Heyyyy everybody~

This is my first multichapter fic that I am determined and excited to finish.

I hope you stick it through with me till the end.

HAPPY GERMAN-AMERICAN DAY

Now sit back, grab a bowl of pasta, and enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Alfred slowly woke up from a pleasant dream. You know the kind you never want to wake up from? Yeah, that's the one. He stayed there, eyes gently closed, trying to slip back into the dream but to no avail.

Something felt off about his surroundings.

One ice blue eye slid open and lazily looked around.

Everything felt a bit bigger, and smaller.

None of his surroundings looked familiar, but that wasn't new for Alfred. He had a house in each of his states.

Speaking of states he distinctly remembered falling asleep in a downtown New York apartment. Where was all the noise? Alfred tilted his head and looked out the window. He saw a bright blue sky and a lush dark green pine forest. This was certainly not New York.

Alfred groggily sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. Panic started to fill Alfred when he didn't feel Nantucket slip through his fingers. He set his hands next to him and his left hand brushed against something. He looked over to find a mop of silver hair poking out from under the covers.

What was Gilbert doing here, wherever here was?

Maybe Gilbert could fill in the blanks that Alfred seemed to have. He gently shook the albino's shoulder. Gilbert's eyes poked over the sheets.

"What is it bruder?" Alfred froze and stared at Gilbert. Why was he calling him brother? "Do you want me to go make breakfast Ludwig?"

"I'm not Ludwig." A sly smirk slid onto Gilbert's face.

"Oh? Do you want me to call you Master Germany now that we're in bed, bruder?" Alfred could feel Gilbert's hands slowly slide lower and lower until they reached..

OKAY, that was enough for Alfred. He jerked away and fell off the bed. Alfred scrambled to his feet and sprinted to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Out of the corner of his eye Alfred saw something strange in the mirror. He turned his head and saw Ludwig staring straight back at him. Alfred opened his mouth to talk to Ludwig, but Ludwig copied his every move.

That's when Alfred screamed. And fainted.

Ludwig rolled over and tried to block the noise.

He could have sworn he fell asleep next to Gilbert in their country house. Not in New York

Ludwig searched his brain for a reason he might be here but none came up. No meeting, diplomatic discussions with Alfred, picking up his brother from Alfred's, something to do with Feliciano or Kiku. Nothing was coming to mind, which was greatly bothering the German.

He needed some coffee. Ludwig swung his legs over the edge of the bed and searched for the slippers Gilbert gave him for his last birthday, but they were oddly missing. He brung them with him everywhere. He walked down the small hallway and poured himself a nice cup of coffee. He sat down and sipped on his coffee until he was fully awake.

Out of the corner of his eye Ludwig saw Alfred through a window. But something was off.

He wasn't in the ground floor, the traffic would have been much louder.

Ludwig raised his right hand. Alfred raised his right hand.

Ludwig raised his left hand. Alfred raised his left hand.

Ludwig put both his arms down. Alfred put both his arms down.

That's when Ludwig realized he was looking in a mirror.

Wheeeee, That's Chapter 1. Whose fault is it? How will they fix it?

More to come. Please leave a review, they mean a lot.

Again I own nothing