Chapter 1: Begonia

They were actually getting something done at a meeting of the former Allies. That alone should have tipped England off that something absolutely horrific was about to happen. But at the time she just assumed the four of them were actually managing to stay on task because America had been kept in a bunch of meetings at his own country and had been unable to attend.

She secretly wanted to see him but out loud she told France that she was glad that annoyance was busy and unable to bother the rest of them.

Francis nodded and agreed wholeheartedly. Arthurine frowned, that was unusual, normally when she said something like that Francis would stand up for Alfred and tease her by pointing out that their fights were as much her fault as they were America's. Though now that she thought about it, Francis had seemed a bit annoyed at Alfred recently and Arthurine had no idea why. It was hard to make France genuinely aggravated.

She had just opened her mouth to ask about it when she heard a strange and totally random ripping sound behind her. She whipped her head around, half rising from her chair.

"Angleterra?" Francis asked, also rising, "what…?"

"There." England pointed to the source of the noise, a strange warped, portal-like thing in the air. "What on Earth is that?!"

France's sky coloured-eyes looked blankly at the spot, "what is what, Angleterra?" He asked.

France can't see it, it must be magical. England leapt from her chair, "everyone get back!" She ordered, throwing an arm out to prevent Russia and China, who had been seated across the table, from moving forwards.

China did as she was told, backing against the wall and dropping into a fighting stance with only a murmured, "aiya! What is going on?!" that Arthurine barely heard.

Russia backed up more slowly; he had pulled his pipe out from under his coat and moved to stand between China and whatever England was looking at. Yao bristled; she was a huge power now dammit! She could take care of herself! Though she was secretly touched by the gesture.

"Angle-" Francis began.

"Indulge me France," England said, waving him back a few steps. Reluctantly, he moved. Arthurine backed up a few steps as well but didn't move very far.

The moment she did there was a loud crack and the portal only Arthurine could see split open and four people tumbled out. Arthurine heard yells of surprise from not only from the four people who had come tumbling through what she was assuming was a portal but from her companions as well. I guess they can see them though.

"Owchie!" One of the figures, a petite female with short, scruffy pink hair, picked herself off of the floor, rubbing her head and dusting off her skirt. She was wearing a floor-length skirt, in a dark shade of orange. She looked around her, "see? Told you I could do it!" She cried.

Arthurine's first thought was that the woman sounded like her. Though the tone was irritatingly high and cheerful in a way that England would never inflict upon herself or anyone else, there was no denying that was her voice.

France seemed to recognize it too. He moved forwards to stand just behind England, "what on Earth?" He murmured. He broke off with a start as the woman turned towards them. Arthurine gasped,

Yao gave a surprised 'ai-ya!' and even Russia made a noise of astonishment.

The woman in front of them was Arthurine.

The two were almost identical down to just about the last detail. As far as Arthurine could tell, there were only three things about them that were different, aside from their clothes. Where as Arthurine's hair was a dark blonde this woman's hair was pink, rather than proper red.

This woman's eyebrows matched her hair colour, unlike Arthurine whose eyebrows were a dark brown. Where as Arthurine's skin was flawless this woman had a few cute (well, depending on your point of view anyway) freckles across her nose and cheeks.

The last difference between them was their eye colour. The other Arthurine had pale blue eyes. France's eyes were pale blue too, thought England, glancing at her companion, who was staring at the other her with a thunderstruck expression. But this woman's eyes were not like France's. Arthurine would rather die than tell him so, but she'd always thought France's eyes were gorgeous, like a cloudless blue sky. This woman's eyes were a more washed-out watery colour.

This was all Arthurine had time to take in before the other her was lunging forward, seizing one of England's hands between both of hers. France made a noise in the back of his throat and he felt rather than saw Russia and China tense behind him.

"Golly! Are you this dimension's version of me, that's so cool luv!" The woman exclaimed, eyes bright.

"Unhand me!" Arthurine yelped, more surprised than afraid. She yanked her hand away from the other woman.

