Story Name: Teleported Into the Looking Glass

Characters: America, Japan, Italy, Russia and Others(revealed in later chapters)

Pairings: None for now, but some will show up later.

Notes: I know there may be some grammar errors, feel free to tell me. I's trying to not give to much away, so main characters will be added as they show up. Same for pairings and details about the other Universe. This is my first time writing Hetalia, so forgive the OOC.

Edited. I do not own Hetalia, I make no profits from this. It is done for fun. This fic's rating may go up later on.

Some warnings: Violence, character death and possible (mentioned only) non-con. When these things show I will add a warning on my AN. Also some Canada/America (I do not see them as actual siblings, but I'm putting a warning anyway for those that do.

America winced at his boss's loud voice over the phone. With the financial crisis affecting the world at the moment, the members of the G20 had planned a week of long and boring meetings. When things had finally concluded the previous day, they all had driven for some drinks. Celebrations were in order after a job well done.

While most of them had taken an early leave (tired without doubt), America himself and a few others had stayed for a long night of partying. Something that he now regretted as his boss yelled at him. Not only he had missed an important meeting with his ambassadors in Japan, but the hangover was not pretty one.

After almost an hour of getting yelled at America promised that he would attend the meeting the following day. He greatly doubted the headache would be fully gone today. But he had promised his friend Japan that he would assist him in one of his projects. Kiku himself helped Alfred when he had one of his ideas. It was only fair for him to do the same. Plus his boss had begged him for a while now to work better with the other nations.

America couldn't really understand what their problem was. Yes he had caused some messes, but as the hero he was sure of his ability to solve them. It was taking some time and things would get tougher, but I the end he was sure of himself. They would be solved. America grinned before another wave of pain rushed through his head. With a loud gasp he felt back into the bed.

There were still a few hours to go before his meeting with Japan. Thankfully for them the meeting had been held on his friend's very own country. Not only had that saved a lot of work and preparation for him. But Alfred rather preferred the hour drive to a much longer plane ride.

He loved flying more than anything. But right now he doubted he would stand it. Plus it also allowed some extra time to sleep. He hoped some extra rest for his throbbing head would ease the pain enough. There was nothing on Earth that would stop him from going to see the experiment.

But Alfred would enjoy it much more if his head wasn't slowly killing him. He closed his eyes, pulling the covers over his head. Not even the loud noises from the city outside woke America after his felt into slumber again.

When America woke up to the sound of his phone's alarm the pain had finally eased away. He could still feel some of it and his throat was dry. But it was much better. He glanced at his watch, quickly standing up. He needed to be ready and out the door in only minutes.

At least if he wanted to be on time for his meeting with Kiku. Usually America brought fancier clothes for any meetings with his fellow Nations. But since it was Japan, one of his closer friends, he didn't bother with such formalities.

America threw in a simple dark blue shirt, his coat, blue jeans and white sneakers. He would get something to eat on his way to Kiku's place. Now that the headache was gone he was reminded that he hadn't eaten anything all day. After stopping for some hamburgers and some drinks (one was never enough) America was well on his way.

Japan's home like always was sparkly clean and organized. His own home was a mess. Like England reminded him, he lived like a teenager and not an over two centuries old nation. America always laughed at the comparison, he felt like a teenager sometimes. It didn't bother him to be seen as young over an old man like England himself was.

When America told the other man that, things tended to end quite violent. It helped that Arthur or sometimes Mathew would then clean things up for. They couldn't stand the mess and America ended with his house clean without lifting a finger.

The only time he bothered to do that was when he had some party planned or when his own boss visited. The later because he was sure to get an even bigger scolding than England could ever give him. He moved those thoughts to the back on his head when his friend Japan finally appeared.

Behind him came strolling Italy holding a large plate of what he knew to be pasta, even if he couldn't see it. Italia, Germany (he guessed) and he were the only countries still in Japan. The others were well on their way to their own lands by then.

