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2. What Are We Doing in 1944?!

"What are we doing in 1944?" England shouted in exasperation as he looked around the room with confusion.

A newspaper dated January 27th, 1944 was lying on the desk that America was standing by and the room they had fell in was no doubt from the 1940's. It was a rather small room with oak flooring and dark paneled walls. A brass chandelier hung from the ceiling giving the dreary room a somewhat brighter atmosphere. It was obvious to England and America that the outdated furniture belonged in the World War Two era as they had been around then. It brought back to them many memories from those turbulent times.

"Maybe this is just a recreation of a room from the 1940's." America suggested as he observed their surroundings.

"Well, then they've done a pretty good job at recreating it." England scoffed.

The two looked around the room with puzzled expressions as they tried to figure out how they ended up there. The last thing England remembered was that they were in the middle of a world meeting in New York when some big light suddenly just came out of nowhere. He then remembered himself almost like falling down an endless hole until he mysteriously landed here. He wasn't sure how America had gotten here, but if America was here, then where was everyone else?

"America?" England asked as the American nation who was flipping through the newspaper that was sitting on the desk. "Before we got here, did you see a light?"

America stopped flipping the pages and thought for a moment. "Hmm, I think so. I don't really remember what happened very well. There was some light thing that engulfed the whole meeting room but I had to close my eyes because it was so bright. Then it felt like the floor opened up and I was falling, through like a black hole or something. And then I landed here."

"That's what happened to me too." England said.

"Hey, if we're here, then where is everyone else?" America asked as he looked around the empty room.

"That's what I was wondering."

England sighed and sat down on one of the antique chairs. He was so confused about what just happened that he didn't even know what to think. He wanted to believe that it was all a dream but it just seemed too real.

"Hey, England, come look at this!"

England looked up to see America standing by one of the windows with the drapes pulled open. England walked over hesitantly, a little nervous of what he would see. America moved over a bit to let England get a look and the Brirish nation gasped when he saw what was beyond the window.

The window looked down over a city, giving them the impression that they were up in some kind of building. The city below them looked like an exact replica of a 1940's European city. It looked so real that England was convinced that it couldn't be a replica. But the city had definitely seen better times as buildings and houses layed in piles of rubble and debris filled the streets. It made England remember back to the Blitz.

"This isn't recreated America." England said firmly with fear in his voice. "We really are in 1944."

America didn't seem to nervous about their current situation as he excitedly continued looking out the window.

"So we're in 1944, but where in 1944?"

England turned away from the window and looked over at the newspaper sitting on the desk. He hurried over to it frantically and turned to the front page. It was all in German and England panicked when he read the name of the newspaper: the Berliner Morgenpost.

"We're in Berlin in January 1944." England said frantically. "Do you know what that means America?"

America turned away from the window and tried to think back to what was going on in Berlin during January in 1944.

"Didn't you bomb it or-"

America stopped as a loud siren went off. The two countries stared silently at each other as they began to realize what was happening.

"Yes, in January 1944 we bombed the bloody hell out of Berlin." England said quietly. "And now, we are in the middle of it."

A loud boom sounded as the first bomb dropped. America jumped and quickly moved away from the window.

"What do we do?"

Another bomb fell. They could hear the chaos coming from outside as the RAF flew overhead.

"I don't know!" England shouted back. "Why are we even here?"

"I'll tell you why you're here."

America and England both whirled around, startled by the voice coming from behind them. When they turned around, they saw a dark purple mist floating in the air. They stared silently, too afraid to make a sound. They watched the mist slowly transform into the shape of a human, all the while bombs rained down outside.

As the mist turned into its human form, England and America were able to make out a man wearing a dark cloak. They couldn't see his face as it was covered by the cloak's hood. The cloaked man floated in the air with his purple aura surrounding him. They almost couldn't hear the bombs anymore as their attention was too focused on the mysterious man's sudden appearance.

"Who are you?" England asked quietly.

He knew America was too fear struck to say anything so he had started the dreaded conversation himself.

England stood still as America clinged to him, shaking in fear. The room then shook as a bomb fell nearby, throwing the two nations off their feet and into the wall.

England groaned in pain as he leaned against the wall, his eyes still on the cloaked man. America had closen his eyes at this point and was muttering something about Japan and his scary ghost stories. The cloaked man then floated closer to their new location in the corner of the room.

"You're probably wondering where you are?" He said in a deep voice.

America screamed and England shuttered at the creepy voice.

"We already know where we are, but why?" England said angrily as he tried not to look too fearful. "And where is everyone else?"

The floating man in the cloak chuckled evilly. "Ahh, that is for you two to figure out. You must find everyone yourself."

America slowly picked up his head and looked over at England. "What does he mean?"

England shrugged his shoulders. "What do you mean find everyone?"

They both stared wide eyed as the man pulled out something from his cloak. It was a gold pocket watch.

"You must find everyone before time runs out."

England shook his head in confusion. "Before time runs out?"

America then suddenly found the courage to speak. "How long do we have?"

Another bomb fell causing America and England to shriek and hang on to each for dear life.

"You have until year zero."

America and England looked at each other with panic and confusion. They were in 1944, how were they going to reach year zero?

"What does that mean, year zero?" England asked. "When is that?"

"You must find everyone before time runs out." The cloaked man repeated. He then pulled out a glass bottle and threw it towards them. England caught it and looked at the strange purple liquid inside.

"What are we supposed to do with this?" England demanded.

"If your friends drink it, they will return home." The cloaked man then began to swing the watch back and forth, almost like he was hypnotising the two nations. "But you must find them before time runs out."

"But what does that mean?!" America shouted in exasperation.

They watched as the purple mist began to swirl, circling around the cloaked man. His human form began to change shape again as his watch continued to swing back and forth.

"You must find them before time runs out." His figure was nearly gone now. "The clock is ticking. You must find them before you reach year zero."

England pulled himself away from America and tried to reach out for the fading man.

"Wait! What do you mean? What happens when we reach zero?!"

The man then completely turned back into the mist as it then disappeared. England and America sat there, panting hard as they took in everything that just happened. There was then a loud boom as the room shook and glass from the windows shattered.

England tightened his grip on the glass bottle in his hand and quickly stood up.

"Come on! We got to get out of here!"

America quickly stood up, holding on to the wall as the room shook again and parts of the ceiling and walls started coming down.

England began to run for the door as a big piece of the ceiling came down on the spot he had been standing.

"Let's go!"

America quickly followed him and the two ran out the door just as the rest of the ceiling came crashing down.

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