Italy Veneziano sat up and stretched. "That was such a nice nap, ve!" he yawned as he stood. He looked at the clock on his nightstand to check the time. 6:45 AM. He cocked his head to the side as he tried to remember what time he had gone to bed to wake up so early… Wasn't it 2:00 PM yesterday? No, that couldn't be right, he thought. He did like sleeping, but he had just lain down for a nap. There was no way he slept for nearly seventeen hours straight! Although, now that he thought about it, he didn't actually sleep very well. He recalled waking up several times in fear of...what? "Surely just bad dreams," he said to himself, "but why don't I remember? Oh well, I'll just forget about this and go make pasta!"

He skipped to the bathroom to wash his hands, but he ran into the wall a couple of times due to his tiredness. After a few tries, he managed to get inside the small bathroom and he scrubbed his hands, splashing some cold water on his face to wake himself up. As he toweled his hands off, he checked himself in the mirror. His hair was ruffled from sleep, but other than that- wait, why were his eyes pinkish purple? He blinked and his eyes were their normal amber color. He blinked again, deciding that he must have imagined it, and hung the fluffy white towel back on the shiny towel rack. Feeling much more awake than just moments before, he skipped out of the room, down the hall and to the kitchen.

Feliciano made a small exclamation of disappointment and shock when he saw that the handle on the pasta maker had been broken off. "Who would do such a thing?!" he cried. "What am I going to make for dinner now?" He realized he was starting to hyperventilate and decided he should eat breakfast before worrying about anything else.

He opened the refrigerator door in search of something to eat. Eggs, no, lettuce, no, frittata, no, tiramisu? Why not? He pulled the dish containing the tiramisu out of the fridge. As he grabbed a fork, he didn't look at it, but if he had, he would have seen a brown reflection, despite nothing in the room being brown.

=^w^=

About an hour later, everyone's favorite-not favorite South Italian stomped into the kitchen, muttering unintelligibly but angrily. Veneziano caught "Spain" and "tomatoes". "Ve? What's wrong-" he paused to yawn, "fratellone?"

Rather than answering, the older brother shot the younger a glare. To his brother's bafflement, he snapped, "Everything is wrong! Starting with you fucking kicking me off the bed in the middle of the night!"

"I did that? I'm so sorry!"

"Hmph... And then I went to my own room and Spain was in there, stroking my tomato pillows!" He was about as red with rage as his beloved tomatoes. "Who the hell does that?!"

"Um...other than you and Spain?"

"Shut up! I never asked for your opinion!" Romano's face became even redder, if that was possible.

"Well, actually, you did ask a question!" The thought hovered in the back of his mind, why did I say that? However, something inside him was ticked off at the lack of sleep and just wanted to strike out at someone, somehow. "Would you prefer if I wouldn't talk to you at all?!"

"How about yes? 'Veee, pasta this, Germany that! Oh, help me, Doitsu, I forgot how to tie my shoes!' It's fucking driving me insane!" Romano retorted.

"Excuse me, you daydream about Spain 24/7 and I'm not allowed to talk to Germany? Get out! I'm done with you!"

Shock briefly flashed across the older brother's face, before being replaced by anger, "You know what, I never liked you anyway!" he shouted as he turned on his heel and stalked out. Mere seconds later, the sound of the front door slamming echoed throughout the house.

Veneziano smirked briefly, having won an argument for the first time, but then the realization of what just happened washed over him. What have I done?... He rushed to the window with the intention of calling his brother back and apologizing, but he caught his reflection in the glass; it was hard to see, since by now it was daytime and the sun shone brightly, but something was not right… When did he put on a hat? He raised his hand to his head and felt nothing but hair.

=^w^=

"Germany?"

"Ja, Italien?" Germany's voice came from the phone Italy held.

"Germany… I…" Italy struggled to keep himself from sobbing.

"Vhat's bothering you, Italy?" Concern touched the German's voice.

"I…" He couldn't tell his friend that something was wrong with his reflection; the German would never be able to take him anything close to seriously ever again. "I had a fight with my brother and then he yelled and left and said he hated me and I don't know what to do!" By the end of this, Italy was wailing. "What should I do, Germany?"

"Calm down, Italy… Do you vant me to come over there?" Germany asked.

"Si… Per favore!" Germany would fix everything. Surely he would. He was Germany, surely he knew what to do. Italy wasn't sure how his friend would fix anything, but the thought comforted him, so he kept it. He realized that Germany had hung up and would be on his way. When he brushed his hand against his face and it came away wet, he decided he should go wash his face and pull himself together before Germany arrived. He plodded to the nearest bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, turning the faucet on to wet it. After scrubbing his face, he laid the cloth down and examined his reflection. He blinked, and it changed; pinkish-purple eyes, a brown uniform, a small hat, and a devilish grin on a person that at once looked exactly like him and exactly the opposite. Aside from looking like him, the figure looked strangely familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

Without warning, the person in the mirror started moving on its own, pulling out… A knife?! Italy panicked and swung his fist at the mirror to be rewarded with a shatter and glass raining down. He blinked rapidly, feeling a throbbing in his hand and looking at it to see scraped, bloody knuckles. Suddenly lightheaded, he thought he heard a voice, almost like his own, whisper, "Grazie e addio, bastardo!" As he blacked out, he heard a sound like a door slamming.

A/N: After spending a while on this, I'm finally done with the first chapter... I hope you like it! Review, favorite and follow if you did, per favore! I'm going to try to also finish another chapter or two of different stories this week, so keep an eye out for those if you're interested. By the way, would anyone like or dislike if I used my OC Sicily in this or in another story? Let me know what you think, and arrivederci until next time!