Februari 1942:
Japan had conquered the former British colony singapore.
So italy japan and germany had come there in order to see if we could find any secret military documents or secret weapons he'd left behind.
Germany was busy deciphering the code in which Britain's journal was written and japan was busy looking after his newly made British war prisoners, Italy was busy exploring the fortress (one of the few jobs he did right).
germany didn't find much interesting in the journal most of it concerned only singapore (not very surprising) and some records of the import between him and the the U.S.. until...
'Germany! Germany~!'
*sigh* 'yes, what is it Italy?'
'I found a room full of sparkles! They where so pretty I thought I'd show you!'
'what do you mean with sparkles?' the german asked
'well there is a room with brick walls and all sorts of drawing on them and A book with strange formulas and lots of candles and a hug pot with a rainbow and sparkles coming out.'
he had nothing better to do and it could be some sort of secret weapon. With britain you never knew. 'fine italy where is it'
'Right this way!'
germany followed italy till a massive wooden door.
' this is the room with the sparkles Germany'
he opened the door. the room was indeed filled with strange sparkling colorful smoke coming from a large pot in the centre of a pentagram on the floor. germany got a bad feeling about this place. he wondered what the room was for.
However he was quickly ripped from his thoughts when italy ran towards the pot and started paging trough one of the books that was laying on a pile in the corner.
germany quickly covered his mouth and dragged him out of the room. The smoke could've been toxic.
'ITALY! That's dangerous! Did nobody ever teach you not to inhale strange gasses!'
'No they didn't Germany I'm sorry but it smelled like cupcakes and it looked so pretty I thought it was fine and this book is written in grandpa rome's language so I wanted to know what it said!' italy flailed his arms around and accidentally threw the book he'd been holding against the pot.
And a strange music suddenly filled the room. It wasn't really music but from the noise a tune and words could easily be made out.
''Maru kaite chikyuu'' it echoed inside the pot. Strange,how could there be an echo if the pot was filled with liquid? It didn't sound like any human. It almost sounded like someone sang it but was somehow drowned out by a million whispers.
'let's go Italy' germany said before shutting and locking the door and going back. Italy followed obediently as always.
That night japan and germany where watching over the prisoners while italy was sound asleep in germany's room he'd told japan about what happened and they'ed interrogate england first thing tomorrow.
''maru kaite chikyuu maru kaite chikyuu maru kaite chikyuu.
2ptalia des!'' it sounded far of as if drowned out by water. But human this time.
'That song... I know it' still sleep-drunk italy got out of bed and got dressed.
He followed the sound to the massive door. He knew going in there would get him in trouble with Germany but something about the voice on the other side of the door continued to beckon him that way. An invisible but great force that was strong enough to shove Germany to the back of the little italian's mind.
The door opened on it's own. There it was again the soft singing that lured him here the vibrant colorful smoke that sparkled even more than Edward Cullen. The little italian slowly walked up to the pot. The smoke became thicker with every step. Sickening-sweet smell that stung his nostrils made him feel lightheaded. All of italy natural coward-instincts told him to run! Run fast! Get back into bed and wait for Germany! Lock the door and forget everything you experienced here!
But in his daze all he had known to have been right didn't seem to matter.
he grabbed the edge of the pot. Despite the fire burning under it the edges felt cool. He stared down and faced himself like he'd never seen before. he whore a brown uniform black gloves, a hat, His curl was on the opposite side of his head and tears ran down his face.
''help me please!'' he heard him whisper from beyond the water surface.
'how?' Italy asked him
''take my hand...'' he reached out but his hand seemed unable to penetrate the water surface.
Italy stretched out his arm. The water-surface crippled on the first contact. First his fingertips sank in than his hand his wrist. till he was in the water up to his elbows.
'go on, grab it.' he said smiling.
That's when all sadness drained from his mirror image's face and made way for a wicked grin. His hand wrapped around the little Italian's wrist and he yanked him down.
And before Italy could even begin to understand he'd been tricked he received a strong blow against the back of his head and all the beautiful colors and his other self faded to black.