Hm, I just had to write this and I don't even have a damn outline for this thing…Oh well, I'll get one organized for it during school. Enjoy ;)

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America had seen a lot of things in his lifetime—he'd witnessed Korea being split in two, he'd seen the first three-dimensional handheld gaming system thanks to Japan and he'd seen some things he'd rather forget—most of them having at least something to do with France. But never had he seen such a cool machine Japan was presenting to him at the moment. Japan had made some pretty trippy things, and so far, had yet to disappoint.

The machine looked very simple for what it was capable of. He probably couldn't even call it a machine, but more of a gun. It looked like a regular handgun and if America didn't know better, he would've thought that it was one. To make things even cooler, it was a cloning machine…thing. He knew they'd been tinkering with the idea of cloning for a while now, but he never expected for Japan to figure it out so quickly.

America inspected the gun look-alike, turning it around and around in his hands, taking in every single visual detail possible. He then aimed it and began pretending that he was shooting at a target, making his own sound-effects. He did that for a while and Japan was obviously getting anxious with how America was handling such a contraption.

"Ah, America, I don't think you should do that…" Japan warned, looking as if he wanted to take the invention away from America, yet too nervous to do so. America grinned and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the floor, taking a lazy position, one hand on his hip and a large, confident grin stretching at his lips.

"Don't worry Japan, I'm completely safe with guns. Plus, this thing's super cool. Thanks for making things interesting again, I mean, it's so boring here, I'm glad you made this, we could have some serious fun with it," Alfred grinned and pointed the gun at a potted plant before pulling the trigger. Japan jumped at the noise produced from his invention—it sounded exactly like a handgun too, mind you. The projectile it shot looked nothing close to a bullet either—Instead of a bullet, it was a bright yellow ball of light that moved just slower than one, about the size of a Ping-Pong ball.

When the ball of light made contact with the plant in less than a second, it flashed and a bright yellow sphere materialized before shrinking to reveal that another plant had sprouted right next to the original one. It looked exactly the same too.

America grinned and straightened up, twirling the gun in between in fingers in a fancy maneuver before slapping it against his hip, pretending to be a cowboy in the cinema who had just finished killing his foe in a high-noon shootout. "That was so cool," he grinned at Japan who was staring suspiciously at the now cloned plant. "How did you figure it out? Jeez, I think we've been fretting over it for years," America continued.

"That information is…classified," Japan answered and Alfred guffawed.

"Ah, I haven't heard those words in a while," Alfred finally remarked once his laughter died down. Japan smiled, though remained silent, not having anything to say to the American. "Does it work on animals? It seemed just fine on the plant, so I'm sure it'd be pretty kick ass for it to work on animals," Alfred grinned, resuming with his role playing.

"We've managed to successfully clone a few dogs, cats and even horses," Japan answered. "That information is not strictly classified, but please refrain from telling any humans," he continued as America continued pointing the gun in random directions, his non-dominant eye closed.

"How 'bout humans?" he asked as he turned in another random direction.

"I'd never ask my people to risk that—we did have some complications America," Japan shook his head, his voice serious and firm. America stopped his imaginary mission and looked at Japan.

"Uh…is it…is there like, bad side-effects or something?" he asked, slightly nervous with the change in the mood. "Well—sorry, you don't know that ha, ha…" America itched at the back of his head before looking down at the gun in his hand—it now looked very intimidating.

"Well, with what we've seen with the animals we've tested, there are some that will experience personality changes; we once had a very friendly Shiba Inu be tested and after the test, one was careless and the other was seriously aggressive. We had…we had to euthanize the aggressive one," Japan's gaze fell to the plant that had been cloned. "The other one disappeared suddenly and we soon found out it got hit by a car."

"Uh…sorry for intruding," America now felt horrible for asking. "Hey, can I still show this to Canada? I'm sure he'll think it's pretty cool!" America continued in an attempt to enlighten the mood. Japan looked hesitant in letting America run around with his invention, but nodded his head in approval.

"Just please be very careful with it," he advised, handing the case the gun was supposed to be carried in to America. America grinned, thanked Japan and placed the gun carefully into the case before closing it and flipping the small latches that kept the case closed. "If something comes up, please come to me first too," Japan continued, his voice a tad morbid.

