This will now focus on two other subplots in the 1P World. Let's see how things are going for them. Review please!

America was able to learn the name of his new guest, Allen. This guy was stubborn and a jerk. He refused to talk to America and wouldn't eat anything he offered. It made America even more frustrated when he found out it was because he was a vegetarian. It would've helped, if Allen had said something before instead of giving him a hard time about it.

It was lunchtime and America made Allen a wrap with nothing, but vegetables. Allen snatched the wrap, then turned his back again, refusing to talk. America was incredibly annoyed.

"Hey, you don't have to be a jerk," America said. "I'm trying to help you."

"You want to help? Leave me the fuck alone!" Allen shouted as America left before slamming the door.

"God damnit! What is wrong with this guy!?" America shouted before marching himself outside to the backyard. At least he was allowed to vent out his frustration in the countryside, while tending to his farm animals. He grabbed a brush, then walked into the stables where several horses were seen. "Allen thinks he can treat me like shit just because he's upside down. If it were England, he'd probably just let the asshole fall into the sky. Maybe that's what I need to do."

America felt a nose push him from behind as he turned, then said, "yah, yah, I see ya."

Actually, no, he couldn't. America had to feel this invisible unicorn England gave to him for his 200th birthday. Why did England have to give America something he couldn't see? He could've just stuck with the second Liberty Bell and a fine horse he could see, but noooooooooooooooooooo. It had to be a freakin' unicorn that America couldn't see and had to feel where his mane was.

"Why does Allen have to be such a jerk? What have I ever done for him, besides save his ass? The least he could do is thank me for not letting him fall into the sky!" America said in frustration, carefully bushing the invisible mane. He then began brushing the fur of the unicorn. "He's stubborn too. He refuses to look at me in the eye or talk to me. Geez! Even Iggy isn't this stubborn and the only country I can think of that is even remotely close to this asshole is..." He groaned, pressing his head on the unicorn's body. "Actually, Molossia is worse than him. Allen at least told me he was a vegetarian. Molossia would just keep saying 'fuck off' or something." America began brushing the other side of the unicorn. "Molossia is a lot of things, but if I know him well, he'd be scared. Not just of falling into the sky, but he... isn't good with social interaction." Then, it suddenly hit America. He turned toward the location of where he assumed the head of the horse was. "Do you think that could be why Allen is acting like this? Could he not be very good with socializing too?"

America couldn't hear the unicorn he named Unicorn, but it still helped get some things off his chest. He knew the animal was there by touch, but that was the closest he could come to any contact. Anything else was unheard and unseen. Still, it didn't keep America from talking to Unicorn or any of his other horses.

A smile came upon his lips as he said, "I think I know what to do. Thanks, Uni." He gently petted Unicorn's mane before walking out of the stable.

Returning back, America entered inside the room Allen was eating in with a brown bag of food in his hands. Allen turned back and glared.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me the fuck alone!?" Allen glared angrily.

"Yes," America replied calmly.

"Well... go then!"

America sat down on his desk chair, being that this was his bedroom, then took out a hamburger from the bag and chips. He also had his bottle of soda with him. Allen groaned in frustration.

"Fine, do what you want, you fucking piece of shit!" Allen shouted, sitting cross-legged and eating his wrap upside down with crumbs falling onto the floor. "Not like you're any help anyways! You're just leaving me here in this fucking place and doing everything for me! It's not like I give a shit!" He angrily took another bite. "It's your stupid England's fault for all of this, you know. Why does he have to use his fucking magic to bring me here!? Now, I can't even go to the bathroom without pissing at the moon or something! I may not even be able to get laid anymore!"

"Technically, you can, but it would be incredibly difficult," America corrected, chuckling a bit.

"Well, it certainly would be an interesting way of humping," Allen snorted, then chuckled.

"Look at it this way. At least you'll be able to say that you were humping the ceiling."

Allen almost choked on his food before bursting into laughter. The duo began laughing together before freezing, then Allen went back to glaring and eating again. He then looked out the window, glaring at the sky bellow. He finished his food, then glared silently at his feet.

"Hey Allen, if you need someone to talk to, it's fine if it's me. Just don't throw me out, if you feel frustrated or angry. Sometimes it helps to just talk about it," America said, drinking his soda.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" Allen asked, glaring.

"No, but I also noticed you hate socializing. It's like you throw off curse words when you don't know the right words to say. Kinda like your code word for 'I don't know what to say, because I don't want to lose my cool.'"

Allen flushed deep red before turning around, muttering, "it's not that bad."

America smiled a bit. Maybe Allen wasn't as bad as he was making himself out to be. He just seemed to bark mostly, but seemed to only do that when venting. Molossia is like that too. America decided to take a different approach with Allen.

After finding a look-alike of Belarus on his ceiling, he decided to call Ukraine, who then called the real Belarus. She was beyond furious that someone would try to impose as her. She went straight for Russia's place and was finally able to meet the girl face to face, whose center of gravity was reversed and was crouching herself in the corner where no one could reach her. She had not said a word, since appearing in this world.

