Hetalia:Through The Mirror
Italy put on a dark hat and looked into the mirror. He and Germany were at the uniform shop because Italy accidentally burned Germany's uniform under the hot iron. Italy looked deeper into the mirror. He smiled and put his hands over his hips. He imagined himself as an Italian in brown uniform with the symbol of his flag on his shoulder. A black hat and baggy brown pants.
"I'm a strong country." Italy said to no one in particular. He was mostly speaking out loud to himself. But something strange happened. A figure that looked exactly like him appeared in the mirror. He was what Italy imagined himself to be. He didn't look cheery like him, though, and his eyes were a shade of purple. Italy squinted at the mirror and so did the other him. Italy waved a hand in front of the mirror and the other did the same.
"Hmmm." Italy said to himself, "That's weird. He's dressed like I imagined myself to be if I was strong, but he's different." He looked around to see if anyone was looking. No one noticed or was even looking at the Italian. The other Italy pushed on the mirror and his hand went through to Italy. Italy took a step back as the other Italian pushed all the way out of the mirror.
"Ahh! Free at last." he sighed with relief. Again, Italy looked around to see if anyone was seeing this, "No one can see or hear me, Italy."
"Who are you? Why do you look like me?" Italy asked, unsure what to think of this strange Italian. The other Italian smiled, and licked his lips.
"You don't recognize me? I'm you. At least, I'm you from The Other Side." He said. Italy stared at him.
"Y-your me? What do you mean by 'The Other Side'?" Italy stammered. The other Italy rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Well, let's just say I'm the strong you. I love everything you hate, and I hate everything you love."
"What do you mean?" Italy said, now starting to freak out. The other Italy walked closer to him while Italy walked backwards, trying to get away from this freak.
"I'm very close to you. Closer than you realize." The other Italy said. Italy backed into the wall. Italy looked back with frantic. He was about to scream.
"Shh, clam down." The other Italy said as he put a finger over Italy's lips, "there is no need to be afraid of me." He leaned closer to Italy and whispered into his ear, "My name is Shadow Italy. I'm you. I'm the darkness inside you. When your happy, I'm upset. And when your sad, I'm happy. What I want most, is to see your heart break into tiny, little shreds. All your hopes and dreams. All your happiness. I hate it! I want it all gone! In it's place will be nothing but sadness and anger." He said. He took Italy into an embrace. Italy was paralyzed. He wasn't sure what to do. Shadow Italy pulled Italy back to the mirror.
"Mind if I take your place?" Shadow Italy said as he turned himself into Italy's blue uniform Italy was wearing. Italy stared at him in shock. Shadow Italy pushed Italy towards the mirror. Italy, no longer paralyzed, grabbed a pillar and refused to let go. Shadow Italy tickled Italy only where he and Germany knew where he was ticklish. Italy's face was pushed up in the mirror and he began to sink into it.
"NOOOOOOO!" Italy screamed trying to break free. But he was pushed all the way through and landed on the floor behind the mirror. Italy heard Shadow Italy chuckle.
"Now while your away, I'm going to kill everything you love! It will all be mine! Just watch as I kill both your friends!"
"Noooo!" Italy cried as he pushed on the mirror, trying to get out, "let me out!"
"Italy, it's time to go. Quit making faces in the mirror." The two Italy's heard Germany say.
"Okay, Commander!" Shadow Italy, who looked more like Italy, said as he saluted the German. He smiled at Italy and chuckled.
"Bye. Enjoy in despair as I take everything you love." He said waving behind him.
"Vhat are you doing, Italy?" Germany said as he saw Shadow Italy. Shadow Italy smiled.
"Nothing. Just waving to the imaginary me." He said.
"No! Germany, that's not me!" Italy said banging on the mirror. Shadow Italy glanced back at him and said in a whisper that only Italy could hear.
"Sorry, but he can't hear you. No one can."
"NOOOOO!" Italy cried as he watched helplessly as Germany and Shadow Italy leave.
When they left, Italy sank to the floor and sobbed. After a moment he looked around to see where he was. It was dark, but Italy could still see his surroundings. It was a dark, purplish area with no walls to what it appeared. The only thing that looked noticeable was the mirror Italy came through. But Italy noticed from far away behind him, was another door. Italy walked over to the door, but it took a while. He looked down at his feet and it looked like he was walking on air, not on the floor. Yet, it felt like the floor. The door looked like it was a white gate with a symbol of Germany's flag. Italy pushed at the door. The door was heavy and hard to push. Italy pushed as hard as he could, and the door began to open. A bright light blinded Italy as he pushed the door open. Italy blocked the light with his hand and looked away. When he could see again, he could see he was in a room. It felt cold and it was dark. The only light was another door that stood in front of him.
"This reminds me of the time when me and Romano were captured by Britain." He said to himself. He heard the door lock click. The door opened and a Germany stepped in.
"Okay, Italy. Enough fun and games. Tell us where you hid Roman Empire's greatest treasure." He said. Italy stared at him.
"Germany? What are you doing here?"
"Huh? Don't play dumb with me, Dummcolf. You've been my prisoner for three days strait. Now where is the treasure?" The German said.
"I don't know what your talking about." Italy said.
"I had enough of your fun and games. Tell me, or I'll make you wish you were never captured by the Germans." The German said.
"I don't know what your talking about. Really! True story." Italy said. The German was losing his patience with Italy. He smiled in a way that Italy didn't like.
