{Someone asked me to make a squeal or prequel to 'Through the Mirror', so I've decided to do a prequel. Please keep in mind that this is the story only in The Other Side.}

Before The Mirror

Prussia stared at the horizon. Today, he was no longer going to be any country. He was going to be the greatest country that ever lived.

"Zis vorld ist goink to be mine! I'll stop anyone who stands in my vay." He said to himself.

"Prussia!" Came a voice. Prussia turned around and saw Spain rushing up to him.

"We have won! Silesia is ours." He said, "Me and France were wondering where you ran off to, Mi Amigo." He noticed Prussia's serious face, "What is the matter?"

"Zis vorld...It vill be mine! Silesia ist only a small part. I vill rule this planet!" Prussia said. Spain stared at him.

"Mi Amigo, are you serious? The world? That is impossible. No one has ever done that."

"But I vill! I vill be feared by everyone! Even Russia und America vill tremble before me!" Prussia started to laugh. Spain frowned.

"A word of advice, senior." He said, "Don't seek after power. It will only destroy you in the end. You can't conquer all."

"Nein! I'll be ze most Powerful und Awesome Prussia." He walked by Spain, "Want to join me?"

"No, don't do this, Prussia. It isn't right. Wake up now, before your judgment is clouded." Spain said. Prussia frowned.

"Fink. If you von't join me, then I'll just do it alone. Unless Francy-pants vants to join me?" He chuckled and walked away. Spain stared after him.

"I don't like the looks of things. I hope France will disagree." Spain looked over toward the horizon and watched the sun disappear.

"I no like the looks of this. Something bad is about to happen, I can feel it. Something that will change everyone's lives. I only hope that Prussia will realize his mistake and give up on world domination." He said to himself as a gust of wind blew his short-brown hair.

Romano grabbed a snack bar, which was the last. But before he could eat it, the room turned dark and a high gust of wind blew. Romano started to tremble as a shadowy figure walked up to him slowly.

"That's mine!" He said, Glaring down at the trebling Romano. Before Romano could say anything, the shadowy figure grabbed him by the throat.

"Give it to me!" He demanded as he shook Romano. Romano gasped for air. He handed it to him.

"Y-you can have it! Just let me go!" He said. The Shadow had a pleased look on his face. He snatched it out of Romano's hands.

"Good boy." He said, releasing Romano's throat. Romano gasped for air. The he stared up at the Shadow.

"Veniziono...why do you do this?" He said.

"Because I can. Your so pitiful. I can't believe Grandpa Rome choose you over me. I'm the one who has more of his inheritance." Shadow Italy said.

"You're getting stronger every day. You becoming a monster." Romano said.

"I'm already a monster! And if you get in my way, I won't hesitate to kill you." Then Shadow Italy walked away, "By the way, Romano. Did you know where Grandpa Rome hid his treasure?" Romano gave him a blank stare. He didn't even answer because Shadow Italy continued.

"It's in Rome. Where else? My part of our country! By why does he cherish you?" Before Romano could give him an answer, Shadow Italy grabbed his throat again.

"Why!? Tell me why!" He screamed. Romano gasped and could hardly breathe from his brother's tight grip.

"I-I don't know!" Romano was only able to say that. Shadow Italy glared at his brother, then removed his hands from his brother's throat. Romano gasped for air and gagged. Shadow Italy smirked down at his older brother.

"That's right. Fear me!" Then he walked away, leaving Romano gagging on the floor.

"Vhat did you say!?" Prussia demanded. He asked France if he could join him in his world domination. France shrugged and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Moi ami. But I don't think it is possible to take over every country." He said. Outraged, Prussia walked out of France's home and slammed the door. Prussia gripped his hands tightly and clinched his teeth. He was going to explode. Ludwig, his older brother,stood by him.

"Are you alright, Prussia?"

"Nein! I'm not alright!" He glanced at Ludwig and his eyes were filled with sorrow, "Your my bruder, Ludwig. No matter vhat happens, you'll follow me to ze end. Right?" Ludwig stared at him a moment. Then he nodded.

"Ja...Gilbert." He said, putting a hand on his bruder's shoulder.

"Ist good. I zink...Your the only one vho vill listen me. I'm going to conquer every country, Ludwig. Vill you follow me?"

"...Ja..."

"Then. From now on, vill you call me 'Lord Prussia'?" Prussia asked. Ludwig stared at him, then nodded.

"Ja, Lord Prussia." He said.

"AWESOME!" Prussia screamed, his look of sorrow now gone. He ran away.

"What have I done now?" Ludwig wondered. He sighed hopelessly, but he agreed to follow his brother, so he couldn't complain.