England raced, cursing, into the meeting room five minutes late. Ignoring the curious looks and questions from the other nations, he slammed the door shut, locked it, and turned to the others.

"They're coming! It's the-"

And the doors were blasted inward, England scrambling to brandish his wand at the figure entering the room. . .

"Hello poppet!"

"Go the bloody hell away Oliver!" cried England, casting a spell at his 2p! self who sidestepped.

"Now Artie, that's not very nice," Oliver tutted, holding out a jar containing currencies from all around the world. "Pay the swear jar."

"Fuck no! Why are you here?!"

"Would you believe it if we said a rogue portal pulled us through?" a second voice asked in a bored tone.

"Unfortunately, yes," England sighed. "Who is 'we'?"

"Well, y'all are lucky enough that it's only us four," drawled 2p! America.

America stalked, bristling, up to his Otherworld counterpart and greeted tersely, "Allen."

2p! America nodded to him, smirking. "Alfred."

"Well!" England exclaimed, pushing between the two Americans. "We'll have to leave now, Germany," he said, grabbing America and France by the arm and nodding to Canada to follow.

As the rest of the nations watched silently, the 1p! and 2p! FACE families walked out of the room.

Romania leaned over to Norway and whispered, "We should probably look into that rogue portal. For Iggy's sake."