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Italy stirred the pasta happily, humming a small tune. He had no clue why, but he felt happy today. Well, he felt happy every day, but he just felt more happy today for some reason. Maybe it was because Germany had caved in with Italy's requests for gelato and was currently at the store. Or maybe it was because he was making pasta, and the sweet, salty aroma always cheered him up. Or maybe-

The doorbell rang.

Turning off the stove (because you should never leave a stove unattended) Italy turned towards the door, confused. Maybe Doitsu had forgot his door keys? But that's ridiculous! They were with his car keys. Unless he had walked to the store…..

Wiping his hands on a dish towel, Italy sheepishly opened the door. "I'm a'sorry Germany! I locked the door because I was a'scared that someone would a'break in and attack me and-"

Italy suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, a sharp knife at his throat. "W-wha…."

"WHERE IS DOITSU?!" An angry Italian accented voice demanded.

Italy gulped and looked up into blazing crimson eyes. "D-doitsu?" He squeaked. "I'm sorry…but he went out to get gelato…" He froze, getting a good look at the stranger for the first time.

It was himself.

"WELL?!" Asked the other him angrily, holding the knife in one hand and Italy's hair in the other.

"Y-you're me!" Italy managed to say, eyes wide.

"…what?" The other Italy let him go, inspecting him. "….You're pretty pathetic for my other self."

"Thank yo-" Italy began to say, but then realized it was an insult. "Hey!" He protested, crossing his arms with a 'humph'. "That's not a'nice, Italy!"

The other Italy shot him a glare. "I don't care! Where's Doitsu?!"

"Well he went to get gelato so I suppose-"

The door opened and they froze, turning towards it in unison.

"Italy, I'm back." Germany said, holding a grocery bag. "Could you tell the other Italy that we're not having guests today? I just cleaned the house so-" He stopped and did a double take. "HOW THE HELL ARE THERE TWO OF YOU!?"
"I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME ITS NOT MY FAULT I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED-" Italy cried out, blabbering on. The other Italy (We'll call him Feliciano or Feli) face-palmed. "Gah, the other me is such an idiot." He muttered darkly.

Feli walked over to Germany and inspected him for a moment. Then he drew out his knife again. "WHERE'S DOITSU?!" He demanded, pressing it against the blonde's throat.

"w…WHAT?!" Germany was utterly confused. "I am Doitsu or whatever Italy calls me! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"
"Italy. But I'm from a different world." Feli explained, lowering his knife, but still on guard. "I accidentally got sent here with my Doitsu, and I'm trying to find him so we can go home."

"…another world?" Italy hopped around Feliciano excitedly. "Tell me about it! Pleaaaase?!" He looked at Feli with big eyes.

"That look doesn't work on me." Feliciano snorted. "No. I need to find Germany and get back home."

"Okay." Italy pouted, but then instantly thought of something and cheered up. "How about you stay for pasta? It's getting kind of late and we're about to have dinner! We can look for Germany tomorrow! Well…. Your Germany." Italy gave his own Doitsu a hug.

"…fine." Feli slumped down into a chair at the table, slouching. Germany sat on the other side, far away as possible from him, Italy noticed.

"And afterwards we can have gelato! Isn't that fun?" Italy grinned and served everyone a large, steaming plate of deliciousness each.

"….no." Feliciano was about to start eating, but Italy nudged him. "Italy! We can't eat without saying prayers first!"

Italy then took Doitu's muscular hand in his and Feliciano's thin, scarred hand in the other. He closed his eyes. "Dear Lord! Gratzie for the pasta, and the gelato for later! Hopefully Germany put it in the freezer before it melted! Help the other me find his Germany and get back home safely! And let there always be pasta in the cupboard and help everyone to be friends! Amen!" He turned to Feliciano. "Now you can start!"

Feli just rolled his eyes and ate. Italy scooted closer to him, curious to find out more about his so called 'other self' from the 'other world.' "So! Tell me about your world! Does it have pasta?"

"Of course it does, idiot." Feli shot him a glare. "It's better than this lame world. So far all the people I've met are sappy and weird. It's like someone removed everyone's brains and replaced them with rainbow fluff junk."

"HEY!" Italy made a face. "You are just not used to this world, that's all! Once you get used to it you'll like it!"

"That's what you think." Feliciano muttered and Germany sent him a sharp glare. The Italian started playing around with his knife, flipping it in his hand and somehow always catching it by the handle.

Italy watched him in a sort of mixture of awe and fear. Fear, because some stranger that was supposedly him from another world had a knife. A knife that was huge and sharp and scary. Awe because he wondered if he could do that himself, if the other Italy learned it so could he!

But still, the knife was freaky.

"Do you think you could teach me that?" Italy asked, Germany staring at him in surprise.

"No. I'm going home first." Feli said shortly, standing up. "Where do I sleep?"

"Well…" Italy thought for a moment, this was his house after all. "Doitsu can sleep in the guest room if he's not going home, and since Romano is on vacation you can sleep in bed with me!"

Feli stared at Italy. "With…you." He said, a little sarcastic.

"Si! I mean, you're me! It shouldn't be too bad or awkward!" Italy grinned.

"I'm staying." Said Germany. He wanted to make sure this other Italy didn't hurt Italy. And if that made sense he was a Brit. "Go to bed now, Italy. And take Feli with you."

"Okay!" Italy instantly obeyed, grabbing Feli's hand and dragging him upstairs. "Here's my bed!"

Feli blinked. "Am I supposed to complement it or something?" He asked rudely.

"No… but I didn't want you to think it was someone else's bed." Italy explained.

With an annoyed sigh, Feli face planted on the bed, not even changing into pajamas or taking off his clothes. He instantly closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

A little depressed, (but not much) Italy took off his clothes, leaving him only in his yellow boxer shorts and his tank-top. He lay next to Feli, curling up against him.

"Too close." Feli snapped, holding up his knife. Italy gave a little shriek and scooted away. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He said, rolled over, and instantly fell asleep.

Feli wasn't as hard as a sleeper. Only after a few hours of solid thinking did he began to tire. His last thoughts before sleep over came him were muttered aloud.

"I wish Doitsu were here…"

I hope you enjoyed! This is based on a RP that me and one of my buddies (I'll call her Canada, because thats who she cosplays) randomly started doing. She's freaked out of 2P!Italy and I'm freaked out of 2P! England (Which is Funny because I cosplay Regular!England and she cosplays Regular!Italy XD) I have some plot twists ahead, so please review and tell me what you think!

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