"Sure," America edged away from Japan, the gloomy mood that hung around the personification of Japan was starting to scare America a little. "I'll bring it back soon, don't worry about it," he grinned and left. Japan sighed, shoulders slumping as he stared at the spot America was standing in just a moment ago. He knew that this was a horrible idea and he had just released something horrible to the world—America with a cloning gun. Just realizing his mistake, Japan went after America in hopes of catching the young nation before something happened.

America walked briskly down the hallway of the hotel they had booked rooms in. The world conference was being held in Tokyo Japan (which was probably why Japan had let America see his new invention). As he made his way down the hallway, he was given strange looks for his overenthusiastic expression along with the unfamiliar briefcase gripped tightly in his right hand, swinging back and forth with his arm—overenthusiastic meaning more enthusiastic than normal.

Italy greeted him merrily as he passed by and America returned the greeting in shaky Italian. Germany sent him a strange look, eyeing the case warily before resuming with his task. France tried to get his attention, but America dutifully ignored him, knowing that it probably wasn't anything good giving that it was France. The only people that seemed to listen to France were Canada and for some reason, England, but that was on an argumentative level.

He finally made it to the room that housed Canada for the brief amount of time they'd spend in Tokyo and he knocked on the door excitedly, yelling for Canada to answer. It took him a moment to figure out that it was Canada's forehead he was knocking on, the quiet nation that resided just above his telling him to stop and that his head was starting to hurt.

"Oh! Sorry Canada, didn't notice you there," America grinned widely, a dark look crossing over the other's face briefly before disappearing as fast as it made itself present.

"What is it America?"

"Check out this kick ass cloning gun Japan just invented!" America unlatched the case and opened it, extracting the weapon as he entered Canada's hotel room, uninvited. "Isn't it cool?" his grin never faltered.

"America, are you sure it's not just a regular handgun?" Canada asked, taking the gun and inspecting it closely. America rolled his eyes and snatched the item from Canada's hands, aiming it at the Bonsai tree growing on the windowsill of Canada's hotel room.

"That's what I thought it was at first too. I thought Japan was just crazy when he showed me this, but watch," he pulled the trigger and Canada jumped at the loud noise. After the all of the bright yellow lights, Canada was now looking at two identical Bonsai trees.

"…America don't shoot that here! They'll think someone actually has a gun here and we'll have the police on us!" Canada wailed, his voice not as loud as he wished for it to be as he grabbed at the gun. America, with his quick reflexes contrary to popular belief, pulled it out of Canada's reach and soon the two were wrestling for the gun, America obviously overpowering the other and the trigger being pulled a few times. Only living things were cloned fortunately, so the bonsai tree ended up being copied a few more times over.

The two were rolling around on the ground, Canada mildly yelling at America to hand the gun over while America refused, telling him that he promised Japan that he wouldn't let anyone else touch it. It was a lie, but it was the only thing he could come up with at the moment.

Too bad someone opened the door to check on them and America just happened to pull the trigger again in the midst of the struggle, the gun aimed at whoever had come to check on the two.

"Alfred you just shot someone! Did Japan say anything about cloning people?" Canada panicked, using America's human name to get his attention since his toned down yelling wouldn't. America continued to struggle a bit with Canada, still yelling about promising Japan something when he finally processed what Canada had just said. He blinked once, twice and three times before looking over his shoulder, the gun still pointed at whoever had been shot by it.

America wanted to laugh and panic at the same time. He wanted to laugh because of the deer-in-headlights look on one of the Englands' faces, but wanted to panic because there were two Englands. One was staring blankly at them and another looked just about ready to faint since the cloning device was pretty convincing.

"Uh…I can explain…" America finally let Canada take the gun from his hands. Damn, he couldn't tell the difference between the two Englands now except for their expressions. Well, that and that one strand of hair that stuck up from literally the top of the scared Englands head—an ahoge if you wanted to be specific. "Canada…what do we do…?"

