D-da, nothing weird about that...do they seem fitter than usual?" Russia-1 asked curiously.

"'Noticed that too..." Magnus answered.

"Big brother..." Belarus 908 peeped between the two men, surprising the Belarus-phobic Russia.

"Y-yes, li-little sister?" He turned his head around reluctantly, feeling the sweat run down his pale forehead.

"...you look like you've seen a ghost..." She asked with her right brow raised and arms crossed. She shook her head "Anyway, I'm going out with Lu again...wait...you two look a bit shorter than before..."

"Lu...?" Both men asked in unison.

"Lukas Bondevik...Norway?" She had the 'duh?' face on before walking away to meet her boyfriend who was smiling a bit. His lips made their way to her cheeks and his arm was placed over her shoulders.

"NORGE?!" The Dane was too shocked to even makes sense of what was going on.

"...where are we going?" Germany was being dragged by Netherlands with a smug, cold smile. "L-Lars!"

"I found a restaurant that you might like." He answered Ludwig who was now blushing.

"What about little Italy?" Ivan asked with a frown, this world was too...too much.

"Amore..SADIQ!" Right on cue, Feliciano was jogging towards Turkey who looked all too happy. "What do you wanna do today?" He hugged his bigger lover.

"I want you to row me in one of your gondolas." Sadiq grinned causing Italy to pout. The face his young Italian was making did not go unnoticed. "Hey, I carried you all the way through the city when you got tired form one of your workouts." The Turk added before kissing Italy's forehead.

"What the fuck is fucking going on in this fucking universe?" Denmark-1 was pulling his hair, this was too fucking crack! Everybody was with someone they least expected...and they even seemed happy.

"How're ya, Vany?" A buffer, buffer than him actually, America lifted Russia and hugged him tightly. Russia got irritated but faltered.

"Oh...privyet, America." He answered causing Alfred to look up, confused.

"Um...sure." He brought the shorter-than-usual Russia. "Why aren't you calling me Al or Al-dude or awesome-bud...? Do you have a fever?" He placed his gloved hands on Ivan's forehead. The other was blushing crazily.

"D-da..." He answered. America smiled at the man behind Russia, causing said man to blush.

"Den-dude! 'You still wanna go to the art museum?" America 908 tapped the Dane's tensed shoulder. He scrambled around, caught by surprise. He looked at Russia who gestured him to say yes.

"U-um...Ja, Ja I do, America..." He grinned, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Then parallel America looked at him doubtfully.

"You look smaller all of the sudden." He looked up, wandering how their five-six inch difference became two inches only.

"Um...my height g-gets affected by my position on earth..hehehe" he lied nervously, glancing at the younger nation before him. Just then, the world stopped.

He looked a bit different from their America. His eyes were a bit more relaxed and his smile was softer. His hair had a light strawberry tone at the base. He looked smarter, he looked hotter.

"Okay, dude, if you say so." He turned his back and started to walk away with hands on the back of his head. "You coming?"

The flustered Magnus did nothing but nod and follow. Ivan waved him goodbye before deciding to go back and toy with others.

He was walking calmly before bumping in to somebody.

"Sorry, Vany..." The soft voice said. The name annoyed Russia-1 so much but then a firm grip on his shoulder was enough to bring him out of it. He looked down to see the shorter but more built young man who looked a lot like America, except for the lighter, blonder hair, the soft purple eyes, and the paler skin.

"D-da, um..." He smiled apologetically. Canada smiled sadly.

"I'm your best friend...Canada? Mattie, remember?" He asked a little bit hurt. When Russia-1 couldn't reply, he decided to just turn around and head somewhere else.

"Where are you going comrade, Caniada?" He asked, feeling a little guilty.

"Canada." The other turned back to face Russia with angry-eyes. " I'm going to Al and Denmark. At least, my brother notices me." Mattie slouched with an air of rejection. "We were gonna go find a costume for Halloween but..eh, I guess you forgot all about it."

"I...I...remember, I was joking around with you!" Russia laughed nervously, patting the broader back.

"That settles it, we're gonna find costumes for Halloween" Canada smiled, dragging the lighter-built Russia by the wrist.

