The German didn't want to believe it. They looked so similar, both having the same features and even walk. Yet, this wasn't his little Italian friend. No, not at all. Italy wouldn't sit like that. He wouldn't have such a sinister, evil smile on his face nor be boldly flipping a knife in the air like that. For one the knife would now very like likely be stick out of his head or maybe worse, but im not going to go into that.
Germany turned to the single person who could be responsible for this. "England, what is the meaning of this!?" He snapped, trying to keep the shaking worry from his voice.
As England stood up he shook his head. "I honestly couldn't tell you, I really don't know," he said. "Plus, I haven't even messed with my black magic lately."
"It's Oliver's fault," the dark Italian piped in, speaking for the first time, he even had the same voice as Italy. He tossed his knife into the air, catching it with ease and holding it menacingly behind his back. "The idiota nation decided to call a war in the middle of our meeting, blasting me with his black magic." Italy sighed, jumping up from his perk on the table, placing his knife back in its holster. "No doubt Lutz and Koyo are fighting those vile Allies as we speak."
"What did you call us!?" America snapped.
"Al-Alfred," Canada whispered, "please stop."
"I will not stop Mattie! He called us vile!"
The darker Italy chuckled misceviously, causing everyone to look at him in the oddest of ways. "Oh, don't mind me, continue fighting. This is the most interesting thing I've seen since appearing here," his smile turned sinister. "Much more fun than watching this boring meeting continue. And, for the record, I called you cowardly, not vile, idiota. I knew James wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but I doubted his second player would be this stupid."
"Who are you calling stupid, idiot?!" America yelled, quite confused.
"America," Japan hesitantly interrupted, "should we not focus on what Italy said. And perhaps who is this James he's talking about?"
"Oui," France leaned forward, "also, what did you call Alfred, a 'first player', what's that?"
"Si," Italy nodded. "You may not know of us, but we know all about you. You are the first players, the 1Ps, and the first world to be created. We well I am the second players, the 2Ps, the second world to be created.
"Interesting," France muttered, rubbing his bearded chin. "Tell me, Feliciano, what is so different from us '1Ps' and you '2Ps'?"
"My name isn't Feliciano," Italy growled, "don't compare me to that cowardly, weakling! I am Alessandro not Felicano!"
"Ja," Germany wondered what could have happened to his Italy to turn him into this. "Alessandro, then, how are our worlds so different?
Alessandro tilted his head forwards slightly onto his hand, chuckling darkly. "My world, it is so much more. Fun," he smiled darkly.
"Italy," Ludwig whispered, "What happened to you?"