1. Italy
Italy was walking home after a long day at the office since Romano took the car and took off yelling "See you at home, bastardo!" It was cold and pouring. There were no cars nor pedestrians out at this time of night. He would call Germany, but he tried already and got his voicemail. He tried to stay out of the cold rain, but he was already soaked to the bone and chattering his teeth from the cold.

He looked down a dark ally to see if he could find a person to request a ride from, but instead, he saw an earilly familiar pair of maginta eyes with an evil shine in the dark. "H-hello?" Italy called. "Do you have a car? Can you give me a ride home?"

"You have a poor memory Feliciano." the new Italian chuckled evilly. "I expected you to remember me."

Italy took another look at the stranger as he defused from the shadows and into the light. His brown uniform was the first thing that caught Italy's attention. The next thing was the fact that, aside from the different cloths and eye color, they were identical down to the hair curl position and size. "...Luciano..." Italy remembered the name well as he choked it out.

"Correct my dear twin." Luciano smiled devilishly as he pulled a knife from his belt. "You see, I can't stay in that hole Arthur put us all in, so I think I could make an...exchange."

Italy got fearful at his choise in words. "What are you exchanging with?" he asked as the evil twin stepped closer until Feliciano was wedged in a corner.

"You."

Romano felt relief wash over him when he heard the door open. "Veniciano!" he called. "About time, I was about to go out there and find you!" He froze when he saw the young man that entered the house. He didn't remember leaving his brother with sun glasses.

"What's with the glasses idiota?" he asked. "The clouds make it pretty dark out there."

"Uh...exactly." Italy answered. "It was so dark out there, that I had to wear sun glasses to keep the headlights of passing cars out of my eyes."

Something else caught Romano's eye. "How is it your cloths are soaked, but your hair is just fine?"

"What are you talking about fratello?"

"Your hair isn't even damp." he stated as he felt his brother's hair.

"I dried my hair before I came in." Italy answered. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm very tired from walking, and I have training at Germany's house in the morning. I'm going to bed." With that, Italy went up to the bedroom.

Once he was in some PJs, Italy looked in the mirror with his demonic grin and piercing maginta eyes looking at the worried Italian in the mirror, desporate to escape his prison. "Please, let me out of here Luciano!" he begged.

"And have two North Italys walking around for Arthur to find?" the imposter stated. "I don't think so." Just before he started to

move away from the mirror, he went back. "By the way, remind me to thank Oliver for teaching me a thing or two about how this magical prison works."

"When you go to Germany's training, I'll tell him everything!" Feliciano threatened. "Once he finds out, he'll get me out and put you back in your scary world!"

"How exactly are you going to talk to Ludwig? Hu?" Luciano asked. "You are nothing but my reflection, and all he'll see and hear is me, if I even pass by a mirror to begin with." He gave a full laugh at his fulproof plan as he left the mirror. "Remember this, Feliciano, even if Ludwig could hear you, there's nothing he could do about it. From here on out, I'm Italy Veniciano, and you are just a figmint of my imagination."

"No I'm not!" he screamed in the Italian's head.

Luciano chuckled. "You might as well be."

The next morning, Luciano went to Germany in the blue uniform ready for training with Ludwig and Kiku, but he was there early.

Germany looked around for Japan, he was usually there around that time, when, in the distance, he saw Italy rushing forward. "Sorry I'm late!" he yelled.

"You're...not late...?" the German stated, widening his eyes at his watch and double checking if it even worked. "If anything...you're early." Dumbfounded, Germany continued searching for Japan. Seeing him steadilly walking was slightly calming on his nurves. 'So, the world hasn't met it's apocolyps yet,' Germany thought. 'still, what's going on with Italy?...and why isn't he wearing that rediculous sailers suit?'

"So, what's first Dietr-I mean-Ludwig?"

"...Ludwig?" Germany asked. "Did you just...call me by my...HUMAN name?"

Italy stuttered at his mistake. Not only did he almost call him by his dark half's human name, but he forgot that no one in this world calls eachother by their human names, only country names as oposed to his world. "Uh...I just...uh...wanted to see if I could remember everyone's human names!" he stated with a "sweet" Russian smile plastered on his face. "We never use them, so I started to get them mixed up."

Germany gave Italy one last look of thought. 'Did he almost call me Dietrich?' and he shook it off, thinking he was just hearing things because he was spending to much time with England lately.

Throughout training, Italy amazed Germany with how fast and smart we got. He answered every question correctly, and didn't need a threat to finish his laps and physical training. In all honesty, Italy was flying by with ease. That was the first thing that scared the German. Second was the small fact that, whenever Italy passed a mirror, window, or any reflective surface, Germany heard a faint, "Help me Germany!" in Italy's voice when his mouth was shut, but again, he assumed it was just him slowly losing his mind from spending time with England and (in theory) Flying Mint Bunny. Third, Italy kept his eyes downcast the whole time, or closed tightly. The Italy Germany knew never kept his eyes shut tight like that. It was always more relaxed.

After training, Germany asked Italy why he was so great on the track and field that day. "It was a brease." was the responce. "I've been in more intence training before."

The German crossed his arms. "I don't believe that." he stated. "Where's your sailers suit? How did you get more intence training than mine? Why are your eyes closed tightly like that?"

Italy looked up at him blankly, still careful to keep his eyes hidden and pointed down. "I...couldn't find my sailers suit, I got more intence training from...Greece because he wanted to show me Sparta training, and my eyes hurt, so I close them tightly to protect them. Is that all?" Without waiting for an answer, Italy left, begining to look up with his maginta eyes.

Germany eyed Italy as he left. 'Seeing as how Japan didn't seem to notice, I'll talk to England later. Maybe he can help with his crazy magic stuff.'

"You know, they'll figure you out soon enough!" Feliciano stated with his arms crossed in the mirror.

"I got by Legwig easy enough." Luciano argued.

"His name's Ludwig!"

"Whatever! We're still going to take over this patheticly peacful world you made!"

Feliciano wondered what he ment by that. "You mean, there's more evil twins coming?"

Luciano just glanced at the mirror and smiled. "I would fear for little Arthur and Alfred if I were you."