Russia was miserable getting up from bed, his back was sore for some strange reason and his bed was unusually wet, not only from the huge sweating problem he had being in Italy and all. Just then his miserable morning face became more miserable with the sudden feeling of barfing and shitting.

He was stupid to think that eating a questionably clean piece of banana cream pie would settle well with his stomach. He's eaten shit but he isn't superhuman.

He ran for the bathroom but half-way through his feet were starting to give way.

"URANUS, DON'T FAIL ME NOW!" He grunted, crawling with his arms. He dragged his immobilized lower-half into his bathroom, not giving a fuck in closing the door. He had to shit everything so that he can meet his wonderful Canada, he cannot be late, he'd die if he saw Mattie looking at him with such contempt.

Denmark, on the other hand, felt great waking up, but he was curious as to why he slobbered so much on his pillow. He went towards the kitchen area which was behind the living area, parallel to the balcony. The mid-morning sun was warm and welcomed. He boiled some water and got some instant coffee, courtesy of the hotel he was staying at.

He looked at the time and was a bit surprised that he actually slept that long and that he must've missed the meeting by now. Oh well, at least he had a good night's sleep. He stared at the expensive-looking wall clock for a good minute before his sleepy eyes widened within his rimless glasses.

"SHIT! I'm fucking late for my date!" What he meant by date was his bro-date with America. They talked about going to an art museum America saw online. It meant a lot to Matthias since Alfred seemed to become really interested at going to art exhibits ever since he learned that the Dane made a living out of paintings. And heart surgeries. And blueprint-making.

He rummaged through his closet only to he surprised that his clothes were missing. He checked for a good half-hour, but nothing. He got his robe ad decided to go down the main lobby, since the room service phone was dead. The door was fucking locked. He could break it, it would be like snapping a twig, but taking a closer look at the knob made him irk and pull away.

He was locked in for sure, he'd rather be than paying for a doorknob that cost a million euros.

"Hey, Vany, do you think that if I go as a vampire...people would notice me?" Canada pulled his shirt off, his back facing a blushing Russian. He was actually muted, not being able to comprehend that a muscular young man was stripping in front of him. The others violet briefs were noticeable, his pants not really giving that much grip around the taut and narrow waist.

"I do think that more people will notice you if you went topless." Ivan suggested frankly causing Mattue to laugh sarcastically.

" if you can get Al shirtless then I'd go shirtless too...it's a twin thing." He tied his silky hair in a pony-tail, making his muscles ripple awesomely.

"You and...Al...are close, da?" Russia asked, glancing secretively at the powerful chest and the taut abs.

"We're twins, aren't we? What's with the question? You two are best buds...we're all best buds...did you tease him about his catnip problem again?" The callused hand of Canada rested on the smaller shoulder of Russia-1. The soft purples looked curiously over the Russian.

"You feel smaller...come to think of it, you look small-" he was interrupted by the ring of wind chimes of the store, much to Ivan's relief.

"J, I don't think that we should wear matching outf-" Sweden was cut off by his lover's smug grin.

"Oh come on, Waldy, I know you want to..."the shorter man laughed before noticing Canada and smiled.

"G'day mate, 'just finding costumes f'me and my bloke." He waved happily before looking at Canada. "Ivan, I hope you don't tell anyone..." Berwald nodded in agreement. Russia has not seen Sweden this embarrassed yet happy.

Russia smiled innocently and nodded. He irked inwardly, feeling disgusted at how he too was getting infected by the happier and more peaceful air.

"It's really funny how people think that they have love figured out...you would not believe how weird Berwald and Jett's story is..." Mattie started to peel off his pants. Russia's nose was bleeding. His thighs were huge...and the bulge was respectable.

"Dude, don't look at me like that, eh? We can't all be as big as you..." Mattie pouted sourly, returning the flushed look of Ivan.

Denmark was sitting down on a table in a gelato parlor, his mind hurt from keeping the charades up. America kept on asking questions about what some of the crappy abstract works meant, all he could do was smile and make stuff up, at least he fell for it. He suddenly he felt guilty though and a bit jealous of Denmark 908, from how America treated him, he must've been really smart.

