Hungary would be lying, if she said that she wasn't taken care of well. She was fed and given a place to sleep. She was also treated as a guest. This Romania never abused her or treated her unkindly. That being said, he continually never wasted time teasing or mocking Hungary and she loathed it. There was something about this version of Romania that made her blood boil and not just the fact he enjoyed drinking her blood.

The brown-haired lady sat against the wall of the living room, while glaring at the window not too far from her. She hated this situation and of all the countries she was stuck with, it had to be a vampire. She could still feel the white bandage from where this other Romania drank her blood. She was glad, though, that she didn't need to give out blood often. It would only be once every few days.

"My lady, would you like some tea?" The other version of Romania offered, holding a small tea cup in each hand. "Or, perhaps you prefer wine. I enjoy either or."

"Don't talk to me," Hungary seethed as the vampire man laughed in response.

"You really are a stubborn one," The Other Romania smirked, drinking his tea oh so elegantly. That in itself made Hungary's eye twitch. That despicable man, who thought and acted like he was some sort of god or something. "Tea would be good for you, loosening up that tense face of yours."

"I told you not to talk to me!"

"Or what? You'll beat me? I offer you tea and you repay me with such violence," The Other Romania said, shaking his head offhandedly, keeping his calm smile. "My Dear, how do you plan to please your husband with this kind of attitude, if you're married?"

Hungary trembled in anger, replying, "I did have a husband. We divorced long ago."

"Ah, so I am allowed to flirt and here I feared that you were just an angry housewife. You sure could pass as a housewife for sure."

"How dare you!" Hungary snapped, standing up with her face red as a tomato.

"How dare me? What ever have I done?" The Other Romania asked with an oh so innocent face.

"Mock me and take me as some sort of desperate, lovesick whore!"

"While I admit I have had fun mocking you, I have not taken you as a desperate, lovesick whore and me flirting with you does not mean that. If I had taken you as a whore of any sort, it would probably not work out, unless you expect me to do you on the ceiling," the Other Romania smirked. Hungary blushed bright red at the last five words he said. "Now you, I must ask what you take me for? I have drank your blood and perhaps mocked you, but what gave you the idea that I would want to take you or any woman to bed? Do you perhaps view me as a whore as you have accused me of judging you as such?"

"I wouldn't know! I just know that you're a horrible person! You're a vampire that refused to help me, unless I became your feeding trough, and you would've let me die if I had refused! You're selfish, horrible and decide placing this elegant persona will cover for almost letting a country die!" Hungary shouted angrily. Her fists were shaking. "The Romania from my world is a lot of things... but he would never let anyone die. The idea of death terrifies him too much."

The Other Romania showed a smile, listening with pure interest. So, his counterpart was terrified of death and wasn't a vampire? He drank his tea, looking up at Hungary with those same elegant eyes that were as red as blood. His raven black hair laid so neatly with a few strands almost touching the sides of his face, bangs swooping to the right above his eyebrows. Hungary began wondering if this Romania would burn from sunlight, but then dismissed it since he rescued her in daylight.

"Really? What else can you tell me about the other me from your world? He seems... intriguing," the Other Romania asked.

Hungary glared at the man, then turned her face away, asking, "why would you want to know?"

"I'm curious," the Other Romania replied, slowly approaching Hungary. "Your counterpart in this world is different too."

"Is that so? Is she a coward or something?" Hungary asked bitterly.

"Yes and she's sweet," the Other Romania said as Hungary humphed. "Too sweet." The last two words came bitterly as Hungary rose her eyebrows slightly. Too sweet? "That sweet little ball of sunshine just thinks the world revolves around puppies and rainbows. She thinks by submitting to her darling husband that war shall be resolved and we'll all live happily ever after. It's all about Austria like he's some sort of god. She's weak." It was then that Hungary turned and saw pure hatred in this Romania's eyes, unforgiving hatred. Then, he looked at her with soft eyes and an elegant smile. "I like you. You're sweet, but you're not weak. If a man treats you bad, even the slightest, you will call them out and show anger. You may even fight. The world is reality in your eyes. You see it like it is."

Hungary was surprised. So, this Romania likes her, because she's a realist compared to her counterpart? She sighed, replying, "thank you... I suppose." She smiled for a second before glaring. "Don't mistaken, I'm still mad at you."

