Warning: Cursing, Fail grammar, Self loving, America is being smart for once, Swearing, Possibly insulting material, More fail, Abuse of mirror's innocence, Use of wooden tables as a substitute for glass tables and Fail reference.

I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers

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A familiar figure stared solemnly at the old fragile mirror; He slowly lifted his hands towards his still youthful face, taking a full feel of the obvious epidermis.

He saw in the odd reflection what people and nations alike would call Arthur Kirkland, Britain, Britannia, Angleterre, England, United Kingdom or on certain occasions "Iggy"

All of this is just names of his mundane existence.

He had failed to notice how his own hands have involuntarily moved towards the fragile mirror. The nation let out a shudder as he felt an icy jolt pass through him as he lightly touched the material beneath his fingertips.

Or it could simply be his imagination.

"How are you, love?"

Yes, it had to be his imagination again and not even the fae would be able to help him now.

With a gulp, he looks up and his emerald eyes widen in shock. In front of him was truly his reflection but not exactly what he had expected. It was Him, the supposed buried shadow of his past. The Pirate from beyond the mirror mimics his position; gloved palms resting on the cold glass, a sly smirk gracing his expression and to top it off, a glimmering emerald with undeniable ferocity leering with much confidence. The gentleman could even feel the intensity of the stare through the patched eye. He shuts his eyes tightly, repeating a mantra that he knows could only salvage his sanity for a minute.

"Look what you've become, nothing but an empty shell."

The Pirate took a step back before adjusting his tri-cornered hat; his smirk never fading from his features.

"You shouldn't have left me for death especially when we're on the pinnacle of our time."

Arthur finally manages to step away from the mirror while quickly covering his ears in an attempt to block his dimmed imagination. The nation could simply deny the existence of this entity, for he knows that this part of him had already perished. Arthur slowly nods while keeping his hands busy covering his ears; Yes, yes, yes … all in his head and he should really get some rest soon with the world meeting tomorrow.

The Pirate let out a long sigh before letting out a loud laugh; his only eye not leaving the gentleman on the other side of the mirror.

"Do not fret; I have forgiven you for your wretched treason. After all we only need each other-"

"Shut the fuck up!" The Gentleman instantly cried as he started shaking slightly "There is no bloody 'WE' here, only myself!"

The Alter persona paused and stared at the shaking Gentleman in front of him. This was just the start and yet it's beyond easy how he penetrated hi so deeply already. He mentally shrugged before returning to the Gentleman; licking his lips before smiling.

"You sound so unsure, confused and well… disbelieving."

Arthur continued to shut his eyes, cup his ears and grit his teeth.

But his Alter persona continued to smile utterly sweetly beyond one's understanding of sweet as he pierce the logic of science.

"N-NO—"

The nation let out a short gasp as he felt ice cold arms slowly surround around him. He opens his eyes and could not break his gaze as his now dimmed Alter Ego completely hugged his shaking form, letting his head rest on his chest; Arthur could feel the familiar soft cravat on his cheek.

Suddenly a gloved hand slowly started playing around his sandy blond locks as if to pet him in comfort.

"Shush, it's alright Arthur. Do not be afraid of yourself. "

To be honest, Arthur did not want anything more than to shove that shadow away from him, break the annoying mirror and clean it afterwards. The nation attempts to struggle with little or almost no change in the situation; as if something was making him not struggle at this point in the current predicament.

"Struggling isn't going to do any good love. It would be best if you let me take some of the stress."

The pirate cooed before brushing his lips on the gentleman's own.

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"And that's how we save the world from Global warming!" The American pump his fists up in excitement of his Awesome plan. "So who's with me?"

"That's impossible America." Ludwig simply resisted to facepalm at the suggestion.

"And it would cause so much money aru…" A few sighs and frustrated grumbling was heard in the background; but America hardly cares.

But something felt absolutely missing at the moment in Alfred's opinion. He started staring at the nations one by one. 'Time for a check list!' He thought as he pulled a small and surprisingly unnoticeable notepad from his left pocket. It was so routinely that he had managed to keep a checklist if something would ever went missing.

1.) Well, most of them (totally not important to be mentioned) we're being unawesome and rejecting or not even listening to his divine suggestion, CHECK.

2.) Japan agreeing automatically, CHECK.

3.) Russia, being a creepy commie petting his water pipe while in public, CHECK.

4.) Greece is asleep, CHECK.

5.) Italy asking for a Lunch (PASTA) break, CHECK.

6.) Ca-Cana—Canana—whatever is not present, CHECK.

7.) A suddenly appearing TOTALLY UNAWESOME relative of Germany, CHECK.

8.) #7 is challenging the Awesome, CHECK.

9.) Perversion mode France, CHECK.

10.) Full shout out match between the Awesome and England.

'So that's what missing!' Alfred always knew making a list would make things easier, and to think some of the nations underestimate his intelligence, HA.

America quickly turns his sight to England's sit in order to proceed with his list, nothing could stop this proper procedure of a world meeting; He was too awesome to let anything stop the routine anyway.

But what he saw was too surprising.

England had a wicked smirk on his face and his usually beautiful emerald eyes look completely dark, dangerous and sadistic that could actually match with Russia's pair of purple orbs. Alfred could not do anything but look away in sheer internal horror. "W-What the fuck…" technically no one could hear him swear.

It was like England was replaced with something else entirely. This was not the Arthur he grew up with … so where was Arthur?

America just stared at the wooden table, speechless at the moment.

And this development only made the Alter persona smirk wider.