"I don't know America," Canada answered quietly as he stuffed the gun back into its case and closing it, flipping the latches down which locked the case shut. He then looked at the two Englands warily, a worried, bewildered and slightly frightened expression on his face. England had been cloned, but he wasn't acting like well…England. "America I'm kind of worried…"

France huffed, crossing his arms moodily. America had just ignored him when he tried to tell him something interesting! Stupid American. France was about to go back to his hotel room on the fifth floor when a gunshot rang through the hotel walls, effectively making France jump and yelp. There were no more noises and France pondered over going to check it out or going back to his room. He was about to go back when a few more gunshots exploded, this time more frequent.—and they were coming from Canada's room.

Cursing to himself in French, France turned on his heel and ran towards Canada's hotel room. Nations couldn't be killed unless something happened to the actual country, but that didn't save them from the physical pain. Well…Prussia still bewildered them, but that was beside the point. He swore again when the gunshots ended, though was slightly relieved as well. He rounded a corner and another corner before bumping into something.

America would've laughed at how comically France half-tackled one of the Englands, but he was still horribly confused and slightly panicked at the moment, so he didn't do so. The England that was staring blankly at the two North American countries was now staring at France who was lying on top of the England with the ahoge, his face turning a dark shade of red.

"F-France, could you please get off of me?" his voice was almost as quiet as Canada's and a note higher than it normally was. He stuttered too, and that surprised all of the other nations at the scene, excluding the apathetic England.

"France, get off of him," the England that was still standing sighed, his voice bored. Again, America was torn in between being amused and still horrified at the expression France had adopted. The Frenchman looked like Christmas had come early, yet looked like he had just been told that Canada had died. America wanted to laugh at how red the England under France had gotten too.

France finally noticed that he was lying on top of England and got off, helping him up as well, grinning mentally at the flustered expression the England he was helping up was sporting. He then glanced at the second England that still stood at the doorway, seeming unaffected by what was going on around him.

"Ah, what were those gunshots I heard by the way?" France asked, glancing at America and Canada, searching the two for any signs of bleeding. So far, there was nothing on them. He then noticed the five bonsai trees sitting, cramped, at the windowsill. Huh, he thought that Canada's room only had one. "And why are there two Englands?" France added, motioning to the two Englands standing on each side of him.

"Oh! Japan made this kick ass cloning gun thing and I thought it'd be cool to show Canada and he thought that it was just a regular gun, so I had to prove him wrong and shot the plant and he freaked out because it sounded like a real gun and he worried about someone thinking that we actually had a real gun, which this is not, and we were fighting over it and that explains the multiple shots you hear along with the five bonsai trees over there and then England walked in probably wondering what was going on and I just happened to pull the trigger and…clone…him…" America took a few deep breaths, grinning in a cheesy way after catching his breath.

"That's basically everything," Canada concluded. France cocked an eyebrow at America as if asking 'you're a dumbass you know that?' before glancing at the two Englands. "Uh…I think we should report to Japan…" Canada added, eyeing the case that held the cloning gun as he twiddled his index fingers.

"B-but he'll…he'll have a heart attack!" America wailed. "He's old enough, let's not strain his poor old heart," America continued; now obviously making up excuses. He hoped Japan wasn't scary when angered. He also hoped that Japan wouldn't be angry at him.

"A-a heart attack? We can't do that…" the England with the ahoge whimpered, edging away from France, obviously uncomfortable with the Frenchman invading his personal space. "H-hey, we should probably tell someone else…"

"England? What are you—don't encourage America! Plus, we should go to Japan anyways," Canada worried, the England he was talking to shying away from the other shy nation. He now had competition. "Come on guys, we should go tell Japan—America, did Japan tell you anything about cloning humans or nations?" he then asked as the five of them started walking down the hallway, France having grabbed the bored Englands wrist, dragging him along giving that he gave no sign of following the group.

"Uh…all he said that that the animals they tested showed signs of having their personalities changed," America answered as he was shoved into the elevator along with one of the Englands. "Whoa, what are you doing? Aren't you coming too?" he yelled as the doors began sliding shut.