"And have every right to be. I believe your tea is getting cold," the Other Romania said as Hungary stared at the other tea in his hand, then sighed.

"I suppose I could use some tea, Other Romania," Hungary muttered.

The tea cup was raised to Hungary with a straw for her to drink out of. She did so as the Other Romania whispered gently, "call me Vasile, love."

This gentle whisper with such closeness took Hungary by surprise and found herself captivated by that sweet voice and elegance of his presence. Vasile was such a beautiful name, especially how he said it in his tongue. Hungary could feel her cheeks blush, not noticing a drop of tea barely hanging from the top of her lip. Vasile kept his elegant smile as he placed his tea down, then brushed the drop of tea from her lip with his gloved thumb, making Hungary gasp slightly and blush even deeper red.

"You had a drop of tea hanging. Perhaps I should offer you a napkin?" Vasile offered as Hungary blinked, then turned her face away.

"I'm fine. Thank you."

Hungary refused to let herself be captivated another man with such elegance and grace. Her marriage with Austria was more than enough of her experience in love. She once let herself be captivated by him, the way he played his piano with such grace, the way he spoke and held her with such gentleness and the sweet aroma that was carried with him that was Austria. Hungary could not forget that this man would've let her die, if she had not offered her blood. Not to mention Vasile was a vampire and not the handsome ones in Kiku's mangas. He would only use his elegance, grace and gentle words to sway her enough, so that she would agree to everything he wanted. She already made that mistake with one man and would not repeat it with another.

"I shall place this cup up here, if you want more. Call me, if you need anything, love," Vasile said, placing the tea cup on a high book shelf where Hungary could reach the straw and drink from the tea. She looked to Vasile's direction, which was a mistake, because as soon as they made eye contact, Vasile brought his hand to his lips and blew a kiss Hungary's direction, making the woman blush bright red. After that, the vampire man left the room.

Hungary sat against the wall once more, telling herself that she refused to fall for this man. He wasn't right for her. Not to mention Vasile was upside down anyways and from a different world. It wouldn't work. Hungary decided she would eventually get over this childish crush she had for the man that almost let her die. It was probably Stockholm Syndrome she was feeling. As soon as she returned to her world, she would get over this man.

Switzerland was sitting at the table across from England, glaring at him. He was rubbing his hurt arm from being hit against the wall by England's training as a British Officer before being punched in the stomach. He knew fighting against the former British Empire was not the best idea, but that man deserved at least a punch for being so careless with his magic that it brought his sister to another world. Romania was the one that calmed him down with his magic before he started cooking in his cauldron. At least Romania's cooking wasn't as bad as England's.

England gazed his eyes from Switzerland's view. Switzerland had every right to be livid with him. If it were anyone else, even Romania, that used a spell like that, and it resulted in one of his territories to being sent to another universe where the center of gravity was upside down, he'd be declaring war immediately with only the Queen being the only one to tell him otherwise. England had no one else to blame, but himself for his careless mistake. He couldn't reveal this weakness called guilt or admit he had made a terrible mistake. It was the reason everyone hate him so much and he knew it.

"Looks like the cabbage rolls are done!" Romania replied cheerfully.

"How lovely! Not as good as my cupcakes, but they will do," Oliver said cheerfully as Romania carried the cauldron to the table on a heated pad.

Romania smiled brightly as he served the cabbage rolls on England's and Switzerland's plate. Then, he placed a couple on Oliver's plate, then walked up to him and began feeding him. Oliver happily accepted it. England slowly ate his cabbage rolls, feeling Switzerland's glare upon him. There was quite tension between the two blond-haired men. Switzerland still ate the cabbage rolls, while keeping his glare.

"How are they?" Romania asked Oliver.

"Hm... they're quite delicious. Do you often cook?" Oliver asked curiously.

"Yeah... kinda have to, you know?"

"Have to?"

"Seriously, when you work for an empire of the four worst cooks on top of being a second world country, there are some skills you have to have come in handy from time to time. Also, I'm kinda raising my little brother."

"You have my sympathy," Switzerland muttered under his breath.

"Huh? What cha talking about? England's the best boss you can ask for. He's certainly better than Russia," Romania said offhandedly.

"Hmph."

"Listen, I will bring back Lichtenstein. I just need more time," England said.

"How much?" Switzerland seethed through his teeth.

