Amermano story because the ship doesn't have enough love. Romano and his past self relapse into one, during a world meeting and everyone is pushed back into a time way before north Italy, Germany or Hungary. Into the time of Byzantine.
Waking up under a bunch of pressure was not very comfortable. Especially when that pressure was coming from breathing and very much alive bodies. And even worse when you were pressing down on another unfortunate soul. Sadly, even with all this talk over it being uncomfortable America simply couldn't have woken up any other way. The world, surely hated him.
Mumbles of discomfort and many alternating sleeping noises filled his ears and he was almost scared of opening his eyes. Thankfully he was a hero, and heroes could do simple tasks like opening their eyes. So he did. And when he did he groaned. Sure enough body parts and natural sunlight flitted his eyes, one stronger and warmer. He was debating on deciding which one.
"Ve~!! Germany, Germany~!! Where are we?!"
It came from the left, the voice of the Italian sounding very nervous. A short grunt and a ripple of movement came towards him from the right.
"Gah, i don't really know Italy. Just stay put and ve vill get out soon enough."
And another grunt, now very much French emerged.
"Where are we?!"
A series of annoyed 'we don't know's emerged. And it went on and on. After what seemed like hours and everyone had awaken from whatever had happened we started the process of dismantling the huge web of people. At first everything went really slow until he, the hero, yelled out a helpful suggestion to motivate the others.
"The one on the bottom has to eat England's scones!!"
Like the magic I'm guessing bought us here everyone began scrambling. A bunch of scuffling later America stood, albeit wobbly, near a tree. On the bottom of the huge human pyramid laid a dazed Hong Kong, a few people snickering for they knew he would force the asian to eat the scones.
Of course, once everything was back to normal. Currently, he didn't feel like he could force Scones onto the lanky male, for he wasn't sure where any of them were. A lot of people, he realised, were missing. Turkey, Romano, the United Kingdom, Ireland, Romano, Greece, Egypt oh and did he mention Romano? He knew he missed a few but for now those were his concern. After voicing his thoughts everyone went into a mild panic frenzy, shifting around and acting like fools.
"ORDER!!"
Germany, whom had gotten sick of everyone messing around finally blew a fuse.
"VE NEED TO FIND A VAY BACK HOME FROM HERE. IF JOU ARE ALL ACTING LIKE MAYOR FOOLS VE VON'T BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING!"
Everyone, somehow calmed down. Then came the questions.
"Um like, doesn't this place look like, Italy?"
Eyes turned to the pink clad Polish man and he shrugged.
"What? I'm just like, saying what i think. Like, tell them Liet!"
Lithuania actually nodded in agreement rather than forced answering.
"Yeah, i think Mr.Poland is right, the scenery does quite resemble Mr.Italy's land.."
Slowly people began to nod, and state their own opinions. Finally people turned to said country, Romano being nowhere in sight.
"Ve~!! I don't-a know! It does look like home.. But I don't-a feel the connection i should.."
Japan looked at the Northern Italian in inquiry.
"Nani? What do you mean by that Itary-kun?"
The man opened his eyes and his golden eyes shimmered with emotions.
"Wah! It looks like my-a land and it almost feels like my-a land but it's not.. The North doesn't feel like this.."
And then i realised why i felt so comfortable just standing around in this huge green clearing. It was Southern Italy.
"... No.. The south does."
Eyes turned to me.
"Yeah.. Romano lived with me for a couple of decades, and I visit his land whenever I get bored.. this.. this is southern Italy. I'm sure of it."
But.. why in the world would we be sent here so suddenly? The huge pack of countries stood up and with that came the crash of more differences. Outraged cries and disbelieving voices filled the air once more as everyone took note in their outfits. I'm not going to lie, I was quite pissed that my bomber jacket was gone but I wasn't reacting like some other countries whom I wouldn't name. Namely France and Poland. Everyone wore similar outfits, us, the men, wore loose robes and garnets, simple colors with simple patterns. The females wore more or less loose dresses, and America smiled as he watched Ukraine happily move without her tracks of land getting in the way, the dress being nice to her different figure.
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With a small sigh, the American tugged at his robes, like that of others they were long and white, yet simple and comfortable. The male guessed, it was an alright temporary outfit, and he himself knew they could've gotten worse. The countries, whom had finally calmed down and where talking softly to one another, all huddled around the same general area and it seriously was starting to annoy America.
"Uh dudes and dudettes, I know this isn't home but, uh, wouldn't it be a smart idea if we, ya know, moved out?"
The request bought people to move.. but also for a few arguments to be shouted out. Sweden walked over, and although slightly intimidated he smiled at the man before him.
"Yes my Swedish fish?"
Icy blue eyes glared at him. Sweden seriously disliked the nickname...
"Denm'rk 'nd Norw'y 're m'ssing"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah man, I think we established the fact that people are missing, your point is?"
Iceland glided forward, his robes making his icy pale skin seem ghost like.
"What he is trying to say is that, if we are missing people, why should we move, wouldn't it be better we wait for them here?"
India, who had heard the comments made towards the Westerner stepped in.
"Actually since we're missing people it'd be a better move to first figure out where we are and THEN look for our fellow countries. Better to have a sense of location than a sense of doubt!"
America nodded but yet.. many protests still came. He groaned, and realized, they were going to waste so much time arguing.. oh well..