"Hey, want some Gelato?" He snapped his cobalt eyes to see America handing him some coffee and caramel gelato, which he gladly accepted. The American had a light Texan accent that he never noticed before.

"So...was the art museum awesome?" The built American was sat just beside the Dane.

"I-it was. How about you? You seem to have a hard time understanding the paintings..." Denmark said smugly, earning a mischievous smirk from America.

"I was just making sure you knew what you were talking about...think of it as revenge for bugging me with questions about Shakespeare, min ven!" He smiled.

"Y-you speak Danish?" Denmark couldn't believe his own ears.

"Dude, you've heard me speak Danish a lot of times already. What didn't you get when I told you all languages?" America emphasized the last words before taking a spoon full of chocolate to his mouth.

"S-sorry..." The Dane looked down, taking a spoonful of gelato to his mouth. Why did he feel worse?

"Det er fint, I mean knowing more than twenty languages is admirable too, Den-dude!" He smiled warmly, his hand sending tingles down Denmark's back.

"Why are you acting differently?" Magnus just had to ask.

"We've been over this..."Alfred looked at him confusingly. "But, it's because I know a lot of people don't like me...and I-I just don't feel comfortable being me around them. So, I act the way my boss wants me to act..."he said shyly. He looked away for a moment before gaining enough composure to look at Magnus.

The sudden move, made the Dane lose grip on his cup and accidentally spilled the frozen treat on America, who immediately stood up.

"Undsklyd." He apologized lately, he got some pieces of tissue and before he knew it, he also spilled some coke on the American's crisp white shirt. Again, he looked up embarrassed as ever only to feel comfort in America's soft smile.

"Det er fint." He answered again.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Denmark asked out-of-the-blue.

"'Coz yer my best friend and after Mattie, I trust you the most...then I kinda trust Francis and Arthur..." Alfred blushed, not noticing that the man's hand was still grazing along his body.

America peeled off his jacket and collared shirt in one go, leaving a white wife-beater that was as dry as a bone.

The older nation marveled, caught completely off-guard by how built this America was. His arms were pumped and by the way the shirt hugged his body, he was certain that he was very-well built, not having an inch of fat at all since the six bumps were seen very clearly through the cloth.

"D-dude..s-seriously, stop looking at me like that...I forgot to work-out this mornin'" the flustered American said shyly, immediately covering up his awesome body with his baggy jacket.

"Oh...s-sorry..." Denmark apologized again, was this is new favorite word?

"Hey, Mattie!" America ran up to his brother he was just as happy to see him. Alfred looked at Ivan, wandering why he kept looking at him like he was some sort of prey.

"Hey, Mattie...did you notice the ambiguous aura hanging over Vany, the one that you can't tell whether he's happy or sad thing?" He asked his twin, who was in his brother's tight hug.

"Yup. I asked him if he was taking the supplements China gave to him. He said no...he has to stop taking those pills." Mattie answered worriedly.

"Yeah, Vany, you should tell China that you don't love him the way he loves you...it's getting really weird, he posted a picture of you two being 'lovey-dovey'." The twins grinned.

"Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom." Canada said, walking away from the three.

"I'll come with you!" America tugged along.

"So..." The two nations left looked at each other.

"Canada's chatty...sweet...shy...hunky...hilarious..."

"America's multilingual...smart...hot...nice...knows a lot of jokes..."

"Well, MATTIE stripped right in front of me!" Russia snootily raised his head.

"I groped AL's awesome body!" Denmark butted his head with the other nation, having almost the same intensity as his love-hate relationship with Sve.

"They're acting a bit odd..." America commented, changing to his spare shirt. "...now, I know that this may sound weird but do you think th-"

"They're not who they say they are?" Canada said before flushing and stepping out of his stall.

"Yup. I mean...Denmark's my best friend...but he doesn't seem to know me as well as yesterday, actually." America buttoned slowly, looking at his brother who was washing his hands.

"...Vany's bent on world domination..." Canada added, lathering his hands in a thick foam.

"Now that cannot be Ivan..." Just then their phones went off.

"Hello." "Bonjour."

"Den-dude?" "Vany?"

