All the countries from both worlds had decided to schedule a World Meeting about this very crucial matter about countries disappearing and look-alikes of others appearing with gravity facing 180 degrees different than everyone else. The countries with the doppelgangers were not happy about this. The first thing they all had to do was organized who vanished and which new countries appeared that were upside down.

So far, in the other world, the upside-down countries that were from the other world were Italy, Lichtenstein and Hungary. The countries that were still missing from the other world were England, Belarus and America. No one was happy, especially the countries involved in this ordeal. Of course, Romania seemed to be the only one that enjoyed and took advantage of having an upside down rival in his house.

There was the question of what to do with the upside down countries until the official meeting started. For now, the ones taking care of the inverted countries were to question the ones they were caring for to seek answers to what was going on. They were also to allow the countries with missing loved ones to place their own questions as well.

Lichtenstein had been sitting at the corner of the room she was inside for probably several hours. She stared at the ceiling, which was like a floor to her. She was scared. Her big brother wasn't here to protect her and probably worried sick about her. She hid her face in the skirt of her dress before hearing the door open.

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're crying!" Lichtenstein heard her doppelganger say bitterly. She groaned, then looked back at her scared self. "You know, that's not going to bring you back home and it's bad enough I have to look after your selfless poor self!"

Lichtenstein was shaking, trembling. She didn't want to see her doppelganger, who sighed once more. "Do you know Hungary or Italy in your world?" The doppelganger asked, this time calmly.

Lichtenstein peeked from her dress, showing shot red eyes as she muttered, "y-yes."

"They were taken too. If you can stop crying, I can let you meet with them," the other Lichtenstein said with crossed arms and a determined face.

Lichtenstein looked over at her doppelganger, who was carrying a tray of food. She hadn't realized it had been lunch time. She stared at the tray of food as her doppelganger looked up at her with eyes that showed annoyance, but some concern too. Lichtenstein began to wonder if this girl was only using her rude attitude to cover up the fact she may have been scared too. Was she worried about Lichtenstein?

Lichtenstein began standing up and walked to her doppelganger. She said, "thank you."

"Whatever, don't get too personal," the doppelganger replied, getting a spoonful of potatoes and feeding it to Lichtenstein. "What should I call you?"

"M-My human name is Erika... you?"

"Emma," Emma replied, spoon-feeding Erika once more, who smiled.

"It's... nice to meet you... I'm sorry I got scared."

"Whatever. It's not like you wanted to be here," Emma replied, sighing. "Just eat. I'm not going to hold this thing all day."

Erika nodded meekly and took another bite of potatoes. While feeding Erika, Emma seemed to be thinking of something, almost as if she were lost in her mind. Erika couldn't help, but become curious. For a doppelganger, she reminded Erika more like her brother than herself. It was that nature of caring, but trying too hard not to. Erika had always found it enduring about her big brother.

"Thank you. I think I'm full," Erika replied as Emma placed down the tray and sighed. "If it's alright, I would like for the door to be left open, so I won't have to be stuck in one room."

"Whatever," Emma replied, opening the door as Erika smiled.

"Thank you. You're nice," Erika replied, smiling before leaving out the door.

Emma stared at her look-alike with narrowed eyes. She sighed, sitting down on the comfy chair, while folding her arms. She didn't bother looking at her brother as he rushed inside the bedroom, then lifted her up, two strong arms around her waist. Emma practically screeched.

"Luca, put me down this instant!" Emma shouted, glaring at a blond-haired man with a huge grin, glasses and acted like he had way too much coffee.

"Aw, co'mon, little sis! I wanted to see our new guest! Wait, where is she? This is so cool! I have two little sis's!" Luca cried excitedly. "I was so excited when you told me that, that I had to beg Boss to take a day off for me and-"

"It's not that exciting and put me down!" Emma shouted, squirming and trying to fight her way out of Luca's grasp.

"No way! You're just way too cute. I bet your twin is just as cute."

"You'll probably scare her off with your hyperactive nature."

"Aww, co'mon, you know you love me."

"You're annoying."

There was a sound of a small giggle as the duo turned, and saw a small figure peeking from behind the door on the ceiling. Erika smiled as she waved shyly. Luca grinned then was about to run to her before Emma caught him by the collar.

"You're going to scare her!" Emma said.

"I am not! Look at her, she's so adorable! She's like a little china doll. I could just eat her up," Luca grinned as Erika hid herself shyly.

This man may look like her big brother, but Erika could tell he was not. He was way too hyperactive and was as loud as America. Lichtenstein had always been so shy around America that she often was never seen around him without Switzerland. The way this Switzerland was acting was not something that Erika was used to and it made her a little scared. She was only brave enough to trust Emma, who was more calm in comparison.

