As you already know, I used the idea of the countries entering the 2P World and vice versa with the center of gravity reversed for them in the other world. I watched Patema Inverted about several months ago and thought this would be a great concept for a 2P story. Though, compared to Patema Inverted, this has several people that have crossovered to the other world and has its own story. There will be more characters trapped in the other side of the world, aside from the characters in this and the last chapter. Review please!

Liechtenstein moaned, slowly opening her eyes as she turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly placing a palm on her forehead, she noticed that the ceiling had a very strange design like a rug. After blinking a few times, she noticed other strange things on the ceiling, particularly a dresser at the front and a bed at the back. She gasped quietly as she slowly stood on her feet, noticing that the floor she was standing on was a bit rough and painted. There also was a fanlight not too far from her direction on the floor or what looked to be like a floor.

It was then that Liechtenstein realized the house was upside down. She began looking around, noticing the window in front of her that was almost below her. She knelt down, looking through the window. She gasped horrifically, seeing the sky directed right below her feet. She screamed, while running, then tripping backwards.

"Who's there!?" A voice cried out from a girl. She burst into the room, looking around with an assault rifle in her hands.

Liechtenstein stared in horror at the girl. Not only was she upside down and standing on the ceiling, or her version of the ceiling, but she looked very identical to Liechtenstein. The only difference was the dirty blond hair, the pigtails Liechtenstein once had before cutting her hair and wore a white blouse over a red strapped dress and blue bottom piece apron.

"Who are you and why are you on the ceiling?" The girl questioned with a threatening voice.

"I don't know!" Liechtenstein almost screamed, backing into a corner. "I'm Liechtenstein. I was with big brother, then I was sucked into my mirror and ended up here! I don't know why I'm on the ceiling!"

"Likely story. I'm Liechtenstein."

"What!?"
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"Please don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want! Anything! Just please don't hurt me!" Italy was crying in tears, waving his white flag as he was stared at by an annoyed and angry Italian.

"You tell me who you are or I will send my mafia after you!" The angry Italian shouted. He looked very identical to Italy, only with red eyes, darker skin tone and wore very dark red clothing.

"What's with the sour attitude, fratellino? Did you get drunk with Germany again?" A voice that sounded very much like Romano, only more cheerier, asked as he opened the door.

"You tell me! Look at the wimp on my ceiling!" The angry Italian shouted, pointing his gun at Italy as the Romano look-alike stared up.

Italy peeked from behind his white flag, tears still leaking out. This man looked exactly like Romano, aside from the blond hair and crimson eyes. He wore a white fashionable suit that looked like something worn in discos and red sunglasses. Italy wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew this wasn't his world and that wasn't his Romano.

"Wow, you've got a twin, bro," the Romano look-alike grinned.

"Not funny! This idiota isn't telling me shit!"

"He's scared. You probably scared him. You should try being a little more nicer."

"Why don't you shut your mouth?"

"Make me," Romano look-alike smirked.

"Wh-Who are you?" Italy asked.

"You tell me who you are before I blow your head off!" The angry Italian threatened, pointing his gun at Italy.

"I told you! I'm Italy!"

"I told you, I'M ITALY!"

"Fratellino, calm down. Let me talk to him," the Romano look-alike suggested as the angry Italian groaned in response. "Say um... other Italy...?" Italy peeked from behind his white flag again.

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"So wait, you're telling me this guy is from a mirror or parallel universe or whatever?" Romania asked, eating a shawarma kebab that looked more like a weird meaty and veggie burrito. Oliver was eating his as well.

"I think so. I was using a spell to fix my mirror. It's supposed to be a mirror to other worlds and it wouldn't change back into its normal state. After fixing it, I found this clown on my ceiling," England explained.

"Excuse me, but I am a gentleman, not a clown," Oliver replied, looking slightly annoyed.

"Whatever."

"Mhm," Romania responded, drinking his soda to help swallow his food. "What kind of magic did you use?"

"It was the Despell spell," England replied, folding his arms as Romania got out the spell book, then began turning the pages, while still eating his kebab. "HEY! Get your greecy fingers off of my books!" England snatched the book away from Romania's hands. "That book is ancient and given to me by Mum and you're soiling it with your greasy fingers!"

Romania placed his kebab on the table, then licked his fingers before grinning and wiggling his fingers in front of England. "All clean!"

England glared at Romania, arms folded, as he wrinkled his nose. "Ew."

"If you both are done having your quarrel, perhaps you lovely gentlemen can tell me how I can get back to my world?" Oliver asked as the duo stared up at him. He had just finished his kebab.

Suddenly, England heard his phone ring. He picked it up, checked the caller ID, then answered it, "America, what is it this time?"

"Yo Britain, we've got a problem," America said.

"Can't it wait?"

"Not, if you want me to let go of the maniac, who is about to fall into the sky, if you don't get your ass here!"

"W-What!?" England cried out.

"Get your fucking ass here right now!" An angry voice that sounded like America's shouted.

"I know that voice, it's my little boy! Why is he here!?" Oliver asked with a bit of threat in his voice.

"America, you get that man to a safe location where he can stand. Anything with a ceiling. Just keep an eye on him and don't leave him out of your sight," England advised America.

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America had a hold of what looked to be like a twin version of himself with very dark ginger hair and crimson eyes. He also seemed to be wearing very punk clothing and sunglasses on his head. America was walking on his way to his house, holding onto the man with both hands. It was incredibly hard, then he began hopping a bit and noticed how high he was hopping.

"Whoa-Whoa-Whoa-Whoa-Whoa!" America responded, feeling nervous and scared. "Oh my god!"

"Are you trying to send me to the sky!" The America look-alike screamed before they were slowly brought down next to the door.

"Okay, okay, we're here," America said, looking up. "Hang on to one of my arms!" The America look-alike immediately took one hand and quickly grabbed a hold of one of America's arms, hanging onto it for dear life, as America unlocked the door. While doing that, his feet began lifting an inch off the ground. "Whooooooooooa! Climb yourself inside!" The America look-alike grabbed onto the top of the door frame, then climbed inside the house before collapsing onto the ceiling, which was like a floor to him. "See, I told ya the hero would save the-"

"Don't you fucking brag about saving my life! Just get lost and leave me alone!"

"Hey, I was just trying to help!"

"And you've done enough help! Now, I want to be left alone, so leave me the fuck alone you fucktard!" The man yelled at America, who glared at him.

"Fuck you! You're welcome for fucking saving your life, asshole!" America yelled back as he stormed into the kitchen.

The America look-alike humphed and rolled on his back, panting. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to be by himself. That was the most embarrassing thing to happen to him. He had to rely on some nobody that looked like him to save his life. He never relied on anyone! He didn't need anyone! He still didn't want to admit how desperate he needed help.