Okay…next chapter. Hoping I can get to the juicer part soon orz
Previously on Terrible Things…
Arthur threw Kiku a questioning glance. The Bad Touch Trio had nearly passed out from exhaustion and shock; Kiku wasn't even close to that stage, just mildly surprised. But then, just as Arthur was thinking that, Kiku's hazy brown eyes went wide, and he stared unconvincingly past Arthur.
"Kiku…?" Arthur trailed off.
Kiku responded by slowly pointing at what he was seeing, his arm shaking uncontrollably. Arthur followed his line of sight, and his expression of shock could rival Kiku's.
"Oh my God."
"Bollocks! What the bloody hell is this?"
"Ohonhonhonhon, hon, hon. Ack, my throat. What is this smoke, mon dieu!"
"Ah-! My little Romano tomato! Where is he, he was just right here – oh, ouch, smoke!"
"Kesesese—ackpth! This is so not awesome at all!"
"W-what is going on? This…this cannot be good…"
Arthur could only stare at the scene before him. There were three, no, five men standing in front of him, all coughing because of the excessive amount of smoke that was coming out of the archaic circle. They didn't seem all too happy, their handsome features blocked out by the grayish black smoke. Arthur saw only their bodies; one man wore a dirty green uniform, obviously from World War II; the other wore an odd blue-cape like thing and brilliant red pants; another wore a funny tan-jacket and a pair of tan trousers; the other one had a bluish uniform with the German cross, and the last one had a Japanese accent and wore a white World War II Japanese uniform.
As the smoke cleared, Arthur managed to make out the faces of these mysterious men. The one that had cursed had extremely thick black eyebrows, an annoyed scowl, scruffy dirty blonde hair, and emerald eyes.
The man looked exactly like himself.
…Someone needed to start explaining…now.
"Who…who the hell are you?" Arthur gulped, shaking.
All five men turned to him with different expressions. They all looked exactly like them – there was himself, then Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, even Kiku…what had he done?
"Eh?" the man that looked like Antonio cocked his head. "Woah! We should be asking you that!" he suddenly cried, pointing at Arthur. "Your eyebrows! They—they—woah!"
"You-Spain!" Arthur's lookalike glared at the Antonio lookalike. "Why the Bloody Mary are you here, with your despicable friends?"
"England, England, England." Antonio's lookalike, or Spain (what the heck, did he just call him Spain?) threw England (wait, hold up, England?) a withering look. "Lookie here, there's no harm in asking around and having a bar party with your amigos once in a while."
"A bar party? So are you twats drunk, then?" England rolled his eyes.
"Mon ami, I beg to differ," the Francis lookalike sighed. "we are not drunk in the slightest bit. Maybe Prussia, but not me, oho."
"Not you, France? Kesesese, not awesome at all. No lying! I can take alcohol three times, no, a million times better than you!" the Gilbert lookalike cackled.
"Bull!" England stomped his foot on the ground. "All three of you, stand to attention, we've got to get some damned answers here before we do anything else, much less argue!"
"Engrand-san is right," the Kiku lookalike agreed quickly. "We cannot argue amongst oursevres when there is bigger troubre at hand."
"Oh, Japan! I guess I will listen to you." France smiled winningly.
"If France says it, then I'll follow along, too," Spain nodded.
"Hey hey! Don't forget the Awesome Me!" Prussia responded hotly.
Arthur was still speechless at the random exchange the supposed lookalikes were having. They spoke with extreme familiarity, and all laughed and smiled at each other, even the one called England. They seemed to coexist nicely…something that Arthur had always dreamed of.
Kiku was also having the same inner reactions as Arthur. The lookalikes were all chatting along obliviously, trying to find a way that they could find someone who knew what was going on. They told each other what had happened, how they got to where they were, what they had been doing, and what they had planned on doing. It looked useless, though, as France began to flirt with England and they started to fight, while Japan took out a camera and Spain and Prussia began to egg them on. Kiku knew he had to be sensible in the situation, so he stepped forward, deciding that he was brave enough to confront a bunch of rowdy lookalikes.
"Herro," he began timidly, hoping to attract the newcomers' attentions. It didn't.
"Excuse me," he tried again. Nothing.
"Hey, you people, listen to us!" Arthur shouted angrily over the noise.
All heads turned to Arthur. He took a deep breath, and started to talk.
"I suppose you're all here with a reason. Calling each other country names, declaring your awesomeness, flirting, it's all normal, I suppose. Exempting the former, of course – who are you, and why do you refer to each other by these names?"
The five men contemplated their answer for a moment, before replying steadily, in unison: "Because that is who we are."
"Excuse me, again?" Arthur blinked, confused.
"We are all countries. Personifications," England offered an explanation. Arthur's emerald eyes lit up in recognition.
"My mother told me stories about it," he said, softly. "Countries would not rise from the ground, appearing out of nowhere. They learned to survive ever since they were born, and had nothing to hold on to. They were always alone, until they learned about each other. They called each other family, until everything broke apart…war, independence, disagreements, religion…opinions."
"Wow, you seem to know lots about us!" Spain said cheerfully.
"Too much." England grumbled under his breath.
"Your lookalike is smart, England. You should be happy." France scolded England.
"Well, my good wanker, you may flounce your opinion in someone else's face, thank you!" England snapped.
Knowing another fight was about to break out, Kiku intervened once more. "Engrand-san, France-san, prease do not argue over triviarl matters," he told them. They calmed down a bit, but still glared at each other once in a while.
"You all look like us. Or we look like you," Arthur chose his words carefully. "And you need places to stay, as well as a way to return to where you originally came from. Correct?"
They all nodded.
"Then how about this…we, your lookalikes, allow you to stay at our homes until you find a way back? I'm sure none of us would mind."
The countries looked at each other before nodding again, Prussia giving them all thumbs ups.
"Then it's decided," Arthur said. He looked at the half-conscious Bad Touch Trio.
"I'll give you their addresses. Just bring them home," Arthur sighed. He didn't want to mention that he was the one who probably summoned them, and knocked out the BTT. That would only end in a bad situation.
Kiku bowed to Japan, who bowed in return, and they made their way back to Kiku's dorm. Arthur did the same to England, who furrowed his eyebrows, greeting each other stiffly. The BTT were draped over their country lookalike's shoulders, before being merrily taken back to their dorms.
Everything proceeded smoothly. Arthur and Kiku made sure of that; they'd decided that their country selves could switch off and replace them at school occasionally, to get to know the area better. Arthur felt that they were taking this too lightly and seriously; real countries? He took magic seriously, but countries? That was too far-fetched. He truly doubted his lookalike and thought that it was all just a joke…right?
Right, just a joke. Nothing to be panicking over, Arthur.
Little did he know what he had gotten himself into.
Crappy ending is crappy~! R&R is appreciated, flames are not. I'll try to get to the juicy part, I swear! Super short chapter is short, too! Aiyah...