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Chapter 1

Lovino and Flavio

Lovino threw open the door of his house and slammed it closed behind him. "He thinks he can tell me that I'm not a country? Damn him!" Lovino stomped through the house, his footsteps echoing through the halls. Lovino slammed the door of his room and let out an angry sigh. "Assholes." He breathed, trying to calm himself.

Lovino began to rub his temples, cursing under his breath when he heard a knocking sound. He swung open his bedroom door. "It better not be that potato bastard, because I'm not in the fucking mood!" Lovino stormed down the hallway to the front door. "I swear to god, if it's him, I'll rip him to shreds!" He opened the front door to see nothing standing in front of him.

"You went the wrong way." An Italian voice cheered.

"Dammit." He hissed, glaring back down the hallway at the mirror.

"Come on, cheer up!" Flavio replied.

Lovino stomped back over and glared into the inaccurate reflection. "What do you want?"

Flavio tucked his light blonde behind his right ear. "I'm just wondering how you're doing."

"Fine. Now leave me alone!"

Flavio pulled a nail filer out of his pocket and began to file his nails. "I'm good, thanks for asking."

"I didn't ask."

"Now, Lovi, you don't have to be mean."

"Do not call me 'Lovi'!" Lovino yelled, taking an angry step closer to Flavio.

"Why not? You're brother can, so why can't I?"

"No one is allowed to call me 'Lovi', Feli just decides to." Lovino let out an angry sigh.

"Have a seat, let's chat for a little bit." Flavio ordered with a smile on his face.

Lovino spun around and began walking away. "No." He hissed over his shoulder at his other self. "I don't have time for this shit."

"Just talk to me. Please?"

"No."

Flavio sighed. "You seem mad, I just want to help."

Lovino stopped in his tracks, then stood completely still.

"Besides," Flavio began. "Who else do you have to talk to?"

Lovino quickly turned around and pointed at the imperfect image of himself. "What the hell do you mean by that?" Lovino growled through grit teeth.

Flavio's expression seemed to grow a bit scared. "I'm saying that your twin is always with Germany, and Spain and France are always with Prussia nowadays."

Lovino slowly and angrily made his way down the hall, still glaring at Flavio. "And?" He hissed.

"And you're alone all the time, and besides your family, you don't really associate with anyone else but me."

"No." Lovino pointed at the mirror. "I don't associate with you, you associate with me."

Flavio shrugged. "Same thing."

Lovino rolled his eyes and turned around to walk away again.

"Don't leave. Talk to me."

Lovino spun around again, glaring at Flavio again. "The only reason you want to talk to me, is because you want someone to gossip with."

"Well, that too."

Lovino closed his eyes tightly. "What's the other reason?"

"You're stressed-"

"No shit!" Lovino yelled, interrupting Flavio and throwing his arms in the air.

"Tell me why you're stressed." Flavio ordered, gesturing to the ground with the pink nail filer in his right hand.

Lovino sighed, he knew that the only way to shut Flavio up was to either talk to him, or break the mirror. Lovino sat on the floor, leaning his back against the wall beside the mirror, brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He turned his head to the left and looking at Flavio in the mirror, who was sitting on the "ground" cross legged. "So what's the gossip now?"

Flavio shook his head. "Tell me what's wrong first."

Lovino dipped his head. He really didn't want to talk about it. "My boss kicked me out of the meeting today."

"Why's that?"

"Because supposedly he needed to talk to Italy."

"But you're Italy."

Lovino looked back over at Flavio. "That's what I told him, but now Feli is Italy and I'm…"

"You're what?" Flavio's light pink eyes grew concerned.

"Don't know." Lovino shrugged, trying to act casual. He shook his head. "So what's the gossip at your place?"

Flavio gave Lovino a neutral, emotionless look, then his eyes lit up at the subject of gossip. "Well I hear that Luciano and Lutz got in another fight."

Lovino tilted his head to the right. "Really?"

"Yes. And Luci won… again." Flavio placed his nail filer back in his pocket, then adjusted his pink ascot.

"Don't they hate each other?" Lovino asked.

"Oh, yes. I don't see how Germany and North Italy from your world get along so well."

Lovino chuckled. "I don't see how either… That all the gossip you have?"

"I thought you didn't want to hear it."

"What else am I doing?"

Flavio shrugged. "I hear that Yang overdosed again. Complete accident though, but still."

Lovino thought hard for a moment. "Yang… He's your version of China, right?"

"Yep."

"And he overdosed? On what?"

"Um." Flavio ran his fingers through his light blonde hair. "I can't remember. Cocaine, maybe?"

Lovino chuckled and fell silent, waiting for Flavio to continue with his gossip.

"Also, Louis and Oliver, you know who they are right?"

"Yes, 2p France and 2p England, right?"

"Yes. Anyway, Louis and Oliver, did you know they're still in a relationship?"

Lovino raised an eyebrow. "Really? I would have thought different."

"Me too. That's exactly why I owe Yang fifteen dollars."

Lovino chuckled again, and Flavio went on from one topic to the next. Although Flavio was a very annoying, his gossip always seemed to calm Lovino's stress. Maybe it was the fact that it didn't affect him and his government, like everything else does in some way. Or maybe it was the fact that it was of a different, alternate world, and he was just happy his world wasn't as messed up as Flavio's. But whatever it was, Lovino just sat on the floor for hours, the clock spinning the time away, the shadows growing longer and darker on the walls, Lovino just kept listening and commenting. The mirror suddenly silenced, and the imperfect reflection of Lovino disappeared within seconds to the sound of Italy opening the door, then closing it quietly behind him.