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09 December 2011 @ 08:59 pm
Teleported Into the Looking Glass(15)  

Title: Teleported Into the Looking Glass
Author: mistressssnakey
Character(s): America, Japan, Italy and Russia(for now).  
Pairings will be announced as the show up.
Rating: PG13(this chapter is pretty PG, but rating will go up).
Warnings: Some OOC.
Summary: America, Italy and Japan find themselves in an alternate reality after a failed experiment. There things are quickly put at stake.

This story can be found at FF.net

The next day after America learned of Lithuania's leave for the South didn't start very well for the blonde nation. Previously he had Lithuania's companionship. But now with the other nation gone he was pretty much on his own. While Canada had tried speaking with him, America was still upset with him.

He understood why he had done. America would have done the same for Canada. But his more stubborn self was still upset about. America didn't like to be lied to. He had suffered enough of that as a colony.

Around midday he met up with Prussia who had finished speaking with the soldiers that had stayed behind. They were getting ready to join the others down south. America still didn't know if Prussia would be joining them too or if he was going to stay here with Canada.

He thought about maybe talking with the Prussian nation, but stopped when Canada caught up with him. As they began to walk towards him, America entered a room. Canada was still trying to talk with him and he wasn't in the mood.

"You look stressed." America recognized Prussia's voice even if he wasn't able to see them yet.

"Things aren't going very well. Cuba was more prepared for this attack than we had suspected. We're still trying to get the civilians out of there, but the numbers are too great. His army is cutting ours of." Canada was under more stress now than he'd been during any other previous war.

"I'm guessing there is more." Prussia looked at his friend. "I heard you calling him early today."

"Don't, I know that look." Canada quickly tried to cut the albino off.

Prussia though wasn't backing down. "He has a point. He's a grown country, if he wants to take part of this war then let him. You could use all the help you can get.

"This isn't their conflict. We promised Japan that we wouldn't put America in harm's way. Russia shouldn't have brought him here. He was safer back in Russia." America felt his face heat up in anger once more. He wanted to say something, but for the sake of not been found kept his mouth shot.

Canada." Prussia began, but the Canadian shook his head.

"I can't. I kept telling myself that I could be strong. But I'm not. Just looking at him hurts more than any injury this war can give me. I can't go through that again. I can't lose him twice." America turned away from the door. Maybe he'd underestimate how hard this was for Canada.

"Mein Freund, you can't let that run your life. I know what is like to lose a love one, I was heartbroken when Old Fritz died, but I've learned to move on."

"Prussia, I've lost many to war. But I'm not going to lose someone that has nothing to do with this war. Be it him or anyone else." Canada turned away from the other nation and walked off.

"He's still a child, a young nation forced to grow old too soon. America had returned to stand beside the door to look at the two talking nations. Prussia then had turned to look directly at said door. The albino nation simply smiled before he too walked off.

He'd taken it hard that first night. But after that first meeting he'd acted so normal around him. Maybe the others were right when they said that he couldn't read the atmosphere. Canada probably had been giving signals since the first day and he hadn't noticed them. Maybe he was up to something, he shouldn't have come here.

He wanted someone to talk. But international calls were getting harder to make. He hadn't spoken neither with Japan nor Italy in days. He didn't even know if Japan had made any progress. Now feeling alone here he wished he'd gone with him. His stay here was a waste anyway. He couldn't even travel outside the city.

Once he was able to talk with Russia, America would tell the other nation just that. That he wanted to travel to where his friend was. It didn't matter if it was Japan or Italy, though he would prefer if it was Japan.

America was shaken awake by a hand on his mouth. It was too dark to see but after his eyes adjusted a bit too the darkness he could make out some silver hair thanks to the moon reflecting on it. The same person moved and handled him something.

America quickly noted it was his glasses. Putting them on he looked at Prussia, though he doubted the other nation could see the look of annoyance he was giving him.

"I've been talking with Canada and while I can see his reasoning, I don't agree with him. As I know you are aware." America blushed, so Prussia had indeed seen him.