"Think things over on the way down!" France replied with a grin, him, the other England and Canada going down the stairs. America pounded at the now closed doors, yelling about how he didn't understand them at all. He didn't pound on them hard enough to damage them though, for he'd learned the hard way to not damage property of other countries with his impossible strength.

"Gah! Those two are just…ugh!" America sat down in the corner of the elevator, glancing at the multiple buttons that were on the wall of the elevator just above his head. Reaching up, he pressed the button that brought them down to the first floor. "I'm serious; they just shove me in here for not good reason. They're just probably trying to get rid of me…damn, Canada has the gun!" America continued to stress to himself while England remained silent, sitting in the opposite corner.

He then looked over at England, wondering which one he'd been stuck with—turns out he got the one with the ahoge. He was nervously glancing around the small boxed in space he was in, looking afraid to move if America continued to stare at him. And that blush paired with those huge green eyes was so adorable…

"So uh…I guess I shouldn't call you England since it doesn't really fit you anymore…and I guess you won't kill me for calling you Artie anymore…though I haven't called you that in a while…okay!" America clapped his hands together, making England jump. "It's decided, you're name's Artie and we'll call the other England Art since it's less…cutesy…" Alfred grinned at 'Artie' and received a blink of those large green eyes.

America scrambled to his feet and helped Artie up to his own when the elevators doors slid open, a quiet 'ding' making itself known. The two left and America soon figured out that Canada, France and Art had left without them.

"Damn it! I don't even have a car," America whined, slumping down in defeat. He swore that he felt rain falling on his head from a tiny raincloud hanging over him. It was likely his imagination, but it felt real. People passed him, sending the sulking American strange looks as they entered or exited the hotel.

Once he finished being rained on in his own little world, America ran to the curb and hailed a taxi, Artie right behind him, peeking over his shoulder curiously.

"Where are we going?" America at first had thought that he had imagined the voice, but soon realized that it was Artie talking to him—he sounded so much like Canada now. He turned his head to see his partner smiling shyly at him, hands behind his back. Oh God he was cute. But he kind of missed the England that would yell at him and hate on his culture already…But then again, America still really liked this one too…He couldn't make up his mind.

"We're going to talk with Japan," America answered; when had his voice sounded so sweet? Or did he do that without knowing it? "Err…we gotta figure something out," America added as they stepped into the taxi. Did England know he had been cloned?

One good thing was that he knew Japanese since he hung out with Japan so much because if not, he would've been completely at a dead end by now. So with some near fluent Japanese, America requested that they be taken to Japan's house, addressing him by Honda Kiku. Everyone in Japan knew Honda Kiku, but the funny thing was that they didn't know he was the personification of Japan. Same went with America and every other country that existed. Almost every single one of their citizens knew them as their full human name, but not the fact that they were personifications of their countries.

When they got to Japan's home, America gave the driver the amount of yen he needed to pay before strolling over to the small Japanese home. Grabbing Artie's wrist (and not missing how his face exploded red), America drug the other blond with him to the house.

"Japan! We've got a problem!" America announced his arrival as loudly as possible, going as far as slamming the door open, skipping the traditional take your shoes off thing and going right in. As he entered, he was met by four pairs of eyes. Japan looked peeved, which was a first, Canada looked worried, Francis looked amused in a sly way and Art looked apathetic, not a surprise, though something in his eyes flashed at the sight of America grasping Artie's wrist so delicately.

"Yes, I can already see that," Japan's calm voice betrayed the irritation dancing in his eyes. America was beginning to get intimidated by the look he was receiving. For once, he could slightly read the atmosphere. "Now sit down, we'll have to discuss this a bit," Japan continued.

America sat down as far away from the Japanese male as he could, Artie seating himself next to America. "Oh! Hey guys, I came up with names for these two," America grinned in an attempt to dissolve the awkward silence that had settles itself in between the group, pulling Artie into a one-armed hug as he spoke.

"Ah, leave it to you to do such a thing…sure America, you can tell us," Francis sighed, though his grin never left.

