How The Tables Have Turned

What To Do With Unwanted Visitors

     "Oh no," A thought popped into America's head. "That means a damn Commie might be touching my stuff right now!"

    Soviet slowly turned and gave America a disgusted look.

    "Are you seriously worried about your stupid stuff?" Soviet replied, "We have bigger issues right now."

    Soviet turned back to look at the paintings on the walls. He had already mapped out three different escape routes in his head, and now he stared at the paintings, bored out of his mind.

    America was mumbling something about lysoling his house when he got home. Perhaps a more pyro cleansing technique could be used....

    While America was in his head and Soviet was standing there moody, Japan and Britian were off to the side of the lobby discussing what to do with their two new arrivals.

    "Well?"

    "I'm going to need time! I don't know exactly how they got here, and if there are multiple dimensions, then I have to figure something out so I don't send them to the wrong one. I can't just half-ass it, Britian. It needs to be thought out and executed perfectly-" Japan tried to explain.

    "I get it, I get it! But what are we going to do in the meantime? If they are anything like our Soviet and America, then they will be trying to claw the other's throat out. But we can't split them up incase something were to happen," Britian thought long and hard about what to do. What are they going to do? What could they do?

    "Well, obviously, we can't let this information out. America's allies would take advantage and try to attack us or open another front," Japan started to bite her nails, "Your just going to have to keep an eye on them until I figure out something."

    "What!?" America and Soviet turned their heads when Britian yelled. Britian noticed he was making a scene and just smiled at them. He turned back to Japan.

    "I am not babysitting them," He whispered.

    "You're not babysitting them! You're going to watch them," She whispered back.

    "No,"

    "Britian,"

    "No,"

    "Do you have any other ideas?!" Japan whisper-shouted.

    "...no. Fine," Britian finally relented.

    "Thank you," Japan walked back over to America and Soviet, "You two will be going with Britian. I trust you to understand that NO-ONE should know about this ordeal." She pointed at America.

    She trusted Soviet, or at least she was familiar with him. America had always been a loose cannon. Who knows who he would tell. Plus, he seemed like the type of person who never shut up.

    America tried to say something stupid, proving her right, but was cut off by Japan.

    "This is not your world. From the way it sounds, it is vastly different. So no politics," Japan's eyes drilled accusing into America's soul.

    "Hey! Don't just blame me," America pouted.

    Japan stared at him more. Britian came up beside her and crossed his arms, also looking accusing at him.

    "He gets it. We both do. Neither of us are in a position to try anything," Soviet spoke for both himself and America. As much as he was trying to assure Britian and Japan, he was also silently threatening America.

    "Whoa, is the Soviet Union himself standing up for me?" America teased, missing the threat entirely.

    "Don't get used to it,"