Italy's POV

Stupid ass France!He did nothing to help us!Actually where are we right now?It seems like some sort of cellar,and of course the mirror is cracked.

"Italy,this isn't England's house."

"Yeah no shit Germany.Start searching for clues on where the hell we are at."

We started looking around and I saw some weird magic items and tombs on bookshelves.And because I think we are in the 1p world...Wait these guys use magic?

"I can see it..."

"Enlighten me,what do you see Japan?"

"Someone's coming.The string."

"Japan,what fucking string?There is no string anywhere-"

Just then someone opened the door and we all froze."La la-WOAH~!I didn't invite people over...wait...GAAAHHH!"
He screamed before shutting the door again.I mean,I get that we're not supposed to be here but why be sure a little girl about it?

"That was Romania's 1p."

"Oh GOD.Isn't our Romania a mad scientist freak?"

"Yes.Yes he is."

Germany started to bang on the door but to no avail.I picked up some sort of wand and started waving it around like that was doing something.

"FUCK!"

I threw it on the ground in frustration before taking out my knife and scraping it against the door."LET US OUT!"

"Italy calm.He's coming back now."

Japan always says that there are these weird strings that connect to other people that we consider friends.He claims that he can see them,and it's helped us out a lot of the time but...it just gets creepy after a while.

"Um...W-who are you people?And why are you in my basement?"

We all remained silent until Japan put on a pretty good fake 1p accent."Romania-san?Its just the Axis...can you let us out?"I see Japan has been practicing...but when he sees us we're done for!We look NOTHING like our 1ps!

I gave Japan a death glare before He shot me one back.Germany pressed his body flat against the wall next to the door for some reason...why am I always with these guys?

"Wait!Japan?"Is that really you?"

"H-hai!"

"How's the anime coming along?I mean like me and Bulgaria have been waiting AGES for another horror one~"

"I thought you said you stopped making that anime bullshit!"I whispered to Japan.Germany told me that he's just impersonating his 1p but I still don't believe him.Japan is in to some kinky shit from what I've seen.

"Oh sorry you guys I'll let you out now."
I smirked and stood directly I front of the door as it swung open."Surprise~!"
I kinda regretted my decision right there.

I tried to dive to get out of the way but no,a freaking cloud of gas enveloped the room,knocking us all out."Well time to bring them back from where they came from..."

England's POV

We were walking around in Norway when we saw some familiar faces walking toward us.It seemed to be some more 1ps,but one drew an axe out of nowhere and pointed it at us.

"Hey,who are you guys and why are you leaving Norge's house?"He said.To me it's looked like if Denmark shaved and stopped smoking,he almost looked younger then our Denmark.

"Um...visiting?"I said,kinda not sure what to say in this instance...I mean I don't have a cupcake on me..."I don't recognize you...What's your name?"

"Erm...It's...It's me England you git!"

I saw Canada and France's expressions,surprised that I called someone such a mean name...I feel like a terrible person!I'll put extra into the swear jar...

"What happened to you?Why do you look so...colorful?"I started to sweat a little,seeing the glare from who I presume to be Sweden next to him.Why does he look so scary?!?

"Look...England had a bit too much much to drink...Were just trying to get him home.If you'll excuse us!"
France hauled me over his shoulder and started running off with me and Canada not to far behind.

Once they were out of sight he put me down and sighed."I don't know about you but if we get to one of our 1ps houses,then we could get out of here.They actually know we exist and will try and force us out of here.Oui?"

"He does have a point.The closest one would be....England's 1p.Should we get going?"I nodded before hopping onto Canada's back for transportation."Also,don't we look a bit out of place?We are all wearing our night clothes."

"I think we look fine poppet!But it is a little chilly..."

Finland's POV

We made it!Wait...where...no...no this wasn't according to plan.We're not in Norway..."Finland.This isn't where you said we'd be.Where the hell are we?"

"Look we are in a dark closet ok?I really don't know right now Denmark."
Denmark,Iceland and Finland here to take out all of the 1p Nordics.And now,I have no clue where we are.The mirror behind us is cracked,so we can't go back in.

I felt my way toward a door handle and told the others to come close to me.Slowly I cracked the door open,to see a hallway.It was dark,all the lights were off.I went into the hallway with the other two following behind me.

I told Denmark to bring his revolver,and Iceland brought a knife.So did I,but I'm a bit more skilled with assassination and killing.Iceland likes using his knifes...well let's say for the 'tattoo' on his wrists.

The interior of this place seems pretty fancy,but I saw a mug on a table to what I assumed to be the living room."British Flag.We're in 1p England's house."The other two nodded as we began to turn on the lights and search the house.

It might not be who we wanted it to be,but he could make a good hostage.
"If you find anyone,knock them out,tie them up and keep them in the bedroom."They both nodded before going upstairs again.I searched the closet again for some rope,before I heard some angry yelling and then something hitting the ground.

That must have been England then.I gave Denmark the rope to tie him up,and finish securing the house.There was nobody else in the house which is good until the phone rang.Iceland picked it up but just put it on speaker to hear who it was.

"Hey Britain!Im trying to invite you to my party man!Christmas is soon brah and I'm having an X-mas party at my place see you there!"The guy hung up.By the way he was talking and from studying the 1p a little in guessing that was 1p America.Nothing like the one we have.

"Should we call back saying we have a hostage?"Iceland said shrugging.It was an idea but...No.We shouldn't.Torturing comes first.I might as well have fun here,because I know how Norway gets when we do things without telling him.

Norway...I can swear he is bipolar sometimes.He has that habit of snapping at the most random times and things.His eyes go wide and...I'm rambling again."No are you stupid?That idiot would blow up the whole house or just get the Allies to come save his ass.No deal."Denmark said it best.

"UNHAND ME RIGHT NOW YOU WANKERS!"We all heard him yell from upstairs.I sighed grabbing a...scone from his fridge to go feed him.The scone looks nice,if he doesn't eat it I might take a bite.

"Hey quiet.Are you hungry?"He was nicely tied to the bed post,sitting up facing me.His legs were tied together,but he was swinging them around like it did something."Who are you people?"

I tired putting the scone close to his face but he turned away."N-no!You probably laced it with poison or...something..."He paused for a moment and I moved the scone close to my mouth before I saw his face.He's studying me.

"You remind me of Finland...who are you?"Do I actually look like that coward?Thats an insult."I don't put poison on things,thats...his job."
His eyes went wide and right before biting into the scone he said it.

"Your a bloody 2p...."

I fell to the floor from the food and writhed in pain from it.Last thing I heard was Iceland and Denmark making their way up the stairs.That England hit the nail on the head didn't he?Haha...