America stared at the other nation in confusion, even if he knew Prussia couldn't see his face in the dark. "Huh?"

"You know, about keeping you away from the southern territories. So the awesome me is going to help you get down there." America still couldn't understand why Prussia would suddenly do something like that. Against his better judgment he continued to ask.

"But why are you willing to do something like that? I doubt Canada will be very happy with you." By how the nation had acted it would be the opposite. Prussia was putting his friendship in danger for some stranger.

"I have my reasons that I will explain on my way. But now do you want to go down south or not?" America was tempted to protest, but this could easily be his last chance. He nodded.

Prussia handed him something else, clothes. "Put them on quickly." America obeyed as fast as he could. This was really it. He would have kissed Prussia if things weren't already weird.

"Perfect, Canada is far too busy with getting the ammunitions down there to bother much with my soldiers. But just to be sure." Prussia grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door.

"How do you know where things are?"

"I've stayed in this room." Prussia simply shrugged opening the door. He handled America a cap. "Can you see without your glasses?"

"I think Canada will probably recognize me with or without them." He wondered if Prussia had one of those fake mustaches that would have looked cool.

"True, but the other humans here probably won't." America nodded pulling them off and handling them to Prussia. He was able to see without them well enough. Mainly he used them to read and see far away, also they made him look smart or something.

"Now just follow me and pray that we aren't found out. I know how terrifying little Canada can be when angry." America also knew, he'd witnessed that anger before. Two times it had been directed at him. Seen how this Canada sometimes acted his was probably worse, if that was possible.

Doing as he was told, for once, America followed Prussia closely outside. He almost gasped when Canada appeared out of nowhere, thankfully the other nation as busy talking with one of the generals. Prussia moved quickly helping him inside one of the cars before drifting off to talk with the Canadian.

America watched as the two nations exchanged words. The more Canada spoke the more worried Prussia looked, at one pint the nation even turned to look his way. Canada made to walk away but Prussia grabbed his arm, stopping him. Canada frowned but ended up nodding and walking off.

Prussia watched the other country walk away before running back to where America was. "We have some complications."

"What?" America quickly began to worry. Had Prussia changed his mind after all?

"It seems Canada has decided to come with us, to check on his people personally. He was going to visit you, say goodbye. But I was able to stop him. Told him you would have found a way to come with us. It was better to let you sleep."

America frowned, they were so close. "It doesn't matter. Once we are there he can't make me come back until another group returns."

"I guess, he was going to find out anyway. Keep down and don't let him see you until we get there. I'm pretty sure he'll make us walk back here if he finds us out. I have to join him. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

That probably wasn't a good idea since Prussia was the one to get in trouble usually. But America still simply smiled and waved him off. "I'll be fine."

America didn't see Canada or Prussia again as the cars began to pull off and away from Canada's home. For a while he tried to talk with the other men, thankfully his German wasn't too rusty. But after a while he began to drift off once more, Prussia had awoken him in the middle of a good dream.

He slept until one of the soldiers shook him awake. It was already daylight when he opened his eyes. For a moment America was afraid that he'd been discovered. But the soldier simply informed him in German that they had stopped to eat.

Nodding he waited for them all to leave. He doubted it would be wise of him to go outside and risk crossing paths with Canada. Though he was hungry and it was very tempting he waited there for Prussia to hopefully show up. Thankfully less than ten minutes later the Prussian while not showing up himself send someone with something to eat.

America thanked the man before eating the whole thing. It wasn't as good as his own food, but at least it was better than what sometimes England served them. He was also used to eating similar foods thanks to the immigration his country had.

The car took off once more soon after, but before it did America was able to sneak down and "relieve" himself in the nearest trees. Prussia did not appear. America guessed he'd been busy. Or Canada had been to close for him to sneak away.

The rest of the trip went pretty much the same. Prussia also send food to him and he sneaked to use the bathroom. Prussia would also send him messages with the soldiers to keep him informed about what was happening. It was becoming more difficult to keep Canada in the dark as their trip came to a stop.

