How The Tables Have Turned

An Idiot Touched A Thing

    He touched something. Because that little American has to touch everything in his sight line! He touched one of Japan's delicate experiments because he has the IQ of a fucking toddler.

    Thanks to him, both of them were now in Japan's empty lab, unlike a few seconds ago when it was full of science stuff and Japan herself.

    The lab, a pristine pink room that was full of little trinkets for decoration and lab equipment that was definitely not for decoration, was vacant of anything familiar.    

    Japan had always stated that labs that were completely white were awful and reminded her too much of her mother. She claimed that the pink brought on her creativity and that it matched her aesthetic. Plus, the last time I checked, the wall color of a room doesn't change. So it didn't make sense that the walls were suddenly not pink at all, but a dingy white. Moreover, there were scratches and dirt on the walls, like it had been abandoned.

    The last thing America and Soviet distinctly remember is a stomach drop feeling that was unique to anything they had ever felt before.

    They both fell to the floor in a mass of limbs. Soviet is pretty sure he fell onto some broken glass- perhaps an old beaker that had broken. America scrambled to his feet, not paying any attention to what or whoever he was kicking on the process. But when does he ever.

    "Amerika, if you kick me in the face one more time, I will cut your leg off and shove it down your throat." Soviet slowly got up himself.

    "I would like to see you try." Was America's response as he readjusted his sunglasses. He started to slowly look around, taking in the very much empty lab that wasn't empty before. Why was it empty? Where is Japan?

    Soviet dusted himself off as he also looked around. "Do you have uranium filling your brain? Even I know not to touch random-"

    While America had his back to the door but not to Soviet, Soviet spotted a figure standing in the doorway. It looked to be Japan. However, she was surprised to see them.

    "What are you two doing here?" Japan said very forcefully.

    "HOLY SHI-" America whipped his head around, he finally stopped being nosy and noticed Japan.

    "You two are NOT allowed in here together. Especially you America."

    "Huh-" Before he could get a word out, Japan got behind him and started pushing him out the door and down the hallway.

    "I could hear the racket you were making from a different floor! I'm surprised you even had the nerve to try to show your face around here. After what you did, nobody wants you around. Besides, perhaps, North Korea, but he's just a suck up." She huffed.

    "North Korea? He and America hate each other." Soviet was following behind Japan as she continued pushing America through different hallways until they reached a lobby that looked like a standard hotel lobby with a front desk and everything. The people who had been in the lobby gawked at them as they passed.

   "Uh, yea. Hate with a capital H. Also, I know I'm annoying,  but I can't think of anything I did to piss of a bunch of people, recently at least." It became clear that Japan was trying to get them to leave. But we both know America and Soviet are too stubborn for that.

    America planted his feet, causing Japan to run into his back. She pushed and pushed but could not get Amercia to move anymore.

    America, while ignoring the glare Japan was trying to sear into the back of his head, put his hand to his chin like he actually had a thought to express. He thought long and hard for the reason people were upset at him.