"What do you mean you're locked inside your room, I've been with you all day." America practically screamed.

"What the fuck? I've been stuck here with my clothes all missing!" Denmark returned the volume in full.

"Then why the fuck didn't you kick the door down?" Alfred was skeptical.

"The door's worth a million fucking euros...ya can't just shit that!" Matthias became frantic,worried about his friend. "Leave that imposter, he might hurt ya!"

"Oh hell no! I'm gonna deal with that bastard!" Al rolled his sleeves, definitely wanting to beat the crap out the man he's been spending his whole day with.

"Be careful then...I can't live with myself if he hurt ya!" The Dane didn't even know what he was saying anymore.

America didn't seem to register it to, being filled with adrenaline. "I will! I'll be on my way once I'm done." He hung up, then he felt realization hit me. He squealed loudly...Denmark cared for him that much.

"I told you not to eat that pie! Wait, how are you there if I've been spending the whole day with you?" Canada asked his friend, he was in dire need of medical attention.

"What the hell do you mean? I've been shitting all over the place!" Russia was panicking, not only was his ass sore but his heart suddenly fluttering in worry.

"Shit! It wasn't you, I'm on my way...but not before I have a little talk with the other you." Canada's face was angry but he didn't know why yet.

"Careful. I'll still be on the toilet when you're done." Russia hung up, returning to continue his business.

The twins' eyes were on fire, they looked at each other knowing that all hell will be breaking lose in a few seconds.

Magnus and Ivan were now having a serious argument, they were rolling all-over the place both cursing in their native tongues, which made either not understand each other.

Just then the twins stepped in with faces almost unreadable. They picked the two men by their collars with strength that was unparalleled to them.

"I just had a call from you...you said that you were crapping all over the place and hat you were suffering so much that your guts were cramped and you couldn't even stand up." Canada smiled evilly at the sacred Russian, he felt as scared as when he was with Belarus.

"Well, Denmark just called saying that he was locked in his room...strange 'coz I've been hanging out with you, isn't it?" The smile was very very cold, like Sve's looks.

Before the two could make up an excuse, they were thrown to a dark alley way. America yanked the Dane's right sleeve.

"DAMN IT! 'SHOULD'VE KNOWN! If you were Denmark then you would've had his tattoo...and some hair on yer forearms...and don't give me that fuck about height change! Bastard, that's impossible! I've been working out with him for so long that I've seen his hot..tall...hairy..muscly bod!" Just then, America blushed and hid his face. Magnus couldn't swallow the stone on his throat.

Canada pulled Russia's scarf off, waiting for the reaction he was hoping for.

"The Russia I know laughs like crazy when his scarf's off...sensitive to the wind you see..." Ivan was sweating and was immobilized in fear.

They heard bones breaking as Mattie's jaws unhinged adjusting to the rows of jagged, mid-angled, needle-teeth that were forcing his mouth to open wide. Then his soft purples turned to bright-red with the pupil turning into narrow slits.

Then there was a low leonine growl, America's canines were sharper his to give licking his lips like a wild animal. His eyes became brilliant-yellow and unbelievably cat-like. His claws came out and his back hunched, ready to pounce.

"What the hell are you two?" They screamed, unbelievably scared. They wanted to go home now, like RIGHT NOW!

"Your worst nightmare..." They smiled sadistically as they moved closer. The two nations stood their ground, they could fight them off...they were awesome.

Sadly, the NA twins were a lot more awesome.

"DEN-DUDE! I found yer clothes outside!" America ha a bag full of clothes in one hand and Magnus,tied, over his shoulder.

"So...this is the little imposter..." The full view of the Dane's body was mind-boggling. Magnus was flushed and looked away.

"You're smaller than me, I think!" Matthias placed his hands on his knees and inspected the other like he was some sort of wild game. He smiled widely and fixed his glasses.

"I'm really sorry, okay, we didn't think about this plan all the way through..." Magnus was placed on the sofa, still bound by rope.

"Alright, I've calmed down..." America smiled softly once more, both Denmarks blushed as Al untied Denmark-1. "I'm sorry 'bout all this too...but you have to start making sense..."