The woman's companions slowly got to their feet. There were two males and another female. One of the males was dressed exactly like Russia, though his coat was a jet black and his scarf a deep purple. The other had shoulder-length, wavy, dirty blonde hair and was wearing a rumpled purple button-up shirt and equally shabby grey slacks.

The female stumbled as she got to her feet. Her hair was jet black, ending at the nape of her neck. They couldn't see her face because of the red military cap pulled down low. She was wearing a red military jacket similar to Japan's, though without the shoulder tassels. Her sleeves were scrunched up to the elbow and her pants matched her jacket. She wore a white singlet underneath. She looked incredibly unhealthy, she was Asian but her skin was a nasty shade of grey.

She seemed to be having trouble staying upright as she reached out to steady herself, her hand touched the shoulder of the male dressed like Russia. He jumped and made a very girly squeaking noise when she touched him but timidly allowed the contact.

The female who looked like England was not to be ignored. She opened her mouth to say something else when the male in the purple shirt behind her caught sight of the four countries staring at them wordlessly. He made a 'tch'ing noise and glared at them with surprise and distrust, "what have you done now woman?" He asked the pink-haired England.

She smiled, "I told you France! I said I could transport us to another dimension and I did! Lookie! They look just like the four of us! Isn't that neat?!"

"Thrilling beyond all comprehension," her companion drawled. If the pink-haired England noticed the sarcasm dripping from his voice, she gave no sign of it.

France gave a strangled gasp, England could see why, she'd gasp too if she could. But this just left her speechless.

The male speaker was an exact replica of France, the same eye-shape, face and build. Their only differences, like the two Arthurine's; this male's eyes were a ruby red and his hair a dirty blond as opposed to Francis's sky blue and gleaming golden.

The other England jumped forwards again, "so you're this dimension's me? Sweet! I'm England, this is France," she gestured to the red-eyed male beside her. "Russia," she gestured to the man in the black coat, now that he was no longer hiding behind his scarf they could see he had the exact same features as Russia except whiter hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost white, and a timid expression Russia had probably never worn. The real Russia just smiled and said nothing.

"Ai-ya," breathed China, oh God, now there are two of them?! Her mind shrieked mentally, she stowed that thought away, I'll worry about it later. She was worrying about it now though.

"And China," the other England finished, this time gesturing at the sickly-looking Asian woman behind her.

"Aiya! I'm China!" Yao interjected; she was the oldest living nation, the last of the Ancients. There was no way she was releasing her title. Especially not to some hung-over, anaemic-looking waif who couldn't even stand straight.

The woman lunged forwards only to have the other Russia catch her and pull her back. "I'm China, aru!" She snapped.

Yao wrinkled her nose; she wasn't even going to dignify this peasant child with a response. I don't think so.

Though even Yao had to admit, the other woman did look exactly like her. Or she would if Yao had grey skin, maroon, almost red eyes, jet-black hair and chopped off her ponytail with a butter knife.

The other England held up her hands in surrender, "let me explain poppets. My name is Olivia Kirkland and where I come from, I'm the personification of the country England or Britain as some call me. This Jean Bonnefoy, he's France, Vadim Braginski, he's Russia and Yue Chung, and she is China, our China anyway. What are your names?"

Well how was that? Not to confusing I hope? I named the chapter Begonia because that flower means 'beware.' Names:America-Alfred, 2p!America-Jake, China-Yao Wang, 2p!China-Yue Chung, England-Arthurine, 2p!England-Olivia, France-Francis, 2p!France-Jean (John), Japan-Kiku, 2p!Japan-Kuro, Russia-Ivan, 2p!Russia-Vadim. All the 2p!characters have the same surnames as their 1p!selves, except for China for some reason, I have no idea why.

Anyway, translations will be at the bottom. Normally I dislike putting random foreign words into sentences but since this is Hetalia I'll make an exception. And I'm calling England Arthurine instead of Alice or whatever. It's just closer to Arthur and I actually know a girl named Arthurine so it's not that weird a name, to me anyway. But it's not important.