Hi guys! I'm back with chapter 4.

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4. ...and Then Suddenly You're Gone

"Where'd he go?" America asked in bewildered as the two looked around at the empty street. "He was here just a second ago."

Indeed he was. The spot where Germany had layed was now empty as if no one had ever been there. He had literally just disappeared in front of their eyes.

"Maybe it actually worked." England suggested as he pointed to the bottle in his hand. "Maybe he went back to the future?"

It was definitely a possibility. Perhaps they had sent Germany back. After all, that was what they were supposed to be doing.

America put his hands on his hips and surveyed the dark, burning city around them. "Let's say it did work and that's what we're supposed to be doing. Then, how do we find everyone else?"

England pondered the question as he was wondering the same thing. It was either luck or a coincidence that they had found Germany, but what were the chances that they would find the others so easily? Was everyone even here in Berlin, or had they been sent to different places, or even worse, different time periods?

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to look around, would it? We don't have much options, anyway." England asked.

America nodded in aggrement. As of now, they were stuck here in Berlin, so why not make the most of it and look for the other nations. They began to walk silently down the street as they passed burning buildings and firemen putting out fires. The two tried to stay out of the way of the people, so as not to bring any attention to themselves.

The small search brought no results as they didn't see any of their fellow countries in the steeets like they had seen Germany.

"Well," America said in defeat. "What do we do now? I don't think us looking for them will do any good."

England barely paid any attention to what the American was saying as something in the distance caught his eye. There was a man up ahead, but there was something different about him. England could almost sense that the man wasn't human. He seemed to be a nation, but who?

When England didn't answer, America turned around to see what the Englishman was up to. England was looking up ahead and America followed his gaze. That's when he sensed it. There was a man up ahead, and he was a nation.

"Hey, England," America said excitedly. "Do you think that could be someone?"

England furrowed his brow as he squinted at the nation ahead. He didn't recognize him at first, but after a few more seconds of scrutiny he realized which nation it was.

"America," England began with uncertainty in his voice as he continued to stare at the nation. "I don't think it worked."

America looked at him in confusion. "You don't think what worked?"

England held up the glass bottle in his hand. "This. That's Germany over there."

America looked back at the bottle and then at the unknown nation. Now that England mentioned it, he actually did look like Germany.

"But, that can't be him." America stammered. "We sent him back, didn't we?"

England looked at Germany and was now able to see him more clearly. There was no doubt that it was Germany, but this Germany was wearing a slightly different uniform. The first Germany they had seen was wearing a combat uniform as if he was just involved in a battle. This Germany though wasn't wearing a uniform for fighting. It was more of a Nazi dress uniform.

"I don't think it's the same Germany," England said slowly. "I think there were two Germanys."

"Two?" America asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"If we were thrown in back in time," England began to explain. "then our past self would still be there. Germany was thrown back in time, to now. That means that the original Nazi Germany is here too, but the question is, who is the Germany from the future and who is the original?"

America thought about what England had said and realized he was right.

"But wouldn't that mean that our originals are here too?" America asked.

England nodded. "Yes, I'd believe so, but they're probably not here. I don't remember being in Berlin at this time, do you?"

It was a rhetorical question, but America got his point. But it still didn't answer the question of which Germany was which.

"Fine, so there are two Germanys." America concluded. "But how do we know that we sent the right one back?"

Before England could answer the Germany in question had begun to walk away, his boots echoing loudly as they clomped down on the empty streets.

"Quick!" England said. "Let's follow him. Maybe he'll lead us somewhere."

The two nations then began to hurry after the German nation.

"Maybe it'd be best if we stayed hidden from him." America whispered to England.

"Good idea. We'll stay out of his sight for now."

They quietly followed Germany through the capital all the while making sure he didn't notice them. It was about ten minutes until Germany had reached his destination.

"He's going into the Reichstag's building. Nazi headquarters." England said as the two of them watched from their hiding place a few feet away. They watched Germany ascend the steps and disappear into the building.

"Great. Let's go follow him." America jumped out from their hiding place, but he didn't get too far as England pulled him back.

"We can't just walk in there, especially when we look like this." England said angrily as he pointed to their twenty first century clothing.

America was silent as he peered out at the building. There a few people hanging around outside, but the only ones entering the building were men dressed in uniform. He then looked to the side of the building and caught a glimpse of two uniformed soldiers. He had to squint to see them as there were trees blocking them from his view. He then smiled as an idea came to his mind.

"Come on, I've got a way that we can get in there." He said as he stepped out from their hiding place.

England quickly ran after him, unsure of what the American was talking about. "Wait! What's your plan? America!"

America stopped abruptly, causing England to crash into him. They were standing to the side of the Reichstag's building now.

England crossed his arms. "What do you plan on doing now?"

"Look over there." America pointed to the side of the building.

England looked over at what America was pointing to, but he couldn't see anything. He looked harder until he saw some movement beyond the wall of trees blocking his view. He could make out two Nazi soldiers and by the looks of it they appeared to be drunk.

He turned to America. "Please tell me that's not what you're thinking about doing."

America grinned sheepishly.

England sighed. "Oh, alright. Let's go and get it over with."

"You didn't have to hit that hard." England said as he buttoned up the Nazi uniform.

"I wanted to make sure he was out cold." America replied as he buttoned up his Nazi uniform.

They were both now standing dressed in Nazi military uniforms, the unconscious bodies who had formerly worn them now sprawled out laying on the ground.

"Alright, let's go." England said as he stepped over the unconscious Germans. "Hopefully no one will notice them until we're gone."

America and England stepped out from behind the trees as if nothing had happened. They tried looking as casual as possible as they walked up the steps and easily entered the Nazi building.

"Just try not to make conversation with anyone because I doubt any of us speaks good enough German." England whispered to America as they passed by a bunch of soldiers speaking rapidly in German.

The two Germans in disguise swiftly made their way through the building trying to avoid attracting attention to themselves. As they went, they searched among the officers trying to seek out Germany, but he was no where to be found.

"He did come here, right?" America asked quietly to England as they observed the German soldiers walking past them.

"Positive." England said resolutely. "He has to be here somewhere."

They picked up the search again. They looked into every room and down every corridor in the least suspicious way possible, but they still couldn't find him.

"Alright, I change my mind. I don't think he's here." England said as they came out of another Germany free room.

America ignored England's comment and looked out into the hall. The sound of footsteps then made him turn around. His eyes grew wide as he caught sight of the German nation they were looking for enter a room a few doors down and swiftly closing it behind him.

"England, he went in there!" America shouted (in English) and began running enthusiastically towards the closed door.

England had no time to question or scold the American for speaking so loudly in English and began to frantically chase after him. America approached the door and quickly opened it, not even bothering to think about what room it might be. England couldn't protest, so he reluctantly followed him inside.

America and England entered through the door and immediately froze at what they saw. They were standing outside, but not in the cold January weather of Berlin. The weather was warm and they could see the coast in the distance, though they had no idea which body of water it was.

"Where's the door we just came from?" America asked in panic as he looked behind him.

England turned around too and saw that there was no door there anymore.

"And where did Germany go? Didn't he come this way?" America questioned.

England looked around at their surroundings. This didn't look like Germany to him at all. As he observed the scenery and the architecture in the distance, it suddenly dawned on him where they were.

"We're in France." He mumbled.

He then froze when a sign caught his eye. He could see British and French military in the distance. He frowned as he remembered where he had seen this before.

"And we're in Dunkirk in 1940."

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Random Facts about WWII:

During WWII, hamburgers in the U.S. were dubbed "Liberty Steaks" to avoid the German-sounding name.

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