Prussia had managed to stop him from calling back to the manor and ask about how he was doing. How he had managed that America couldn't even begin to imagine. For a moment he had suspected that Canada somehow knew. But the idea was ridiculous even to him. He wouldn't have allowed them to get this far if he knew.

America had been joking around the men when the first signs of trouble came. He stopped talking as his body fell forward. He grabbed his head to try and stop the headache. The others rushed forward to help him. The moment one tried to get the driver to stop the car America began to wave his hands hysterically.

"Nein. Es geht mir gut." America smiled at them. He sat back up though the pain still hadn't eased. He hadn't felt anything like it since the events of September 9. Then it hit him, they had crossed the border. He was home, nearing on the battles and he was feeling them.

He convinced the others that it was just the lack of sleep and rested his head back. They seemed to believe the lie since they returned to their own conversation. Once in a while checking to make sure he was fine.

The pain didn't ease even slightly as the trip finally came to a stop. Even after the others had left, probably to reunite with their friends that had arrived days previously he reminded there. The closer they got to the fighting the stronger the pain got.

It wasn't until Prussia finally appeared that America removed his hands from his face. "It took you long enough." America smiled up at him, allowing the other nation to help him up and down the truck.

"You look terrible, the soldiers said you were looking a bit ill but I didn't know it was this bad. You should have said something. We should have stopped to take a better look." Prussia was looking down at America with concern.

"It's fine, the Doctors already looked at me and they couldn't find anything wrong. I'm perfectly fine you see." America stretched his arms to show Prussia.

"They'll find something when I'm done with you too." Both nations froze and paled at the sound of that voice. They turned to look at the nation who had spoken and came face to face with, not Canada, but rather a very irritated looking England.

England has his arms crossed over his chest. His large eyebrows were raised with interest. Prussia opened his mouth to say something else, but before he had a chance to say anything another voice joined in.

"Prussia!" From behind England Canada had appeared and he looked as upset, or even more, than the Englishman in front of him.

"I'm guessing you have nothing to do with this lad?" England turned to look at Canada who was now standing beside him.

"I suspected at first, but I though he was smarter than this. I was wrong, a mistake that I won't be making away."

"Leave Prussia out of this, I asked him." America stepped in front of the other country.

Prussia shook his head. "No. It was my idea."

"It doesn't matter whose idea it was, you need to get him out of here as soon as possible. Cuba's forces are nearing in." Canada nodded at England. He would work on it immediately.

"No you won't. I'm not a child that needs people looking after him. I'm here because I want to be, because Russia asked me to come. Now I am here as one of Prussia's men, so you have no control over me."

The three nations started at America openmouthed. He was tired of getting pushed around. "I had no idea, he has some guts."

America turned and smiled at him. "Believe it or not you or the other you helped with that, he tutored me during my Revolutionary War."

"Well you heard him, he's under my command. I control where he goes, unless you are willing to risk me removing my soldiers completely."

"We wouldn't want that happening sir." One of Canada's own generals had appeared. The nation turned to look at him, ready to protest. But the look the man gave him made him stop.

"Fine if that's what you want to do. But trust me, if something happens to him…"

"You'll remove me from this Earth with your own hands." Prussia cut of Canada waving his hands.

"This is not a joking matter Prussia. You are putting a guest to our word in danger." England still looked pissed.

"Look I know Cuba back home, we're enemies of sorts. I can be of help. I just need to rest somewhere." Since he had stepped out of the truck, America had started to feel a bit tipsy. Finally unable to hold back he felt forward. Fortunately someone quickly grabbed him, the body was to firm and the person was able to hold him.

America was surprised to look up and find it was England who had graved him first. The Englishman anger had melted away to reveal deep concern. He was saying something, but America couldn't hear him.

"I'm fine. I just need to sleep it off. I haven't slept that well."

Close by America could hear Canada yelling at someone, probably Prussia, to get help.

"You're right, Cuba's forces are near. I can feel it, I can feel them ripping this land apart and it hurts." It'd been so long since he had faced a war on his own lands. An actual war inside his borders, with battles tearing the land, he'd forgotten how much it hurt.

"What are you going on about lad?"

"He's here."