Author's Notes: This story was supposed to be a oneshot, but it ended up too long, so I had to split it up into ten chapters. The idea for this came about when I saw several fanvideos of Hetalia on Youtube to the Vocaloid song Servant of Evil. I looked up some fanfics and I found it too out-of-character for Italy to be like the Daughter of Evil, so I decided to try if I could make a story out of it while maintaining Italy's basic personality. In the end, it turned out different from the song in several ways due to the constraints of characterization.

Name Guide: Feliciana - Italy, Lovino - Romano, Romulus - Rome, Antonio - Spain, Beatrix - Belgium, Lars - Netherlands

Warnings: violence, character death, AU, human names used, some genderbent characters

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and Servant of Evil

Somewhere far off, the Church bells tolled, loud and with dark abandon.

Nonno Romulus always said they were perfect mirrors of each other, the same in almost every way. He would sit them on his lap, Feliciana on one knee and Lovino on the other, and marvel at how much they looked alike. With utmost amazement in his voice, he would tell them all the ways they were the same.

Feliciana would giggle, her tiny hands resting on her knees as she kicked her heels. "Don't be silly, Nonno," she would say. "I'm a girl and Lovi's a boy. We can't be exactly the same."

Nonno would laugh, low and rumbling, and pinch their cheeks.

Lovino had to agree with Feliciana. They looked the same. Their faces were identically soft and round, with rosy cheeks and tiny noses. Both of them had brown eyes and brown hair with wild curls standing apart from the rest, just like Nonno Romulus. Even their hands matched perfectly when pressed together, as they often did just to wonder at how utterly similar they were, and, Lovino could say with conviction, their hearts probably beat in perfect harmony. Physically, they were identical, but they weren't the same in every way.

They differed greatly when it came to games. Feliciana had always been the faster runner which she made painfully clear when they played and left him gasping for air while she skipped about in circles around him. He was stronger, but that meant little when the games they played required more speed than strength. In games that required them to hide, he did, however, excel, being able to sit so quietly for hours on end that they would often forget to search for him, while Feliciana would always cheerfully announce herself when a voice came calling. While he could skip a stone across a pond twice as far as she could, she was able to reach the topmost branches of the trees in the courtyard with ease when he could only climb as far as the thicker branches at the middle with much effort.

It would be unfair to say they were exactly the same. They were different in too many ways to be called mirrors. Whereas Feliciana always had a smile ready for everyone, Lovino was more reserved, frowning at strange faces he didn't like.

"I don't mind if they think we're the same," Feliciana said one day as she made garlands of wildflowers. "That way, we can be mistaken for each other. If I dress like you and you dress like me, we could switch places if we like."

Lovino sat up from where he lay on the grass to look at his sister's smiling face. The idea of wearing a dress did not appeal to him in the least, but he was curious as to why they would ever want to trade identities; there was nothing that they didn't do together, so there was no need for them to ever switch places. Still, he wondered what had made Feliciana think of such a thing.

"And why would you ever want to switch with me?" he asked, sounding more defensive than he had intended.

Feliciana smiled as she daintily placed the garland on his head. "Ve~! So pretty!" she exclaimed, seeming to ignore his question.

He was just about to repeat his question when Feliciana bounced up and jumped over him to skip off towards their Mamma who had come out to bring them home. Lovino scrabbled to his feet and tried to race Feliciana to their Mamma, but, as always, she was too fast for him to keep up. By the time he had caught up, wheezing and panting, she was already bouncing up and down, her tiny hands reaching upwards and begging to be carried.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" she cried repeatedly until Mamma picked her up and covered her face in kisses, making her giggle.

"That's a pretty crown, Lovi," Mamma said as she smiled down at him and ruffled his hair, her green eyes flecked with gold by the setting afternoon sun.