"We're from universe-1...we saw some universes that resembled ours, almost picture-perfect actually...we called them, mild-alterations or slight OOC-verses. Yours is universe 908." Magnus said the whole story catching the interest of both blondes.

"Wow...I don't know how to reply to that..." Matthias thought of an answer but nothing came up.

"Yours is way more awesome. First, America isn't really stupid...he has a twin...everybody's happy..." Magnus smiled sadly, rubbing his wrists.

"Well...it isn't a walk in the park...my life's still a little miserable...you can see my scars, right?" The taller Dane pointed out his numerous scars. The shorter one nodded.

"Mine too..." America took off his left glove showing a huge burn mark that ran up from the side of his pinky, around half of his palm and a bit on his wrist. "...it's not my only scar...what about your America?"

"He's childish and chooses not to talk about personal things...but from what I've seen...no, he doesn't have any..." Magnus looked away, the burn looked very serious.

"So...mind telling me where ya got that?" Mat asked over protectively, already inspecting the huge burn.

"It's a very long story...mind tellin' yers?" America pointed at the huge and numerous scars, feeling obligated to be a shock absorber for him.

"One of these days..." Denmark smiled sadly, Al nodded in agreement.

"See, that's what I'm talking about...you guys seem happier..." The statement made Matthias swing his bare arms over his best bud's shoulders. Alfred chuckled, bringing his hand over his friends chest to support the weight.

"That's 'coz we're best friends...*thoughIwanthimtobemyloverbutohwell*" the two laughed loudly.

"Vany!?" Canada kicked the door open, dragging the other Russia.

"I'm over here, but don't come over...the smell of my shit's too much!" Russia tried his best to make his best friend laugh even if he was practically screaming in pain.

"Did you clean your ass? Did you flush the toilet? Do you have anything on?" Canada tossed other Russia to a soft sofa, he waited by the bathroom's door...already smelling the crap.

"D-da!" Ivan answered weakly, with that Mattie opened the door and kept himself from breathing as he picked his best friend up, army style.

The hair on his massive abs made Canada's wool jacket to form static, which was a little painful in Ivan's case. He was then brought down to a chair, a warm blanket wrapped around him, and a cup of tea was placed in front of him.

"I'm used to Alfred's stomach problems...so here, make yourself well." Canada smiled before punching his best friend's arms softly. "Have you thought of shaving?" He asked randomly, causing his friend to blush.

"W-why?" He asked worriedly.

"Well, you just got staticed! Anyway, I'm just messing with you! I mean the hairy-teddy -bear thing's really working for you."

"D-da..." Ivan felt so giggly inside, he suddenly looked at the almost identical Russia gagged and bound. "...so did he cause any trouble?"

"No actually...me and Al just flipped for some strange reason...like we were pissed at them...and worried 'bout you..." Mattie answered, unsure of the feelings and tremors that have been plaguing him recently.

"...why are you so happy? Why can't I? Why can't I have someone become one with me?" This was the first thing that Russia asked when the gag came off.

"Um...I don't try to conquer and force myself on people...I think positively...I don't have ulterior motives...I know when I'm wrong...my awesome personality!" The last one made Canada laugh so hard that he almost lost balance.

"Keep telling yourself that, eh?" He laughed louder, causing Russia to sulk.

"Sorry...sorry..." Mattie calmed down, patting his friend's unbelievably broad back.

"Say...other...Russi-" before he could finish, Russia-1 was gone.

"I think that universe 908's a good one..." Magnus smiled as he stated his report, this was one of the few times he actually liked what he was reporting about.

"Da, it is very...different from ours in its own way..." Russia agreed, showing pictures he got of everybody from 908, happy and in-love.

"B-but...we're with people that we don't usually hang with, dudes...plus, Russia? Come on..." America interrupted, shoving his face with a burger.

"Well, ya can't do anything if their best buds there, Al..." Denmark smiled nostalgically, wishing that America was as much mature as Al.

"...and I appreciate Belarus dating a man who she's not related to..." Ivan added, just then Belarus came from behind and hugged him tightly.

"I will only love you." She smiled creepily.

And then just like that the meeting was full of curses, violence, and stupidity.