Italy could hear his name being called by Germany as he ran away in the opposite direction. He had grown tired of training so he decided to leave while Germany was distracted. So after Germany had instructed him to run 10 laps and turned away to talk to Japan, Italy sprinted away as silently as he could. Unfortunately, Germany finished his talk within a minute and noticed Italy trying to ditch. This now brings us to the present in which, due to his extreme speed, Italy managed to lose Germany and is now sitting underneath an oak tree catching his breath. It was around 3pm so the sun was high in the sky, it was a warm spring day. "Why do I have to train so much?" Italy whined as he leaned against the tree. The small nation had never enjoyed training and Germany had been giving him extra work. As Italy went to place his hand on the grass next to him he felt something hard. "Hmm? Whats this?" He questioned as he looked over towards the object. After picking it up he realized it was a small circular mirror surrounded by a silver frame. It was about the length of his outstretched hand, there wasn't anything really special about it and Italy was getting ready to put it back, until he noticed his reflection. The image staring back at him was not himself, sure there were similarities, but there were also some alarming differences. Italy's auburn hair had turned a darker shade and his warm, amber colored eyes had turned a chilling fuchsia. His uniform was brown and the reflection wore a small black hat. But what startled the Italian the most was the reflections smile. It was not the warm, cheerful smile the small nation wore so often, no it was a cruel sadistic smirk often shown by killers at their victims moment of death. "W-what is this?" Italy stammered as he slowly rose to a sitting position, with the mirror still in hand. "Maybe I'll show this to Germany he always knows what to do." He said as he started to walk towards Germany's house. "I hope I don't get yelled at too much…" Italy trailed off before stuffing the mirror in his pocket and taking off at a run.
"ITALY YOU SKIPPED TRAINING AGAIN!" Germany yelled. Italy had finally gotten home at 5pm and dinner was almost ready. "I'm sorry germany! It's just that I was tired and… But that doesn't matter. I found this mirror that makes your face weird." Italy replied quickly, taking the mirror out of his pocket so Germany could see it. "Well I suppose I have been pushing you lately…'sigh' Alright just don't do it again! Anyway what's so special about this mirror?" Germany said leaning over so that he could see his face in the mirror. "Wow Germany you look kinda cool!" Italy said as he saw Germany's reflection. Staring back at them was a version of Germany with ice blue eyes and pale blonde hair. The reflection wore the same uniform as Germany, but had a cap to match. One of the biggest differences was the large scar across the reflections cheek. "Where did you find this Italy?" the German asked, somewhat alarmed by his reflection. "Under a tree, but Germany why do you think it does that?" There was a short pause as the stronger nation thought."I really don't know, but there is a G-8 meeting tomorrow and I bet England will know why." "okay" the Italian said, "Hey Germany what's for dinner?" Germany sighed at how Italy only seemed to care about food. "Pasta, and it should be ready by wash up, I'll set the table." "Yay!" Italy cheered, after all, that was his favorite.
(The next day at the meeting)
Germany had arrived early, as usual, to make sure everything was set up for the meeting. Unfortunately he is also responsible for getting Italy to the meeting, so he now had to deal with a bored and sleep deprived Italian for 10 minutes before the others arrived, joy. "Germany! Why did we have to get up so earlyyyy!" Italy moaned as he sat at the rectangular table with his head face down against the surface. "If you are going to speak, speak clearly and make sure what you say is helpful!" Germany snapped, this had been the 17th time the Italian had complained and Germany was getting tired of it. "The other will be here in a few minutes so why don't you help me with these papers." He said while placing a small stack of papers in frount of one out of the eight chairs. But when he looked over, the small nation had fallen asleep. 'At least he won't bother me now.' Germany thought as he continued to place the papers. However the silence didn't last for long because England (Who also arrives early frequently.) walked through the door a few minutes later. "Good morning Germany, how are you?" England asked as he found his seat at the table."Guten tag England, I'm fine thank you." Germany answered after placing the final, and largest, stack of papers in front of the chai at the head of the table, which just so happened to be his own. He sat down with the still sleeping Italy to his left, and a seat reserved for Japan to his right. As if on cue Japan walked in and took the seat next to Germany. "Hmm? Isn't China with you?" England inquired, seeing as how they lived close to each other and often arrived at the same time. "No England-san, China was feeling sick so he stayed home." Japan said as he picked up the papers in front of him and started