A/N: GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE! I am seriously sorry for the lack of stories going up (and for the lack of new chapters) but, its summer and my black belt training just started. Before that, we were in Georgia, in the middle of nowhere, with no internet connection. So, IAMSOVERYSORRYPLEASEDON'TKILLME! I'VE GOT RELATIVES IN CALIFORNIA, GEORGIA, WASHINGTON, OREGON, AND JAPAN!
I own nothing.
"Yo, Japan, can you come over yet? It's been, like, three hours!"
"Ve~ Nihon! Please come over and have some pasta with me~! Doitsu is busy today and Romano is at Spain nii-chan's house~!"
"Come on, dude, it's been forever since you BRAWLED with meh!"
"Please! !"
Both Italy and America pouted and pleaded at the Japanese man who was typing something into a computer. A strange looking machine was close by; it looked like one of Japan's new inventions. He had not been out of his home in over a week, working on what he called "Tokei1*". Both of the other men/boy/guys had gone to his house to see if they can get him to come out.
The machine was giving off a whirring sound as Japan stood up, completely ignoring the two, and walked over to it. The Tokei1 was a laser-like object attached to a wide base. It looks like one of those ray guns from a Sci-Fi movie that causes mass destruction. America laughed.
"Seriously, what the holy hell IS that thing?"
Japan turned to him, acknowledging either of them for the first time that day. "It is a time machine, America-san. 'Tokei', in my language, means 'clock'."
"Wha…?" "NIHON! Why did you make a big machine doo-hickey thing without letting me and Doitsu help?"
"My apologies for not letting you know…" Really, Japan was afraid Italy would trip on one of the many wires littering the floor and do something catastrophic.
"OOH, what's this button do?" Like that.
"ITALIA-KUN, NO!" The Asian lunged for Italy, but it was too late. The machine's whirring got louder, then sounded off as an explosion as a large, rainbow-colored light filled the room, engulfing everyone in it.
China looked up from his book towards the sound he just heard. It must have been an explosion…, he thought, and it came in the direction of Japan's house… His eyes widened and he started sprinting towards the sound.
"JAPAAAAANNNNNN!" He yelled the door, "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
No answer. So, he jerked open the totally-not-locked door and sprinted inside. There were two pairs of shoes inside of the door, but he didn't stop to look at them.
"Japan! Where are you aru?"
"China?..."
He stopped. "Japan? Seriously, where are you aru?"
"I'm right in front of you."
China focused on the wall a few feet in front of him. It was just…a wall?
"Look down."
And he did. There was a younger, maybe 5 years old Japan. Besides him were two other children, about the same age. One was blonde with blue eyes and was wearing a dress-like thing. The other had light brown hairwith a small (but pronounced) curl sticking out of his hair. He WAS wearing a dress and apron.
"Wha…?"
"Who's that?" the blonde asked.
"Ve~ I don't know! Where is this place? Where's Mr. Austria and Holy Roma? I'M SCARED!" The brunette cried.
"I-I-I-I-" China couldn't stop stuttering, "I…I'm China. Are you…?"
"My name is America!" the first said brightly.
"I'm Italy Veneziano!" said the other, "Please don't eat me!"
"Japan…Italy…America…?" The older Asian just stood there, then he took out his cellphone and called two people.
"I need help at Japan's house aru."
A/N: Yeah, the return of Chibitalia, Chibihon, and Chibimerica! Review Plz! Flames are welcome, I don't get that pissed!
Japan and America: Y-Y-You're evil!