Medium

Assembly in the Neutral Country

= America's POV =

- Flag World - Virtual USA -

I was chilling out watching a movie when I felt my phone vibrate. I thought I would just ignore it, after all, the movie was reaching its climax. But a few minutes later, the phone started moving again, I gave up and picked it up. The movie will have to wait.

Without checking who called me, I answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Guten Abend, Amerika."

Okay. Who is that? I know he's from Europe (I hope so), is that German? It's not French, is it?

"This is Austria speaking. Do you have time now... I mean, today?" The speaker had a German accent. But didn't he say he's Australia? I don't think he'll change his accent too soon. "By the way, if you've mistaken me for Australia, as always, I'm not him. I'm Austria, the one in Europe." His voice sounded like he had corrected me a thousand times. That made sense.

"Ah, yes. Austria. Is it urgent? It's been a while since you called me." I sat back down on the couch, fiddling with some loose strings. "It's more than that. I can't talk right now about that, though... Are you in the real world now?" His voice was getting impatient by the second. "No, I'm not. You want me to go to your house?" I tried to keep my voice calm. I was starting to get some weird sensations, too talking to him. "Yes, that would work. Danke. Oh, and can you promise not to use any weapons once you arrive?"

That is a very peculiar request, huh? I thought for some time. Doesn't that mean there is something in his house that is a disturbance? Then, why does he want me in his house?

"Um, Amerika?" A nervous voice reached my ears. "Uh-huh, no weapons. OK." I answered absent-mindedly. I think Austria sensed my doubts. But he didn't show it in his voice. "Dankeschön. Wir sehen uns später." He hung up.

I stood up to get changed. I got out my hoodie and a pair of jeans. I would always wear something that looks more formal when I go to Europe, but it's not like I'm going to meet with my father. This should do.

When I picked up my phone again, Austria had sent me an e-mail saying that the portal was ready, and he'll be waiting for me. Since going to the virtual country first would save me time and money, I searched the capital of Austria (It's called Vienna), left the house, and snapped my fingers.

My sight turned black for a second, and there I was in the streets of a very detailed replica of Vienna. I hope it's Vienna; I can't read the signs in German.

- Flag World - Virtual Austria -

The streets were beautiful with old-fashioned stone architecture. The scenery was very different from that in the US, especially in cities like Manhattan. Because it being in the flag world, there weren't any tourists like in the actual world, and the citizens weren't real either. It might be nice to gather with my friends to take a tour around countries... If only they don't have work to do.

I was taking a look around the city when another flag appeared in front of me. I let out a small groan when I saw that Union Flag. Really? He called my father, too? For what?

"Oh?" The UK let out a small, puzzled voice, too. "Good afternoon, son." He looked at me head to toe with a dissatisfied look. If I had known, I would have worn something different. "Afternoon?" I asked him. I thought it was just before noon.

My father rolled his eyes. "You forgot the time differences between countries, and your glasses have dark lenses." He informed me. "Ah. Right... So, why are you here?" I asked, trying to change the topic. "Austria called me. I thought you came for the same reason?"

I nodded to his question. There were a lot of things I would like to ask, but I'm not asking them now. Then my father brought his hand to his mouth as if he was wondering about something and asked me, "I thought Soviet is coming with us too?"

If I were in one of those Japanese anime, the lenses of my sunglasses would have shattered. After some fights, the relationship between myself and the Soviet Union became significantly better; we aren't that intimate. However, it is better than my relationship with JE and Edo. They think I'm a demon from hell or something.

"What's with the choice?" I asked. My father shrugged, "I don't know. But I do have a bad feeling about this."

Just then, another flash of light. Then, a tall man with an eyepatch and ushanka appeared. So, I guess we are all set?

"Что?" The USSR looked at us with a puzzled expression. "Did Austria call you too?"

"Yes." The UK answered. "Did you hear of more people?" I turn to him. He shook his head. "Alright!" I laughed and clapped my hands two times.

A swirl of light formed on this side. To go from the flag world to the real world, two sides should correspond to make a path, although if it's the other way around, it's much simpler. This time, since Austria had made the exit beforehand, the other end quickly responded. The portal was complete. The three of us quickly enter before it loses connection.

= Austria's POV =

- Real World - Austria -

I heard a knock on the door and quickly went to answer it. When I opened the door, I saw three men of different nationalities and fashion. This was weird. Having the three past superpowers at my entrance was a great scene, though they were in their human forms.

"Guten tag. Please come in. Would you like tea or coffee?" I asked them. The UK and USSR asked for tea, and the US asked for the latter. I led them to the parlor, and served them their drinks.

"So," the UK started after taking a sip of the hot tea. He looked satisfied with it, by the way, "Why the three of us?"

I was waiting for the question to come sooner or later. It was already late at night, and the sky was getting dark when I called them. I wonder why the US has his sunglasses on?

"OK. I called you because you're probably the people who are less likely to freak out when I tell you the news." I started. I didn't know how to put it. My heart was racing, and I could feel the country's eyes staring at me. "You see, I... well, my father and I may have found Third Reich."

Dead silence.

I knew this would happen.

The UK's face turned white, and the USSR and US exchanged glances.

"To defend myself, it was a coincidence! He was unconscious at the back of my house!!" Who am I explaining all this to? "It's not like I..." America cut me off by waving his hand. "It's alright, we understand. Is he still here?"

I nod. "He's sleeping upstairs. And I want you to know some things before you meet him." And I started informing them about the glitches, memory disorders, and how his eyes had changed color. Strangely, they all listened carefully to my information. I wish all of those international conferences worked this way. Seriously.