"Well!" America started loudly, making Artie jump from the volume of his voice. "We can call this guy," America pat Artie on top of his head, making the other jump once more at the sudden contact. Why wouldn't France stop smiling at him? Pervert. "Artie, and that one," he then pointed at Art who was sending a lightly jealous look towards the two. "Art. Get it? This one's Artie because he's all…uh…I don't know the word and he's Art because he's more…uh…I don't know the word either, but it's less…cutesy…" America's grin never left along with France's. "Dude, why do you keep smiling at me like that?"

"Oh, just having some nice mental images," Francis replied with a wave of the hand. America shuddered and broke his eye contact with the Frenchman. Whether the mental image included France himself was something America definitely didn't want to think about. "But other than that, I think the names fit them perfectly," Francis continued.

"See? Aren't I amazing?" America grinned, though more at the wall behind France more than the actual country himself. "So Japan, you know how to reverse it?" America then glanced at Japan. He knew they should get England back to normal, but with his current situation, he was starting to not want to change England back. These two were much nicer. Much, much nicer. Especially Artie. Damn, he was committing favoritism.

"Uh…that's our problem America. Unfortunately, I don't have any idea how to…what's the word…unclone?" Japan shook his head in slight defeat. "All I'm saying is that I'm going to have to have my scientists work on that and even then, it could take a long time. Another problem is what we are going to do about the meeting tomorrow?" Japan continued.

"Skip it for some McDonald's! You do have McDonald's here right Japan? Never bothered looking for one whenever I was here…Sorry 'bout that Japan! I'll explore your city more today!"

"You're strange America you know that?" Canada shyly smiled fondly at America who grinned his megawatt smile back at him.

"Thank you very much Canadia!" he piped, patting his chest. Canada couldn't tell if America was joking or actually had messed up his country name, but he didn't correct the other. Canada had gotten used to it anyways. "So guys, let's just go to the meeting tomorrow and say that Iggy's been split in two! It is the truth," America said matter-of-factly, changing his opinion on what to do at the conference tomorrow.

"Then can we tell everyone that it's all your fault too?" France grinned. "That's also the truth."

"B-but it was an accident I swear! Plus, Canada helped with having this happen, so can't we blame him too?" America whined, pointing an accusing finger at Canada who sent America a sad and betrayed look. France just blankly stared at America.

"It wasn't my fault America…" Canada hugged his knees to his chest tighter. "Can't we just tell them what happened and explain the personality thing?" he continued. Kiku agreed with the Canadian and soon, France agreed as well, adding that they should still point out that it was America's fault.

After all of that, a long period of silence settled itself in between the group of nations. "Hey guys, anyone want some ice cream?" America decided to ask. "I do, hey Japan, you got any ice cream parlors around here?" he continued, turning to look at Japan with a hopeful grin stretching his lips. Japan looked a bit confused at the sudden change in subject, but then again, it was America.

"Uh, I know I have a few around here, but I'm not sure you'd like it…our ice cream isn't as sweet as yours," the island country answered, looking around the room at the nations residing in his living room, suddenly realizing how small it was.

"Naw, that's totally fine, c'mon Canada, let's go get some ice cream!" America stood and drug Canada off by his wrist. The northern country had complained, though it was obvious America would consider none of it. Once he had set his sights on something, he got it. Art and Artie, who was slightly enthusiastic about the concept of having some ice cream, followed the two North American countries—not too far behind.

"America is such a troublesome guy," France finally brought up a few minutes after the four left Japan's abode. Japan smiled softly at what France had said and placed his hands in his lap, not having anything to do now except for ask his scientists to figure out a plan.

"Yeah, I think we've all known that for a while now," he remarked. The two sat in silence before France stood up, excusing himself from Japan's presence and left as well.

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"Ow! America, that hurts, let me go!" Canada whined whilst attempting to tug his wrist from America's death grip on it. His voice was obviously drowned out by the city noises of busy midday Tokyo. "I promise I won't run away, just please let go, I'm losing circulation in my hand," Canada continued, wiggling his fingers, though not fully feeling them. America finally let him go and began ranting about how Japan needed to make his candy and ice cream sweeter.

On their way to any ice cream parlor they came across, America and Canada conversed about nothing important in particular. They did earn a few strange looks though since they had two identical people with the same clothing on following them a pace or two behind.

