A Small World? (Hetalia x Male!Reader x 2pHetalia)

Chapter 6: Family?

     Canada and I walked to a table, bring our trays of food with us. Canada sat across from me as I dug into breakfast.
  "Hey... (Your name)?" Canada weakly called me out.
  "Yeah?" I asked, my mouth stuffed with food.
  "What's your family like?" Canada asked. America plopped next to him.
  "Probably chaotic and murderous!"
  "Evil and dark?" Germany sat on my left while Russia sat on my right. Italy and Japan sat with us, leaving the last seat for Arthur.
  "Not really, in my world's standards. I think we're normal." I continued eating.
  "Explain?" Russia smiled.
  "Well, I have two dads and two brothers. This makes the house a sausage fest. Pops bakes and cooks, Dad works his ass off -when he's not smoking with Uncle Andres. Allen goes and kills people for cash, only to lose it in Pops' swear jar. Matt goes and protects animals from poachers and kills them with his bear. From my standards, we're the least insane family there."  I stated plainly. Russia thought for a second.
  "Da, that makes sense. If the 2ps are murderous in every way, your family does sound the least insane." Russia agreed with me.
  "That doesn't make it any better." Germany huffed.
  "I'm the only 'oddball' of our perfect family." I smiled, proud.

     America finished half of his absurdly large breakfast and laughed. He seemed to be enjoying himself right now.
  "Oh? How are you the oddball?" America laughed. I sighed and looked away.
  "What's wrong?" Italy asked, noticing me ignoring the question.
  "You're here. I'm not defiling some kid's ears!" I shouted. Germany covered Italy's ears while America did the same for Canada.
  "Proceed" America smiled. I shook my head and stuffed the last bit of food into my mouth.
  "Ve~ I can't hear anything!!" Italy complained. Germany reluctantly let go, understanding I'm not going to say it.
  "Why does your world's food have a funny after taste?" I complained.
  "What do you mean?!?!?!!" France gasped, seemingly hurt by the comment.
  "I don't know... I've only eaten food from Ollie and Zao... This tastes so weird. Maybe I'm just not used to eating this kind of food." I stated.
  "Zao? Who's he?"
  "My world's China. Me, him, and Kuro -my Japan- do some pretty shady stuff after we eat." I stated plainly.
  "You seem to respect your friends and family," Russia stated.
  "You guys don't? Allen and Oliver always remind me to watch what I say, especially to my world's Italy. He's scary!" I shivered, remembering my 5 encounters with him. 5 times too many for anyone!
  "Oh? What's he like?" Italy asked.
  "SCARY!" I accidentally shouted, causing some of the nations to look surprised. Oops~

~2p World~
~~Matt's PVO~~

    I watched as Dad fixed up Allen. Vicktor went home an hour ago. I gave a soft sigh and looked at some old photos of when we were young. Who would have known this would happen?
  "Hey, Dad?" I looked at him. He gave me an annoyed grunt like he always does.
  "Does (Y/n) know he's not born here? Like he's not from this world?" I asked. Dad stopped for a moment and thought about it.
  "Not that I'm aware of. Only this family knows about it and as far and I'm aware, no one told him" he answered cautiously.
  "What if we get there, and he decides to stay there? Like he feels like he belongs with them?" I felt a small part of myself worry over the male.
  "I doubt he would. They don't have opium nor heroine there. But, if he does, Oliver would kill at least half of those bastards." Dad answered. I nodded.
  "You think he's okay? Maybe he got away from them?"
  "I doubt that Mattie. But I doubt they would be torturing him. He's probably a prisoner." Allen groaned, waking up from his sleep.
  "I told you not to call me that!" I growled.
  "Now boys, do you want me to get Oliver?" Dad said, causing me and Allen to shiver in fear.
  "NOPE!"

~1p World!~
~~Your PVO~~

     I sat on a broken chair as I watched the world meeting unfold. Honestly, it was quite a sight to see how many countries could fight in one second of everyone entering. I swore Ludwig -Germany- was going to have a blood vessel from how angry he was. I chuckled softly.
  "THAT IS ENOUGH! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY WORLD MEETING! WE HAVE A HIGHLY IMPORTANT ISSUE TO DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW!!" Germany screamed over the crowd, causing everyone to look at him. I snorted a bit, not trying to be rude.
  "Right, we have the ragazzo (boy)." Italy smiled.
   "Why is he here anyways?" Norway asked. Yes, I spent a good 10 minutes meeting as many people as I could.
  "Because he came here and ruined all my expensive furniture!" France cried.
  "He's from the 2p's dimension," Kiku stated. Oh boy, here we go.