The trio were chilling as usual, when Canada's brain formed a question.
"Hey... I wonder how the other dimension us are doing?" Canada said.
"Huh... good wonder.... LETS GO ON AN ADVENTURE AND FIND OUT BOIIIISSSS!" America exclaimed.
"IM TWO STEPS AHEAD OF YOU!" Mexico exclaimed, machine already in hand.
Next thing they knew, they were in the genderbent dimension.
"Guess who's back baaaaaaabyyyyyy!!!" America exclaimed.
"HEEECK YEAHHH! We just made tacos too!" F. Mexico exclaimed. America looked at his female self, and his female self looked at him, and both of them gasped.
"YOUR HAIR GOT SHORT!" America exclaimed.
"YOUR HAIR GOT LONG!" F. America exclaimed.
"BRO THAT'S CRAZY!" America exclaimed. With that, the trio ate tacos with their female selves.
"So, you're doing a dimensional check in?" F. Canada asked.
"Yep, just making sure everyone is still alive," Mexico said.
"Especially the zombie dimension," America said.
"Well, go! Y'all already know what's been happening around here! So go ahead!" F. America exclaimed.
"Ok! We do have to get together eventually for an interdimensional party!" America exclaimed.
"Sounds dangerous, we're in," F. Mexico said. With that, the trio hopped to the next dimension.
They were teleported into a living room similar to theirs. They saw their alternate selves sitting in the living room drinking tea.
"Oh, you're back!" Alt. America exclaimed.
"Yep! We just wanted to check out how you guys are holding up! How's being friends working out for you three?" America asked. Alt. Mexico smiled.
"It's going great," Alt. Mexico said. The trio started catching up with their alternate selves, realizing that the alts were a bit boring. They just did regular things that very rarely ended in catastrophe. However, the trio were happy to see that the alts seemed to be enjoying themselves and each other's company.
Alt Mexico saw that the teacups were empty, so he took the back to the kitchen to refill them. A few moments later, they heard the sound of breaking porcelain. They rushed over to the kitchen to see what was wrong, and they found Alt Mexico cowering on the ground, surrounded by spilt tea and broken teacups.
"I-I...I'm s-sorry...I-I....," Mexico stuttered breathlessly. Alt America gently escorted him outside while Alt Canada cleaned up the mess.
"Am I ok?" Mexico asked.
"He's just still used to the way his ex reacted to things... he'll be ok," alt Canada said.
"....oh, is his ex still in prison?" Mexico asked.
"No, he broke out but the police caught him. They had to use a lot of force and well... he's dead now," Alt Canada said.
"Cool, I have no sympathy," Mexico said. Eventually, Alt Mexico and America came back inside.
"Well, it was nice hearing from you three, we have a lot more dimensions to cover though, so we're gonna to have to get going," America said.
"Ok, it was nice to see you again," Alt America said.
"Bye!"
After systematically dodging the taco dimension, the trio ended up in the pet dimension.