Feliciana squirmed in her arms so she hung precariously by her waist over Mamma's arm. "I made it, Mamma," she said, pointing at Lovino's crown of flowers. "I made one for everybody. I left them there!" She pointed towards where she and Lovino had been playing. Without warning, she slipped out of Mamma's arms and ran off to retrieve her garlands.

With Feliciana gone for a while, Lovino took advantage of the moment to have Mamma all to himself. He held his arms out in a gesture to be picked up and bounced up and down just as his sister had.

"Kiss!" he demanded loudly, holding the note until Mamma seized him up in a hug and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"And how's my little boy today?" she asked as she spun him around, her golden curls bouncing as she twirled. "Did you have a nice day with your sister?"

Lovino nodded and struggled to get down when he heard his sister's excited giggles. Feliciana came running back with a garland on her head and several more hanging from her arm. Mamma knelt down to let Feliciana carefully place one on her head.

"It's not as pretty as your princess crown, but I hope it's still alright," she said with a smile. "This one is for Papa," she said, giving another one to Mamma. "And this one is for Nonno and this one is for Zio Lars."

Lovino yelped in indignation and Feliciana squealed in delight when their Papa suddenly wrapped his arms around them and swung them around in a circle. Looking at his feet suspended in the air, Lovino felt as if he was going to be sick after Papa spun around for the tenth time; it was really a wonder how Papa could spin so much without getting dizzy.

"My little prince and princess are so cute!" Papa said, finally slowing to a stop. "And who made these crowns?"

"I did!" Feliciana said cheerfully. "But Lovi helped a lot."

Lovino shook his head vigorously. He didn't really help that much; the only thing he actually did was hold the wildflowers while Feliciana picked more. Besides, he didn't want to be associated with doing such a girly thing; the moment they got home, he was taking his off.

"Here is yours, Antonio," Mamma said with a smile as she placed a garland on Papa's head. "Now, don't you three look cute?"

"Yay!" Feliciana cried in joy. "We all match now." She tapped her lips with a finger as she often did when she thought, then clapped her hands excitedly. "We should all wear them when we have dinner!" she suggested happily. "Mamma, you'll make Zio Lars wear his, right?"

Mamma laughed as she adjusted Feliciana's crown. "I don't think he'll like that," she said. She turned towards the path and started to walk back to the palace. "Come, now. It's getting dark," she said looking over her shoulder. "We should really be getting home."

Papa followed her, Lovino and Feliciana dangling from his arms by their waists. "But, Beatrix," he whined playfully. "It would be cute! Couldn't you talk Lars into it?"

Lovino looked nauseously at his feet as they swung back and forth in mid-air; Papa always seemed to forget he was carrying them when he started talking. He suddenly looked up when Feliciana took his hand in hers, knotting their fingers together. She smiled sweetly at him and he couldn't resist smiling back.

"You'll wear yours, right, fratello?" she asked.

Lovino nodded, making Feliciana's smile grow wider. It didn't matter anymore if it made him look like a girl or if he had been planning to take it off as soon as possible. He would do anything for his sister.

More Author's Notes: I would just like to clarify that the Italy in this fanfic is not Nyotalia!Italy, who is apparently braver and stronger than her male counterpart, but merely a genderbent version of the original. The decision to make Italy female is for the convenience of the story and will be clear in later chapters. When a character is genderflipped in this fanfic, just assume it is simply a genderbent version of the original and not the Nyotalia character.

Foreign Word Guide: nonno - grandpa, mamma - mother, papa - father, fratello - brother, zio - uncle

Additional Information: "Romulus" is supposedly the name of the founder of Rome. I am well aware that Belgium and Netherlands have no canon human names and these are names that I just happened to choose. "Lars" seemed like the most popular fan-given name for Netherlands and it is also fairly common name in the Netherlands, ranking 15th in the country's most popular names. As for Belgium's name, I do not like "Belle" all that much since it is French, not Dutch and seems to just be a shortened version of her country name. I chose Beatrix because it is a Dutch name with a Latin origin.