Rated T for violence and swears. No romance.
Prologue
A short man with pastel-pink hair skimmed through the Latin words he had just written. He held the paper firmly as he bobbed his head and bounced his leg to a tune that only he seemed to hear. After reading the entire magic spell for what must have been the 40th time, someone else in the room finally showed their disgruntlement.
"What's taking you so long?" A young tanned man cut into the silence, his rough voice seething with obvious impatience. He glared at the man in the opposite corner of the room.
"I have to make sure this spell is correct, Allen. Besides, you don't want you and your brother to get trapped between dimensions and never return to our world, right?" The overly cheerful man replied, ignoring the other's anger. In response, Allen widened his eyes in fear before quickly lying his head back down on the couch, whipping his phone out and pretending to do something important; he would do anything right now in order to avoid his psychopathic brother's gaze. Although the British man never intentionally tries to be creepy, most of what he says has an involuntary addition of foreboding and it would never fail to creep the American out.
"You know you're not fooling anyone, right? Staring at a blank screen isn't a good way to act like you're busy." A more gruff voice commented from somewhere else in the living room. Allen met the eyes of his Canadian brother sitting on another couch, looking at him with a bored expression. The American shifted his position on the piece of furniture so that he was now face to face with the other. In an almost challenging manner, he tilted his head to the side and smiled slyly.
"And what's wrong with you? Did someone shove a moose up your ass?"
"Did someone shove a baseball bat up yours?"
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Allen's expression turned to one of annoyance.
"Yeah, kinda." In response, the Canadian gave a slightly amused expression.
That was the last straw for Allen.
In a matter of seconds, the tanned American launched himself from his seat and onto his brother, punching him in the face and knocking them both off the couch. The much larger Canadian grabbed the other by his shirt collar and held him in the air, ready to knock him out; however, his actions were quickly cut short when a knife whizzed between the two, lodging in the wall behind them. Simultaneously, the two brothers looked to another man perched on one of the arm chairs, playfully twirling a knife in his hand.
"I hate when people fight." The Italian said in a mockingly innocent voice, a slight smile on his lips as he watched the knife spin in his hands. As if by some unspoken agreement the brothers immediately released each other and looked away, focusing their attention on different spots of the floor. Luciano was not a force to mess with as they have both learned. The Italian looked at the two with half-lidded unamused eyes and spoke in a commanding tone.
"I need you two to work together for this mission and I expect you to do so. The whole reason why I chose you two was because you're a generally well-rounded pair that gets along very easily." He shifted his gaze to the American. "With your overeagerness to take on any challenge that comes your way and quick thinking - " he switched his attention to the Canadian. " - And your strict attention to your surroundings and careful planning, I am overly confident that you will succeed. However, if I learn that both of you North American brats completely fail the mission because you can't stop picking fights with each other then there will be consequences, understand?"
Wordlessly, the two brothers nodded.
Silence overtook the room as the controlling Italian stared at the pair. Usually he trusts his own judgement and doesn't rely on others for their own useless opinions; although, he would be lying if he said he didn't have doubts. Then again, was their any other nation duo that could handle a mission like this? A shrill voice interrupted his thoughts and he nearly brought his hands to his ears to try to block out the annoying sound.
"Oh, Luciano, you're so good with children!" Said nation looked to the Englishman with a disgusted and annoyed look. He clenched his jaw in memory of all the times he wanted to throw that irritable man to the farthest island away from Europe so he wouldn't have to hear that stupidly jubilant voice at every single time they met.
"Oliver, don't you have something you should be working on?" The Englishman payed no obvious mind to the threatening Italian's tone and smiled almost genuinely.
"All done!"
"Then work on creating the damn portal, moron!" His temper got the best of him and Luciano involuntarily stabbed his knife into the armchair. Gripping onto the knife's handle and taking a few breaths, all the anger that was released had suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a mischievous smile.
Despite everyone else in the room being noticeably scared, Oliver kept his cheerful demeanor and began working.
After ten minutes had passed, a intricate circle with various symbols was drawn in the center of the living room, dotted with candles in various places. Oliver smiled at his handiwork and beckoned the two North Americans to his side. They stood on either side of the British man, admiring the effort and sporadic shapes that were designed in the circle.
"Allen, James, I need both of you to stand in the middle for me." Oliver said to the American and Canadian respectively. The two moved to where they were told without question even though their minds were screaming not to. Yes, they were terrified but a very murderous Italian was forcing them into this mission.
After he felt that everything was set correctly into place, the Englishman grabbed at the paper he was previously reading and gave it a quick onceover before being to read the Latin words.
The two nations in the center waited nervously as their older brother sang foreign words, trying to focus on any other thoughts they had in order to ease their anxiety. The singing had completely ceased in the next minute and the circle was glowing with a red tinge, surging with unknown energy. Allen and James stood back to back, afraid that if they got too close to the edge, they would surely be burned alive.
"Now listen," Oliver began with an uncharacteristically serious tone. "You two have five days to eliminate the America and Canada of the regular world. If one of you do manage to kill your respective counterpart, you should immediately feel twice if not more powerful than you feel now, considering that you will be replacing them on the Earth. Remember, 2P or not, if your intent is to kill a nation and take over their land, they will eventually die off and you will become the designated host; however, be aware that this also applies to you, too. If you die in the real world, you will never revive in either universes. After five days, you will automatically be transported back into our world. If you have both the power of your country and your counterpart's country, you should be able to travel between worlds and then begin phase two of the plan. Remember, you only have one chance to complete your mission."
By the end, Allen had began to shifted in uneasiness while James gave a nervous glance towards Luciano who reassured him with a slight smile. This certainly is a large amount of responsibility to put onto two young nations that do not nearly have as much experience as other nations.
"No one likes a quitter." The Italian sneered from his perch on the armchair. "Besides, I think you two will be able to get the job done; I did specifically pick you two out of every other nation, right? You two must be special."
Allen gave a loathing glare. Special my ass. He thought.
All of a sudden, the circle glowed with newfound power and the North Americans could feel themselves losing connection with their world. As the energy overtook their surroundings, the two unconsciously held hands and closed their eyes, something they would always do since they were young and both scared. Before everything could completely vanish, they heard a disembodied voice echo.
"Do not fail me."