Quick Author's Note: The 2P! characters are based off of my interpretation from what I've read in different stories, interviews, and some things even Himaruya himself said. I ship AmeriPan and FrUk.

To avoid confusion, I am using:

Luciano - 2P! Italy

Kuro - 2P! Japan

Lutz - 2P! Germany

Francois - 2P! France

Oliver - 2P! England

Viktor - 2P! Russia

Wang Zao - 2P! China

Klaus - 2P! Prussia

Flavio - 2P! Romano

Allen's POV

"For a meeting about world issues, this sure does suck." Al sighed, leaning back in his chair. Lutz stood at the edge of the table, pointing to a wall with some diagrams on it and grunting since he doesn't talk. He just never talks and no one knows why. Was he scarred as a child or something, for Christ's sake, there is just no reason for this. And the worst part is he's the main speaker for the meetings. Who decided this? Al sure as fuck didn't.

"Looking a bit under the weather there, poppet. Care for a cheeky nandos after the meeting with me and the boys?" He heard Oliver whisper in his ear.

"For the love of- You know I fucking hate when you talk like that!" Al groaned. "Some of that didn't even make sense."

"What part? The cheeky nandos?"

"Please stop saying that, not every Brit says that. Is it even British people who say that? Christ, I don't know."

"He is right, though." Luciano skipped to his side. "You do look a bit down. Does Germany's thought-provoking speech not strike a nerve in you?" He smirked. Al rolled his eyes. This guy really ran the show, he had both Lutz and Kuro wrapped around his finger. Both of them his bitch, following his every command.

"Fuck off." Al grumbled.

"A cupcake might help turn that frown upside down." Oliver held out a cupcake with bright pink frosting.

"No, God, no! We all know you put cyanide or fuck knows whatever in there, get that shit out of here." Al jumped in his chair.

Luciano stopped Oliver when he turned to put the cupcake away. "Actually, Kuro." He turned to where the representation of Japan was sulking in his chair. "You're into torturing yourself, eat this." Kuro immediately smiled wide and took the cupcake from Oliver quickly. "Al deserves so much better than that." Luciano chuckled darkly.

"Like what?" Francois snorted from his seat. Luciano kicked his leg under the table. "OW! YOU SLIMY SON OF A-"

"I'm talking, Francie."

"You had a KNIFE ATTACHED TO YOUR FOOT!"

"Spit it out, already. I'm this close to just bashing my own head in with my bat." Al sighed.

"I'm going to fucking put my cigarette out on your dick while you sleep." Francois stood up. Everyone ignored him.

"I got a tip." Luciano pulled a cigar from his coat. "Said it was an offer I can't refuse." He pulled out a lighter. "I thought 'hey, this sounds great' though a lot of people want me dead so I'm not checking it out. You are." He lit the cigarette then handed it to France. "Here ya go. I only use Cuban." He winked.

"Why don't you send Kuro? If this is a trap, he'll be happy either way."

"Oh, but you're so sad. What if this isn't a trap? Imagine how happy you'd be!" Luciano changed his voice to mimic him. "'Oh thank you, Luci. Italy is the best everyone, he helped me out of this pointless depression of mine. You're a real one, if he were to die I don't know what I'd do without him.'" He snatched Al's bat up and swung it at the air. "Plus we all know if it's a trap, you can just Negan your way out of there. That is what you look like, you know. That stupid Walking Dead villain."

"I'm surprised you watch American TV." Oliver smiled. He was always smiling.

"I don't. My brother does. Though, he'll never admit it out loud. Not even if he wants to, I cut his tongue out." Before anyone could say anything to that, he snapped his lighter shut. "Anyway, I'll write the address on a napkin and slide it over to you all sneaky-like. That is what you're into, correct?"

Al was a sucker for spy movies. "Fine. Better than staying here and listening to Germany grunt and watching Japan seize in the corner."

"Oh, how lovely! My drug worked!" Oliver was ecstatic. Fucking weirdos.

Allen's POV at a new location

Al headed to the location crudely written on the napkin, asking himself mentally why exactly he was doing this. Everyone knows Luciano is a mastermind. Again, he runs everything. For all Al knows, he's his bitch too. He did just go to a place because he told him to go to without asking many questions. Damn, that man is good. Man? Teenager? How old is his human self, anyway?

Something rustling in the dumpster nearby interrupted his thoughts. He pulled his bat from the sling on his back and had it ready to swing. A rat emerged. He chuckled to himself and beat it to death. "Filthy vermin." A shame it wasn't a person. Would have been a bit more fun. He looked around and realized he walked into an alley with nothing other than a brick wall and a nasty dumpster with more rats in it, probably.

"Great." Al wasn't looking forward to what he was going to return to. More Luciano being a clever bastard, more grunting, more... He noticed something on the wall opposite from him shining. It was very slight, though. If you blinked while turning you'd miss it. He approached the area and touched it, shouting in surprise when he was pulled into something. When he looked at his new surroundings, he found himself in an area surrounded by trees. There was also a large building in the distance that looked really familiar. Great, it's just the world meeting place.