"Three days of torture and your still fighting. You've got guts, Italian. I like that. But how much will you take? I think its time we used THAT method."
"'THAT method'? Look, I'm not who you think I am. I was pushed into a mirror by Shadow Italy and the next thing I know is-" Italy started.
"Silence!" The German shouted, "Enough of your tricks. Your coming with me." He said grabbing Italy and forcing him to walk. Italy had no idea what was going on.
"Do they think I'm Shadow Italy? Was he a prisoner here?" Italy asked himself, "I wonder where Germany is taking me?" He glanced at the German.
"Um, where are you taking me?" He asked. The German glared at him.
"I'm taking you to Lord Prussia. He'll knew what to do with you." He smiled, again, in a way that Italy wasn't comfortable with.
Japan was cutting up some suchi when Shadow Italy walk in. Shadow Italy waved at Japan.
"Chio, Japan!' He said. Japan smiled at Italy.
"Oh, Italy-kun. Knnichiha, did you enjoy your time with Germany?"
"Yeah, I thought myself as a strong country. Sometimes I feel so weak." Shadow Italy said with a fake, gloomy face. Japan smiled and put his hand on Italy's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Italy-kun. Some day, you will be a strong nation." Japan said.
"You think so?" Shadow Italy said. Japan nodded.
"I believe so. You should believe to, Italy-kun." He said. Shadow Italy put his hands in the air and had a big smile on his face.
"PASATA! Ve!" He said. He noticed a knife and grabbed it. Japan stared at him. Shadow Italy waved his hand.
"I'll help you with the suchi, Japan!" He lied. Japan smiled.
"Thank you, Italy, but I can do it myself." He said. Italy shrugged.
"Okay." He put the knife down, "Well, see you around, Japan.." And he skipped out of the room.
"I sense the mood and refrain from speaking the truth about his strong country." Japan smiled, "I only said those things to make him happy." and he went back to making the suchi, "He is acting strange."
Germany pushed Italy in a richly covered, palace-like room. Italy stood there, dazed at the clean, rich room. A man in a red cape walked in and sat on his chair that looked like a throne. He had a red hat covering his face and he pointed the sword to Italy. The German forced Italy to one knee and forced him to bow his head.
"Is this Italian giving us trouble again?" He said. Germany nodded.
"Yes, my Lord. He now pretends he doesn't know where he is." He said. The man walked up to Italy and forced his head up with the edge of his sword. He glared down at him. Italy could see his face now. He looked like Prussia a lot. His chrism red eyes looked like fire.
"You think you can get rid of awesome me? Try your hardest, Italy!" He said. Italy looked away and tried getting up. But the German pushed him down on his knees again.
"I don't know what's going on! Let me go! I'm not from here, wherever 'here' is!" Italy said. Prussia raised his eyebrows as he stared at him.
"Hmm, he's not as feisty as he was yesterday. Perhaps he is starting to cower beneath awesome me!" He said, chuckling. He turned away.
"Take him to the pit. Let's see how hunger takes him."
"Yes, my Lord." Germany said. Italy struggled.
"No! Let me go! I don't know what your talking about." Italy screamed. Prussia looked back. As the German dragged Italy behind, Prussia held up a hand.
"Wait. Leave him here wif me. I will refresh his memory." He said. The German dropped Italy and left the room. Italy sat up. Prussia knelt down beside him.
"You don't know where your grandfather left his awesome treasure?"
"No, I don't know what your talking about." Italy said. Prussia helped him up,"Come sit wif me and we can discuss it over some tea." He and Italy sat outside on a balcony. Prussia took a sip and smiled at Italy.
"Now don't be afraid. Ask me anything."
"Where am I? And why are you a king, Prussia?" Italy said. Prussia looked insulted.
"You don't remember, do you? Maybe three days in that cold prison room washed away your memory. I am ze Great, Powerful, und Awesome Prussia. You are in my country known as ZE Other Side. I am the strongest country in ze world. Any man that has stood up to me has been crumbled to a lap dog who listens to vhatever I tell him to do. No man has beaten me. I have conquered every country ze world has known. I have even conquered America, who used to be ze strongest nation. However, I'm having some trouble wif you. YOU are the only country that has not been conquered by awesome me. But zat von't last for long." Prussia said proudly.
"But you can't have every nation. That's impossible!" Italy said.
"'Impossible' you say? I have conquered every man and beast. No one can defeat me." Prussia said, "Now. Your grandfather, Roman Empire, has hidden some treasure. You should know were zat treasure is." He pointed his sword to Italy, "und your going to help me find it."
"What 'treasure'? I don't know anything about it." Italy said. Prussia snapped. He stood up, drew his sword, and pointed it to Italy's neck.
"You are trying my patience, Italy."
"Why is Germany so mean? Why doesn't he remember me?" Italy whined. Prussia had a confused look on his face.
"Germany'? Do you mean Ludwig? Your guard?"
"His name is Ludwig? What happened to Germany?" Italy began to freak. Prussia took his sword away from Italy.
"Ludwig." Prussia sad putting his sword up. Ludwig walked up and saluted.
"My Lord?"
"Take Italy to the pit. Don't give him anything to eat or drink for three days." Prussia said as he walked away.
"Yes, my Lord." Ludwig bowed.
"What am I going to do?" Italy said to himself.