"See, you're scaring her," Emma said, sighing. She looked up at Erika. "Look, you don't have to worry about Luca. He's full of energy, but he means well. You can try shaking his hand, I suppose."

Erika nodded, then brought out her hand, while still behind the wall. Luca gave her a firm handshake and said, "nice to meet ya. You're almost as adorable as Emma here, you know."

Erika smiled a little, then nodded before taking her hand back. She said, "you're sister is nice."

"Yeah, she is. You know, not a lot of people realize that. She can be a bit of a stick in the mud, but she can be fun to hang around with and is the best person to be close with. I just know you two are going to make a cute little pair."

"She can't even walk right side up," Emma said, slightly glaring.

"So? I see the connection here. I mean I see the way you are already showing your protective nature to her," Luca grinned as Emma humphed.

"I'm just being nice. It doesn't mean anything. I'm not going to just leave someone that can't even match the center of gravity on her own. She practically depends on me for her to live. Call me protective or whatever, but I'm not a mean person. You know that."

"Aww, don't be so meek. You know you like her. I can see it. You two are going to be close, maybe play dress up or have tea."

"Pass. You can do that stuff, but I'm not going to use Erika to be girly. It wouldn't work anyways," Emma replied, sighing as she closed her eyes. "Anyways, I'm going to start cleaning." She put her hair up and walked to the hall closet.

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Inside the Italy's home in the alternate world, the other Italy was on the phone yelling and spouting all kinds of curses. He was not having a good day. First, he finds someone in his home upside down that looks exactly like him, then he discovers that several other countries have gone missing, and now has to babysit the country he found in his home. On top of all of this, this guest was annoying by the way he always crying and whining. There was almost no way to get him out of the house without killing him.

Italy was crouching on the ceiling of the kitchen, staring at it with bloodshot eyes. He had been crying for hours. He was so far from home in a world he didn't know anything about. The only person he sure was friendly was someone that looked like Romano with fashionable tastes. He offered Italy something to eat, but the inverted country wasn't hungry. He wanted to go home.

"Hey look, I'm sure things will work out like magic, yeah?" The other Romano grinned, but Italy hardly responded.

Italy was able to get the names of these brothers. The nicer Italian was Flavio and the angry one that looked like him was Luciano. Since Luciano didn't want to call Italy by his own name, Italy introduced himself as Feliciano. Despite that, Luciano seemed to be calling him by another name.

"Then, hurry it up, you idiotas! I'm not going to be stuck with Merda in my kitchen!" Luciano was shouting on the phone in the living room. Feliciano's lip just quivered.

"Why is he so mean?" Feliciano asked in a cracked voice.

Flavio could only glance Luciano from the corner of his eyes with nothing, but sadness. Feliciano sadly nodded, then got up and walked out of the kitchen, then up the ramp of the ceiling to get upstairs. He entered into Flavio's room, since Luciano didn't want Feliciano in his room. Once inside, Feliciano sat on the ceiling, staring down through the window to look down at the sky. There was nothing else he could do.

Feliciano wanted to go home. He didn't like being here in this house with an angry Italian that did nothing, but call him names and get angry at him for being here. He wished he could just run away and never come back, but there was no way he could do that without falling into the sky. Being in this world was scary. More tears began pouring from Italy's eyes. Feliciano heard Luciano come into the room, but didn't respond.

"There's no use in crying, Merda," Luciano said, leaning against the doorway. Feliciano still did and said nothing. "Fine, if you want to mope around all day and starve, fine by me, but crying isn't going to do anything for you! At least do something other than feeling sorry for yourself!"

Feliciano just sniffed, continually staring out the window as Flavio walked up behind Luciano.

"You know, you really are an asshat. Call him a crybaby all you want, not that it's going to help any, but I know for a fact that if you suddenly woke up to find yourself in a different world, o

Inside the Italy's home in the alternate world, the other Italy was on the phone yelling and spouting all kinds of curses. He was not having a good day. First, he finds someone in his home upside down that looks exactly like him, then he discovers that several other countries have gone missing, and now has to babysit the country he found in his home. On top of all of this, this guest was annoying by the way he always crying and whining. There was almost no way to get him out of the house without killing him.

Italy was crouching on the ceiling of the kitchen, staring at it with bloodshot eyes. He had been crying for hours. He was so far from home in a world he didn't know anything about. The only person he sure was friendly was someone that looked like Romano with fashionable tastes. He offered Italy something to eat, but the inverted country wasn't hungry. He wanted to go home.