"I don't know. A few days at best. I also need to take care of that magic mirror."

"What magic mirror?"

"It's a mirror that lets you see into other worlds, though lately it has been peering into other worlds without being told to like some sort of virus on a computer. I've been trying to diagnose it and it backfired, thus why we're in this bloody mess."

"That's some mess you created," Romania commented, whistling.

"Shut up! You're not helping!"

"But, he's right. It was your fault this happened, not some virus in whatever screwed up mirror you've got in your basement. Did you even try looking into the spell before performing it?" Switzerland asked with glaring eyes.

"Of course I bloody did! Magic is more complicated than that and can sometimes can leave unexpected consequences!" England shouted defensively.

"Oh sure. Excuses, excuses, that's not going to bring Lich back!"

"Well, I'm sorry I made one bloody mistake out of the thousands of spells I've performed over the years without making a single mistake!"

"Hey, how about you both cool it!?" Romania shouted as the two blond men looked at Romania's direction. "First off, you both are right. England, you deal with your problems in the worst ways possible. It wouldn't hurt to apologize every once in a while. You are placing six countries in danger, one of them still in her youth." He then turned to Switzerland. "And Swiss, man, give the guy a break. We all make mistakes, including you. Hell, I've made my own brand of mistakes, especially with magic! I'll admit I'd be sending England to hell and back, if Bulgaria and Moldova were caught up in this, but I'm not going to put all the blame on him. It was still an accident and it was still not completely his fault. England isn't someone that causes irresponsible catastrophes like that. It's not in his nature."

England was almost stunned, while Switzerland sighed irritatingly. England glared at the table, then took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," England finally said.

"What?" Switzerland asked, now being the one that was stunned.

"I'm sorry for placing your little sister in this situation and I will use all my power to bring her back. You have my word," England replied with a straight tone.

Switzerland couldn't help but stare at England with such a dumbfounded expression. England rarely ever apologized, and when he did, it usually was sincere. Sometimes those apologies wouldn't happen for years like the Revolutionary War when England didn't apologize to America for not giving him independence for 200 years. Switzerland could only sigh, then nod slightly. England was still horrible, but he was never intentionally cruel. He never wishes for anyone to get hurt. Switzerland would know from the EU Meetings.

"I accept your apology," Switzerland replied calmly, then looked at England. "Bring Lich back."

England nodded, then ate the rest of his cabbage rolls. First thing was first, first he had to find a way to be in contact with the other world. He decided to get started on that in his basement with Romania helping. Switzerland stayed to both check on Lichtenstein through the mirror and keep Oliver company. He certainly was good company and seemed to take the whole being-stuck-in-another-world thing quite well. He was worried about his little brother though, who was in the same predicament in another country hundreds of miles across the Atlantic Ocean away.

"Are you scared that your brother will fall into the sky?" Switzerland asked.

"Yes, but I also trust he's in good hands. From what Arthur has told me about this other America, he seems like a nice young man," Oliver replied cheerfully.

"I suppose you at least know he's in good knows. I don't even know if Lich is with good company or not," Switzerland replied, sighing sadly.

"I'm very sorry about that. I'm sure she's in good hands. If she was last seen in her home and it's in the same location as the Switzerland or Lichtenstein from my world, I can assure you she's in good hands."

Switzerland's eyes lit. That's right, if Oliver was the England in the other world, that means Lichtenstein has another version of herself. That also means that Switzerland also had another version of himself. Could he trust another version of them? What would they be like?

"If you're worried they're bad people, they're not. Quite a lovely bunch actually, Switzerland especially. He's always so lively," Oliver said cheerfully.

"What are they like? The other versions of Lich and I?"

"Well... Switzerland is often full of energy. He's always with everyone and talking during EU Meetings. He often talks about how cute Lichtenstein is. Just loves her to death, so much so that it literally makes her sick," Oliver replied, giggling.

"What do you mean and what about Lichtenstein in that world?"

"Hm... she's a bit stiff... kinda like you," Oliver replied as Switzerland slightly glared in surprise. "She's often down to earth compared to her brother. She comes off as serious and uncaring, but she loves her brother a lot and is incredibly nice. Once you get close to her, she will stay loyal to you until the end of time." He then showed a cheerful smile. "She's also a dedicated hard worker."

"... I see," Switzerland replied in a mutter.