He got up and entered reluctantly, already knowing what Luciano was going to say when he told him that nothing really happened.

"Alfred, how in the hell did you get here so fast? And what on earth are you wearing?" He heard Oliver say behind him. He turned and saw... Not Oliver? This guy had a darker shade of blond hair and his eyes were green. He also wore a green military suit.

"Who the fuck are you?" Al asked.

"This is no time for games, the meeting is about to start." This England walked up to him and took his bat away. "And get this bloody thing out of here, it isn't Halloween now isn't the time to play dress-up."

"Hey, give that back!" Al protested, snatching it back.

"Fine, whatever. Come on." England led him to a big room that actually had the lights on and was filled with a bunch of weird-looking people Al has never seen before.

One man stood up and he looked just like the Germany back home. Damn it.

"Alright everyone."

Woah.

"For this meeting, we are going to discuss global warming. Is it a myth? Or is it real?" He began writing on the board nearby.

"If Germany thinks it's a myth then I do, too." Some guy with a high pitched voice said.

Don't tell me this is Italy.

"Anyone but Italy have anything to say?" Germany asked.

If only Luciano could see this.

"I'm not sure, there has been plenty of evidence that it's real. Why is this even a debate?" Some guy muttered near him. Al looked at the source and noticed that he looked like a girl. A pretty girl, too. His eyes wandered to the label in front of him and he gasped loudly when he read 'Japan.'

"Hey dudes and dudettes, sorry for being late!" Some loud fool barged into the meeting. "I was saving a squirrel from getting hit by a car."

"America?!" England stood up in horror. He looked to Al and back to America.

"Aww, did you miss me so much that you made a clone of me with your dark magic?" America said.

What the holy hell is going on here?

"I'm sorry, I must have wandered in by mistake." Al stood up. "Farewell." He quickly left. He had a big smile on his face as he stopped in the hallway. He was obviously transported into a new world where everyone is completely different. It's going to be so much fun to find out how different everyone is. What he knew so far was that the Italy here is a moron who relies on Germany, Germany actually talks, and Japan looks like a chick. A very pretty chick. He wanted him to be his.

He hadn't felt this excited in literally years.

Luciano's POV

"Shut it, Clutz." Luciano hissed to Germany.

"It's Lutz." Kuro corrected him.

"Shut up, both of you!" Luciano yelled. "Al hasn't come back in days and if this really was an ambush, we can't let them know we're here otherwise it's my ass on the line. Got it?" Kuro and Lutz nodded. "Thank you." He proceeded to enter the alley and look around. "Hm." He crossed his arms. "There's no dead body. No blood."

"I guess it wasn't a trap, then." Kuro said. "But then what was it? Where is Al?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out." Luciano felt the walls around him, gasping when he suddenly fell into one. He landed on a grassy field and recognized his surroundings as Italy. "Huh." Kuro and Lutz suddenly fell on top of him. "Get off me!" He yelled. They obeyed. "So we know it's just a teleporter. He was probably taken to the other side of the planet." Luciano stood up and brushed himself off. He laughed loudly all of a sudden. "Imagine if he was teleported to the middle of the ocean?"

Germany grunted and Kuro forced a small laugh. Luciano sighed.

"I need better friends." He then got serious. "How did that teleporter come to be?" He asked himself.

"Oliver was always obsessed with magic, I think he had something to do with it." Kuro said.

"Good point. Very good point. We're going to England." Luciano snapped his fingers before beginning to walk along the street.

"Are we going to walk there?" Kuro asked.

"No you fuckass, we're going to the airport." Luciano got a cigarette out. He needed it.

England's POV

"I thought you told me the spell would wear off!" England yelled at his mirror. The reflection was of a girl with glasses and two long pigtails. She wore a maid's dress and she sat calmly, cross-legged in a chair while sipping tea.

"It was supposed to, assuming you did exactly as I told you." She responded coolly.

"Well, the America from that fucked up world found his way here just a few days ago." England stomped his foot. "How can you remain so calm?"

"It's not my world he's in. And you said a few days ago, have you seen him again since?"

"No."

"Has anything catastrophic happened?"

"Well, no-"

"Then you need not to worry." The girl set her teacup down. "It obviously wasn't so urgent since you didn't contact me about it until just now, as well."

"What if he's planning something? That he's just hiding until the right moment to call his other twisted friends?" England asked.

"Arthur, listen to yourself. This is America. No amount of evil is going to fix that stupid." She smirked, tapping her head.

"Oh yeah? What about Emily?"

"She's a badass. And a girl. Huge difference."

"No need to be sexist." England muttered. But Alice was right, he was probably worried for nothing. Still, if the portal was open then that must mean the smart ones will eventually find their way through. "I'm going to have to find the source, again."

"Don't bother. It's more than likely somewhere else." Alice said.

"So you expect me to just ignore it?"

"Yep. Again, not my world. Not my concern. Nice talk. Same time next week." Alice stood up and walked away before the mirror turned back to a reflection of himself. He had a baffled look on his face. This was going to escalate to something terrible, he just knew it.