to skip through them. Just then America swung open the door with a loud bang and walked into the room, a silent Canada close behind. "What's up everyone? The hero has arrived!" America shouted as he sat down next to England. "America, you should really learn to keep your voice down…" Canada whispered, hardly being noticed as he took the seat next to his brother. "Hello America…. oh, and Canada you're here too, good." Germany said, half forgetting the maple leaf nation. "Isn't the frog with either of you?" England asked, seeing as how France had yet to arrive. After America's big entrance Italy had woken up and answered Englands question. "My fratello said that Spain, France and Prussia were going out somewhere." Germany turned to Italy. "Now that you mention it I think Prussia told me something about him going to an 'awesome party' and that 'un-awesome' people weren't allowed." The big nation sighed with frustration as he thought about how annoying his elder brother was. "Well then dudes I think the G8 meeting can begin-" America started until he was interrupted by Japan. "Sorry to ruin your introduction America-san, but Russia-san doesn't seem to be present." "Aww! Why can't he be here on time!" America complained standing from his chair. "Umm… I have his number, I can call him." Canada said, startling everyone in the room. (They had forgotten that he was present). "Wow thanks little bro!" America said while walking over to the quiet country. Everyone was slightly confused as to why Canada had Russia's number, but shrugged it off. Canada took out his phone and dialed Russia, however he was surprised when Lithuania picked up the phone. "Hello Lithuania speaking." 'Oh um, is Russia there?" Canada asked. "Oh, you must be wondering why he isn't at the meeting." "That's correct." "The reason why is because his boss scheduled an urgent meeting, something about battle strategies." "Um… Okay." Canada said, worried about that last statement. "Well thanks lithuania, bye." He placed his phone back in his pocket and turned to America, who was now leaning over him and invading his personal space. "So what's the news bro?" The nation asked impatiently. "Russia is at a meeting about… uh… politics." Canada said. "Well at least we don't have to wait for him. Anyway let's just start the meeting." England said as everyone once again sat down. "Right first order of business…" Germany began as Italy slowly drifted off to sleep next to him, waiting for his turn to show the mirror.
The meeting had gone on for about an hour and Italy had woken up so he could show the other countries the mysterious mirror. "See this is the mirror I found yesterday." He said as all the nations stood up and crowded around him. Italy took the mirror out of his pocket and placed it on the table, which was followed by a gasp as everyone saw their reflection. England's reflection was the most comical, instead of dark blonde hair and green eyes, the reflection had pinkish-blondish hair and ice blue eyes. The images face dotted with freckles and it wore a pink shirt with a purple vest over it,as well as white pants. The strange look was topped off with a pastel blue bowtie. "Nice outfit England!" America said, bursting out laughter. "Like yours looks better!" England snapped. Americas reflection had darker skin and blood red eyes. His hair was a dark brown and he wore shades instead of glasses. He had a bombers jacket, much like Americas normal one, and had on a white shirt, blue jeans, and bright red convers. Americas reflection also had several dog tags around his neck. "I think my reflection looks kinda cool…" Canada said staring at his image. Instead of short hair the image had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail and deep purple eyes. He had sunglasses on top of his head and a cigarette in his mouth. He wore a red plaid shirt and loose jeans. "Mine doesn't look very different." Japan stated, all that was changed was the color of his uniform, which was now black, and the color of his eyes which were now a startling scarlet. Most of the images wore cruel smiles, much like Italy's reflection who was now seen in the mirror as well as Germany's. All the countries stared at their reflections with interest, which shortly turned to fear because mirrors don't usually talk. "Ciao everyone, are you ready for your nightmare to begin?" Italy's reflection said sinicaly. Everyone jumped away from the mirror as it began to glow black. "What's this!?" England questioned, soon after the light increased then faded to show that the mirror had vanished. Italy then proceeded to hug Germany's waist and refused to let go. After spending two minutes trying to pry the Italian off of him, Germany decided to let him stay there. "England prehaps you would like to share your ideas as to what that was with us." Everyone turned to England who was standing closest to the wall. "Well I am not certain, but the mirror appeared to be a portal between dimensions." "Wait dude, does that mean the people in the mirror are here now?" America asked, on the verge of flipping his shit. "To be honest, it would be best if we prepared for war." England said as everyones once cheerful expressions turned to looks of horror.
END OF CHAPTER 1