"Say, Artie, which kind of ice cream do you like?" America grinned, glancing over his shoulder at the two Englands following them.

"Who, me?" Art pointed a finger at himself. America could barely see the confusion in Art's eyes, but he vaguely registered it.

"No, no, you're Art, he's Artie," America pointed at Art and then at Artie as he corrected the earlier.

"Strawberry?" Artie half remarked, half asked, a shy smile on his lips along with a confused glint in his large green eyes as he tilted his head to the side slightly. He was a tad off topic though it still related with the earlier question America had directed towards him.

"Hah, same, though I like strawberry with chocolate, it's the best thing in the whole world," America grinned, flashing the two England's a toothy smile. He had never been able to talk about ice cream in a civilized way with England up until now. It still felt like he was talking with a completely different person though, giving that the personality changes made it seem like that. "What about you two? I know you like plain vanilla, but do you have anything else you like Canadia?" America directed his attention to the other two nations following him.

"Just vanilla America…"

"But I swear I saw you pouring maple syrup on you ice cream one day," America cocked an eyebrow, tapping his pocket with his index finger.

"I'm not getting any," Art answered, staring at the pavement below America's feet, hands in his pockets.

"Whaat? No ice cream for you? Jeez man, you're boring," America grinned, slowing down to ruffle the reserved England's hair. Art simply let him do so before straightening his hair back out the best he could as America continued his talk about ice cream. "Oh! I see one, let's go!" America piped, grabbing ahold of Canada's wrist and dragging the poor boy off with him. Artie bound after them, that shy smile still on his face while Art casually entered the ice cream parlor after them.

They once again received strange looks from some customers inside of the parlor, but they weren't questioned, most of them likely assuming that the two Englands' were twins.

Canada and Artie both got their own ice cream cones while America purchased four, already halfway through the first one by the time he had finished counting the yen in his wallet and handing it over to the cashier who looked slightly dazed at how America could plow through half of a large ice cream cone in less than a minute. Obviously the portion size differed in between America and Japan, so that helped America finish his dairy treat quicker.

The group sat down outside to finish the treat America had offered them; having paid for it all himself. Canada and America had argued lightly over who would pay for the ice cream, but America eventually won obviously. Artie happily ate his ice cream next to America, watching the two North American countries interact.

After that, they had gone off to the heart of Tokyo to shop and sightsee even though they've been to the capital of Japan multiple times. America obviously went shopping for horror movies and the latest video games, though he was infatuated enough with Artie to get Artie a Japanese trinket that he had thousands of back in America. He loved them. Canada bought a few books and winter sporting magazines.

They soon found themselves back at the hotel a few bags in hand. "Alright guys, I wonder what reactions we'll get tomorrow," America grinned, having enough gall to sound excited instead of nervous about the conference being held tomorrow. "Hey Artie, come on over to my room and we can play some video games!" America added, glancing enthusiastically at Artie.

"America, please leave them alone," Canada poked at his used to look-alike's shoulder. "I think they should just get settled in their room," he added quietly. They didn't encounter anybody in the hallway that they knew, so that meant that nobody but them, France and Japan knew about England being cloned. They parted ways, going to their own hotel rooms and got ready for tomorrow—America playing video games before transitioning into his horror films, Canada with pondering over what they'd do tomorrow before being dragged into America's room to watch horror movies with him and the two Englands by simply sitting on the single bed, having nothing to say to each other giving that they were the same person in a way.

"So, what's up with you and America?" Art asked finally after two hours of nothing.

"Wh-what do you mean?" his shy counterpart asked, his face going a bit red. He began twiddling his thumbs as well before continuing when Art sent him a 'yeah sure whatever' look. "W-well…he just bought me a Japanese toy thing…I guess that's what's up," Artie continued, looking at Art with a slightly oblivious glint. The calmer of the two rolled his eyes and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Okay."

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Mm, hm, this took four days to type for some reason :P Lol, finished typing this at 2:30 in the morning and proofed it at 10:45 at night the next day, so hopefully there won't be any grammatical/spelling errors when you read it. If there are, please excuse them…So yeah :) Please review, I love to hear what you have to say and keep 'em gentle ;) Peace out my friends :)