"Hey look, I'm sure things will work out like magic, yeah?" The other Romano grinned, but Italy hardly responded.

Italy was able to get the names of these brothers. The nicer Italian was Flavio and the angry one that looked like him was Luciano. Since Luciano didn't want to call Italy by his own name, Italy introduced himself as Feliciano. Despite that, Luciano seemed to be calling him by another name.

"Then, hurry it up, you idiotas! I'm not going to be stuck with Merda in my kitchen!" Luciano was shouting on the phone in the living room. Feliciano's lip just quivered.

"Why is he so mean?" Feliciano asked in a cracked voice.

Flavio could only glance Luciano from the corner of his eyes with nothing, but sadness. Feliciano sadly nodded, then got up and walked out of the kitchen, then up the ramp of the ceiling to get upstairs. He entered into Flavio's room, since Luciano didn't want Feliciano in his room. Once inside, Feliciano sat on the ceiling, staring down through the window to look down at the sky. There was nothing else he could do.

Feliciano wanted to go home. He didn't like being here in this house with an angry Italian that did nothing, but call him names and get angry at him for being here. He wished he could just run away and never come back, but there was no way he could do that without falling into the sky. Being in this world was scary. More tears began pouring from Italy's eyes. Feliciano heard Luciano come into the room, but didn't respond.

"There's no use in crying, Merda," Luciano said, leaning against the doorway. Feliciano still did and said nothing. "Fine, if you want to mope around all day and starve, fine by me, but crying isn't going to do anything for you! At least do something other than feeling sorry for yourself!"

Feliciano just sniffed, continually staring out the window as Flavio walked up behind Luciano.

"You know, you really are an asshat. Call him a crybaby all you want, not that it's going to help any, but I know for a fact that if you suddenly woke up to find yourself in a different world, on the ceiling, constantly at risk of falling into the sky, then had to deal with an asshat like you that kept threatening oh and insulting you on top of that, you'd be doing way more than just crying, if you do cry. The fact this kid did nothing, but cry and nothing else, not even insult you back, yell at you or smash things for pointless reasons just shows that he's taking this better than you would've in his shoes," Flavio said, arms crossed.

Luciano shot his brother a glare before balling his fist and began to throw a bunch before Flavio caught his wrist and threw him on the ground in one single second. Flavio twisted Luciano's arm behind his back, smiling almost innocently with eyes that could kill.

"Vaffanculo," Flavio said to Luciano before releasing his wrist and practically walking on top of him, continuing down the hallway.

Luciano glared, getting up, while rubbing his back. Feliciano did finally turn around, then looked down at Luciano with concerned eyes. Luciano opened his mouth, about to say something, but then Felicano began shaking, while biting his bottom lip. Luciano sighed, glaring at the upside down nation. Feliciano turned back to the window, staring at it.

"I'm trying the best I can to get you back home. I'm not sorry for coming out grumpy or angry. You don't know what it's like to be in my shoes either," Luciano said, turning around and heading his way out the door.

"Sorry," Luciano heard Feliciano say.

Luciano froze in place, eyes blinking as he turned around and asked, "what did you say?"

"I'm sorry... I was... only thinking of myself. I can't imagine what you must be going through to know you are responsible of me and having to take care of me, while I only have to worry about staying indoors. It must be hard," Feliciano replied, holding onto his legs.

Luicano's mouth was slightly gaped. No one had ever apologized to him. No one, except...

"I'm sorry too," Luciano whispered as Feliciano slowly got up, then walked to his doppelganger.

Luciano looked up, slightly glaring at Feliciano before he felt to hands grab a hold of his arms and pulling at him. Then, Feliciano hugged Luciano as he felt his feet slowly lift off the ground. Gasping, Luciano held onto Feliciano from around the waist tightly, looking down at his feet hovering over the floor. He then looked up and realized Feliciano's feet were barely touching the ceiling. Slowly, Luciano's feet began touching the ground.

"Uh... There there..." Luciano said, gently patting Italy's back. "Grazi."

"Prego," Feliciano grinned as he let go, and landed on the ceiling. "You know, you remind me of Germany back at home."

Luciano stared at Feliciano with widened eyes, then his eyes gazed away with furrowed eyebrows. He replied, "the Germany here is more like you, actually. A crybaby, but... he's been through a lot and makes the best out of what he's got."

"I bet you both are really close."

Luciano chuckles a bit, replying, "I suppose. He's an idiota, but a very good friend."

"Then, we can be good friends too," Feliciano replied happily.

"We'll see about that," Luciano smirked slightly before leaving the room.