After some hellos the three nations (Germany was still there but had stayed back in the hotel) made their ways into a large room on the first floor. The room was white, filled with all types of machinery. America had been shown most of them, others were still unfinished. If given the time he was sure he could tell what each one did. But right now he was only interested on the one right in the center of the room.

It was a simple silver disk. Right behind it stood the control desk, filled with flashing lights and bottoms that begged to be pressed. The three nations circle it before all eyes fell on Japan. Looking quite proud Kiku began to explain. The teleportation had already been tested multiple times. All of the experiments had given satisfactory results. Japan had begun with small fruits, but later moved to larger things. None had failed yet.

America and Italy looked at it impressed, even Italy who didn't tend to pay much attention to such things was exited. Such technology meant faster travel across the Earth. He could visit all of his friends and make them delicious pasta, in a single day.

America himself was thinking about the same line of eating various foods in different countries, visiting his friends and annoying others. With it he could even stop crime in various parts of the world. Everyone would be impressed with the hero. The ladies would love him and the boys would envy him. He almost drooled at the idea, not paying much attention to Japan that continued to explain.

"Well come on, let's test it already." All eyes turned to him as Alfred's loud voice ringed across the room. Japan looked at his invention. He wanted to test it with living things, but he still wasn't sure. Italy on the other hand was all for it, he quickly joined America on the cheering. Finally giving up the Japanese nation moved to the controls.

Japan and America practically jumped on the silver plate, excitement filling them. They would be the first to test an actual teleportation disk. Japan set the coordinates for one of the rooms in his own house. He didn't want to put too much distance. Finally setting the clock for thirty seconds he joined the other two nations. He took another quick look around. Maybe it wouldn't be safe for the three of them to do it at the same time. It could put too much stress on the machine.

"Maybe it's best if only one of us tests it at a time." He was ready to get down when there was a flash of red lights and smoke. His whole body twisted and shivered, for a moment his lungs closed and he was sure they were going to die. But then just as it had begun it was over.

America fell down, for a moment thinking that the content of his stomach would also fill out. Italia felt backwards with a loud crash as his body hit the floor. Japan stayed standing for a few seconds before gravity pulled his body down. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but they knew to be only minutes.

Japan finally looked up; the room was completely unfamiliar to him. But he was sure that the coordinates had been for somewhere on his own house. Of course with the flashing of lights and smokes they could have been affected. Throwing them of the initial coordinates a bit. Probably not that far he hoped.

They all stood up at the same time, a shiver running down their bodies. It was cold, it was really cold. True that it was almost mid-November, but it hadn't been that cold. The coats had been disposed of in the warm house and now they were feeling the lost.

Walking together they began to move out of the mostly dark room, the only light illuminating the path was the one sneaking in from one of the windows. Speaking of said window America finally noticed that outside was white. White as in covered in clean white snow. Trees and what he guessed to be bushes, all white. The others noticed this two and they drew closer together. Japan was starting to believe that they had been thrown off further than he had imagined.

As they threw closer to what they believed and hoped to be a door out, this one flew open. Golden light from outside filled the room and they had to close their eyes for a moment before they adjusted to the new source of light. Before them stood a large figure, holding something on their hands, a weapon. They couldn't blame them for that. They had appeared on this, actually familiar looking figure, house out of nowhere. As they moved closer they could now fully make out their face. In unison the three nations yelled, "Russia".

America had never been gladder to meet the other nation. Said nation moved back a few steps, his glare and threatening expression turned into one of surprise. He finally lowered the lead pipe, even if his grip on it had not eased.

"Japan, Italy?" Russia looked at the two nations with much interest, saying their names as his eyes moved over them. They finally fell on America. "Ah, Canada it's you. I didn't know you would be coming in today." At that moment Russia finally loosed his grip on his weapon, the familiar childish look they knew so well returning to his face.

The grin that had been plastered on America's face at seen a familiar face disappeared. 'Canada?'

Hint: "The world was on fire and they were at the center of the storm."

Hints may be about the next chapter or future ones.