"She is a coward," Belarus said plainly to Russia. "She won't even face me."

"She is scared, as anyone would if they were upside down," Russia said.

"I wouldn't."

Russia did not answer that. Instead, he took out a bottle of vodka from his coat, then carefully walked up to the fearful girl, who was still shaking. She crouched even lower.

"Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you," Russia promised, handing his vodka over. "Vodka? It helps me when I have troubles. Maybe it will help you."

The girl kept staring at Russia with eyes filled with wonder and confusion. She kept staring at Russia, then spoke, "why?"

"Hm?"

"Why offer me drink?"

"You are guest, da."

"... Brother does not have guests. You are not like him, are you?"

Russia cocks his head to the side, then asks, "what is your brother like?"

"... he loves me, but never shows it. I usually care for him and he goes about his business. When he calls for me or comes to me, he's scary."

"Then, I am not like your brother. Have vodka, da," Russia said, showing a bright smile.

"Brother also never smiles," the Belarus look-alike said as she stood up and let Russia give her a drink. "Spasibo."

Russia nodded as Belarus asked, "why do you look like me? Who are you?"

"I-I don't know... I'm Belarus, though you can call me by my human name Natasha, since you are also Belarus," Natasha replied. She had heard this Russia call the girl Belarus.

"What?" Belarus replied with widened eyes.

"I have received call from England, Switzerland and America. England had created some sort of spell that brought countries from another world into this one and few countries here to that world as well. This one came from that world. They also appeared in this world with their center of gravity reversed," Russia explained as Belarus slowly turned her head and eyes toward her look-alike. "My guess is that these countries must be other versions of us. It's the only theory I can think up for right now."

"She wears too much pink," Belarus replied sourly.

"Are you hungry?" Russia asked Natasha.

Natasha nodded meekly as Russia smiled brightly, and began cooking in the kitchen. She looked behind her timidly at Belarus. This look-alike of her reminded her of the Russia in her world. She showed no emotion and seemed like someone to be scared of, yet she seemed to care about her brother a lot and is overprotective of him like Natasha's Russia is toward her. Natasha couldn't help, but show a small smile as Belarus looked away, then helped Russia with the cooking.

Sitting down on the ceiling, Natasha stared at her hands. She didn't know what else she could do. At least this Russia was nice. She wasn't sure about her look-alike. Natasha decided to trust these two. It wasn't like she had any other choice.

"Dinner is ready!" Russia announced in a jingle voice as Natasha stood up.

Russia spoon fed Natasha, since she had to eat upside down and it wasn't finger food. Belarus was watching, while also eating herself. She didn't trust that this look-alike of her wouldn't try to take Russia from her. Though, Natasha did seem like she wasn't trying anything. Either way, Belarus decided to stay over at Russia's place until this girl was back to her own universe.

After the bowl was empty, Russia asked, "you want more?"

"I'm done. Spasibo," Natasha replied with a small smile.

Russia smiled brightly. This version of his little sister was nice and not scary or trying to get him to marry her. She seemed to still have kept her innocence. Natasha left the kitchen and peeked inside a window, staring down at the sky. She crouched down as Russia appeared behind her with sympathy in his eyes.

"I will see to it you go back to your home world, da," Russia promised.

Natasha turned her head, then nodded with a small smile. She turned back toward the window. Belarus made her way to the couch as Russia smiled, also looking out the window.

"You say your brother loves you, but never shows it and he's scary. What do you mean by that?" Russia asked curiously.

"He's protective of me... very protective. When he's protective, he's scary. He means well," Natasha replied.

"I see. You have any friends?"

"... a few. I have lover."

"Oh?" Russia asked with curious eyes as Natasha smiled lovingly. Belarus turned her head with slightly furrowed eyebrows. Oh, so this one is already with someone else.

"His name is Lithuania," Natasha replied.

Belarus furrowed her eyebrows slightly at this girl. So, in her world, her and the Lithuania from her world are lovers. Belarus did date Lithuania for a time, but that was a long time ago during the Soviet Union and she mainly did it to make Russia jealous. Being confused with her feelings, Belarus was still not sure what she wanted at the moment.

"What is he like, Natasha?" Russia asked.

"He is strong and brave. He fights like lion and is only man to stand up to my brother. He almost got himself killed many times by my brother, due to his brash behavior and temper," Natasha replied, sighing sadly as a small smile formed upon her lips. "But, I love him. He will fight for me no matter what. He is probably trying to find me right now. He would steal any forbidden magic book to get to me."

"Sounds like good man."

"He is. Brash one, but good."

Natasha gazed out the window. She could only pray that her Lithuania would wait for her and not be so brash as to put himself in the midst of danger. There was also her brother to worry about and what he would do. At least she knew the England here was doing something about the situation at hand.