Sup people. This entire story is based off a weird ass dream I had from eating cold pizza and watching way to much anime. So here it is.
I do not own Hetalia, though I really wish I did. Actually i wish I owned history. I could bend it to my will, MUW HA HA HA HA HA!
Prologe
England stood in the middle of his black magic circle, wearing dark robes and holding a dusty old book. His short, spiky, blonde locks were hidden under the black hood. A devious grin had plastered it's self on his lips. Incantations drifted out of his mouth like slithering snakes. The circle underneath him began to light up and glow a dark purple. The room, which before was only dimly lit with a few candles, was brightened by the circles new light. He chuckled evilly to himself. "Now Germany shall see what terror really is!" He said wickedly to himself.
"Yo, England! What are you doing in the dark!" Came the annoying voice that belonged to an equally obnoxious man. America burst through the locked door, interrupting England's incantation!
"Damn it, America! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" The blonde Brit said as he placed America in a head-lock. "You ruined my spell, again! Who knows where the magic went to, but I have a feeling that it's going to cause a lot of trouble!"
"Ow, okay! I'm sorry! Geez, your such a geezer! I'm sure that everything will be fine!"
"What did you just call me?"
Chapter 1
A purple spark danced around in the wind. It zipped and dove in different directions, choosing which country it was going to toy with first. It looked into France's window and saw the blonde man entertaining a young, tanned girl with long brown hair that was tied into two pony tails and wore a simple blue dress. It darted away toward another countries house. It ended up peering into the window of Switzerland's house. The young man was sat polishing his large assortment of guns, while a blonde girl in a reddish dress was serving him tea. Once again, the ball of purple light zipped away.
After taking a small adventure from country to country, it found itself at a rather large mansion with absolutely gorgeous gardens. It peered into the window and saw a young man with dark brown hair that was slightly sleeked back with a couple pieces of hair sticking out. Glasses and a small beauty mark adorned his pale face, making him look very sophisticated. He sat at a large grand piano and played a lovely melody. His slim fingers tapped the ivory keys in perfect rhythm that the ball of light was mesmerized by the tune.
The spark had made it's decision. It passed through the glass window pane and flew into the side of the young Austrian man's head with an astounding speed. Suddenly Austria's eyes flashed open as his indigo eyes flashed the same colour purple as the ball of light was. The sudden entrance of magic, shocked the poor pianist's senses. He fell back, unconscious. He hit the marble tiled floors pretty hard.
When he came to, he sat up slowly, holding his head in his hands. He looked up, and to his shock saw himself looking right back at him. He jerked backwards in utter shock. He almost expected it to do the same, as if he was just staring into a mirror. But the second self stayed where it was and just smirked. Austria pulled himself to his feet and straightened his blue waist coat. He cleared his throat to try and regain his disposure. He looked at the man who was identical to himself. "This must be a dream." He murmured to himself.
"Not a dream. Far from it, in fact. This is reality." The man said.
Austria raised his eyebrow. "Then who are you."
"I'm you! Well, sort of. I'm your counterpart."
"Counterpart?"
"That's right. I'm more or less the opposite of you, though we share the same thought and feelings. Take for example, your love of playing the piano. I love it as well, but I don't play classical pieces."
Austria nodded. "I see."
"I also have feelings for Hungary, just like you." His counterpart said with a wide grin. "But unlike you, I'm not afraid to claim her as my own."
The dark haired man's eyes bulged open as his identical partner spoke. What did he mean by that? "You stay away from Hungary!" He said.
His counterpart just laughed. It almost reminded him of Prussia's laugh. Within seconds, the second Austria closed the space between them. In another swift movement, he placed on hand on Austria's shoulder, then nailed him with his fist into the pianist's stomach. Austria went down like a ton of bricks on to his knees. His counterpart brought his lips to the man's ear. "I'm also a hell of a lot stronger than you."
Pulling away, his counterpart grabbed Austria by the hair, and kneed him in the face, braking his nose and glasses. The unconscious man was left bleeding on the floor. The new Austria smirked as he stood over the body. "Well that was fun. Time to go have some more excitement with Lizzy!" He said walking off.
There you go. Austria just got his face smashed in, England and America are fighting, and a ball of magic is causing havoc. Take this as a lesson people, don't eat cold pizza before bed. It will fuck with your dreams.
Please comment. I will get chapter two up as soon as possible.