The worst Fusion: 2P-1P x Reader - Pt. 1(?)

This is it. This is the conference you normally go because you're one of them, but at the same time not one of them.

How so?

At some point, Arthur, also known as England, thought it would be a wonderful idea to mix this world and smash it together with the opposite universe, which everyone in the conference room would call the second player universe. To be honest, the next day he started yelling at everyone about why no one stopped him. Simple answer: he was completely hammered to the point where one touch will send him into a rampage. And the same day he was screaming about the mess the spell caused. The two worlds literally fused together and everyone's belongings fell ontop of each other. Surprisingly, the houses were not affected. And since then, every nation were busy cleaning up a rather very large mess that the magic left in their homes.

And then there's you. The only puny (as small as Liechtenstein's) country, who is also just an island, that doesn't have an opposite. Why or how? No one really knows. For a small country, the buildings and the whole island itself is rather beautiful and clean. You are (First Name) (Last Name), also known as (Country Name). And you have an extremely tired, plus 'tired-of-this-bullshit' expression on your face. Why? Complete utter chaos. And you thought the fights that Francis, also known as France and Arthur causes were complete utter chaos. Boy, you were wrong. Turns out, the opposites does it much worse. Except the people who causes the fights were Allen Jones and Matthieu Williams, who both are the opposites of Alfred Jones and Matthew Williams, who are America and Canada. The first week of having two worlds fused together has not passed by yet, you're only on the fourth day since it happened. As you stay seated as chaos blasts around you, you simply just dropped your head onto the table and sighed loudly. You're deciding whether to leave and stay safe, or wait until Ludwig, also known as Germany, to start screaming at everyone to stop. That option is currently unavailable because he was still busy with Gilbert, also known as the no-longer-existing-country Prussia, making their house as clean and perfect as can be.

You felt something bounce onto and off your head. You lifted your head with the same tired expression, stood up, and simply left the room. As long as it bounced off your head and not stuck in to it, you're fine. You lazily found your way outside of the building and straight to the café. Soon, you realised you left your bag in the building. 'Fucking splendid.' You thought as you rubbed your temples. You forgotten that your wallet is luckily tucked in to your pocket. But, you have your other belongings in your bag. Just a (Special Edition Name) Edition 3DS and a phone. You felt like getting up to quickly grab your bag, but you have a feeling someone in the conference room took it and stuck their nose into it, seeing the 2 beautiful jackpot. "Привет, (Name)!" You heard a childish voice shouted. It has a thick Russian accent and you knew who it belongs to. It belongs to no other than Ivan Braginsky, also known as the Russian Federation...or just Russia. "I noticed you forgot your bag when you left. I was about to leave to until I noticed it just sitting casually on your seat." He held out your bag. You took it and muttered "Thanks." The giant country took note that you're extremely tired.

"...When was the last time you slept?" He asked. You shifted your eyes left to right, thinking of a lie. "Last night...?" Ivan quirked his brow. You stared and smiled like a complete loser.
"...Not since Arthur drunkly fused our world with our opposite's together, that's for sure."
"You need sleep."
"Nah, I'm fine."
"You look as if you're about to crash any minute."
"Naaaaaah, I can handle this as much as your big sister can handle her boob weight."
"You're weird."

You instantly shrugged with a dorky yet tired smile.

---

You and Ivan were boredly spending the day together like what normal best friends do. You realised the sun is currently going down. "Wow, I have a feeling I should just walk out of the meeting more often. This was a fun day." You chuckled. Ivan patted your head. "We can also have this type of fun during free days, too." He said. 'And hopefully Natalia doesn't kill me in the process.' You thought. Even though you have a casual connection with Ivan's little sister, you're afraid she's going to hunt you down. Even though she scares you, once you got to properly know her, she can be slightly nice...in her own special way. Not to mention she's a bit of a hardcore pervert.

You and Ivan found your way to the hotels that other nations are staying at. The meeting took place in America, so, you didn't really see Alfred (nor Allen) in the hotel. Not that you really cared, sometimes their mute button is broken. As you entered your hotel room after you waved good night to your Russian friend, you automatically dropped to the couch and passed out for the night.

---

Your sleeping form slowly rolled itself off the couch, causing you to wake up when you landed on the carpeted floor. "Uh..." You muttered. Your sleepy (eye colour) eyes stared up at the ceiling for a good 5 minutes, and finally decided to get off the uncomfortable floor. As soon as you got up, you started hearing voices from other rooms in the hotel. You're not sure how that's even possible, but, then you realised some of the familiar voices. They are not quiet because you can hear the conversation perfectly, but, because of the walls, it sounds a bit low quality.


"I'm sorry dear, but just looking at your food almost put me in a coma."
"Your food ain't safe either"
"Oh please, Artie-kins! I retired from that ages ago when I got character development!"

You made a face at what you guess seems to be Oliver's response. Character development? You felt as if you're in a video game just from hearing that. You continued to listen in because let's face it, you're bored and your (Special Edition) Edition 3DS is too far away from you in lazy terms. Come to think of it, after looking at the time, you're wondering why they're still awake. It's 1:00 AM, and you're not sure why you're still awake either. You noticed the conversation between the Kirklands has ended, and noticed another conversation--

BANG!
CRASH!

You scooted over to the sound source and decided to listen in.

"These goddamn idiots!"
"'Ey! You're in our world, bastard?"
"How do you know, our worlds fused together by that idiot, remember?"
"I don't see complete idiotic chaos--"

You had enough. You counted how much of the word 'idiot' the two Vargas used in each of their sentences. "Luciano and Lovino Vargas, both of you are equally idiotic." You said out loud. There was silence. You realised you too, used the word 'idiotic' and you quietly cringed.

Silence kept filling the air.

"...(Name)."
"...Yeah?"
"Is your door locked?"
"What kind of dumbass question is that?"
"Just answer the question."
"Yes."
"Not for long."
"Pick the lock and I'll make sure your beautiful curl gets a nice small funeral with no guests because, who would go to a funeral for a strand of hair?"

And more silence.

You're not really the violent type, but you had that threat set up ever since you laid your eyes on Feliciano's--also known as North Italy--opposite self. Let's face it, it sounded a lot funnier when you first thought of it. You started to hear Lovino--also known as South Italy--laughing like a maniac. You're not sure if it's at your very horrible joke threat, or what's going on behind the walls. Either way, you heard a thump, ceasing the laughter and making the atmosphere quiet again.

"Our rooms are not near the Vargas' room and I heard that perfectly clear. Did someone got hurt?"
"Guys, I'm trying to sleep here, what's with the shouting?!"
"Matthieu, the only one shouting here is you. It just so happens we just talk as loud as an Italian family."
"Fucking nailed it."
"Yo, dummkopfs! I may be a heavy sleeper, but I'm damn sure you speak louder than an Italian family. And that award normally goes to the Vargas."
"But we are Italian."
"...No one asked for your opinions, Flavio."

Everyone is slowly waking up and joining in on the wall-to-wall conversation. You mentally sweatdropped. You really did not expect this to happen.

"Guys, as much fun as the wall-to-wall conversation that we're having, shouldn't we be asleep by now?"
"Ja, I would be, but you asses woke me up."
"We deserve an oscar for that."
"We can get it until Leonardo DiCaprio wins the oscar first."
"Which, as estimated, would probably not be next year. Or the year after...or the year after."
"Maybe soon, Feli, we just gotta keep believing."
"Guys..."
"Aw shit, Ludwig's awake."

Everyone quickly shut their mouths, waiting for the Blonde German to go back to sleep. You and the others are not really sure when he will go back to sleep...because you were in your temporary-yet-permanent rooms.

"I think we should just do the same before we end up not waking up in the morning like a certain lazy li'l lady in this hotel."
"Referring to me?" You grumpily said, pouting.
"The Chernenko-Braginsky-Arlovskys are asleep, Vogel and Zwingli are asleep, Héderváry is asleep, what I guess the Bonnefoys? I don't know, they all speak French, are asleep, I guess Oliver is still asleep--"
"Wow, rude. I'm still awake and why am I listed in there? I'm a boy!"
"--Shut up. Anyways, and there you are--"
"There are a few gaps in that list, wow."
"--...Can I talk?"
"Can you?"
"Can I?"
"Can you?"
"Ca--...MAY I finish?"

You cackled. "Yes you may, dear Luciano." You heard grumbles from the other side of the wall. You smiled in victory.

"--Anyways, so yes, I am referring to you."
"Fine then, Night nerds."

You quickly ran to your hotel room's bedroom before you could hear Luciano's response while cackling very hard.