((Two chapters because I'm restricted to bed because of my cold so I have nothing better to do!

OK, this chapter shall introduce 2p!Italy and 2p!Germany. I have no idea when 2p!Japan will come in so don't ask. Now, my headcanon for 2p!Italy portrayal: 2p!Italy is a tyrannical, bossy little jerk who doesn't give a second thought to cheating or manipulating people to get what he wants. He isn't all that cowardly and likes picking fights, but being Italy he's always beaten up for it. He acts a lot like a cartoon villain, while 2p!Germany is his ally and lackey. 2p!Germany, though, is much smarter than Italy.

OK, let's chug on to the chapter. Hetalia isn't mine.))

"Come on, Germany!" said Italy as they marched down the street. "We have to hurry before the store runs out of pasta!" He skipped down the hill, giving a steady beat of ve's.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," replied the exasperated German. Italy had caught news that there was a pasta sale at the store that day, so of course, he grabbed Germany and dragged him into the warm September air to go and buy some.

The duo were on their merry way when a not-so-merry voice shouted, "IDIOTA!"

Both Germany and Italy stopped in their tracks.

Further down the street, something rather interesting was going on. First of all, the owner of the angry voice looked suspiciously similar to Italy-except his military uniform was brown, he wore a small hat with tassels and his hair was a darker shade of red. His eyes were a sinister red-violet and his voice was like a harsher version of Italy's own voice. The Italy lookalike seemed to be scolding a lookalike of Germany, except this man had violet eyes, messy clothes and a scar on his face.

"Yes, you are an idiota!" the Italy lookalike yelled. "Can't you follow my orders? I told you not to touch the stupid dimensional travel machine! Did you listen to me?! No! Now look where we are!"

"Who are they, Germany?" Italy asked. "They look just like us!"

Germany's eyebrows knit together at the sight of the other Italian. "I don't know."

"I'm gonna go talk to them!" Italy said cheerfully and skipped over.

"Italy, wait!"

Italy casually tapped the other Italian on the shoulder. He whipped around. "What do you wan-oh."

The two Italians looked at each other, one looking cheerful and ditzy while the other looked shocked and weirded out.

"Germany," said the darker Italian, "Why does this guy look like me?"

"Heck if I'd know," said the other Germany.

The pair stared at each other a bit more.

"Who are you?" asked Italy.

"Me?" asked the darker Italian. A dark smile spread on his face. "Hehe...I see you don't know." He crossed his arms, the smile turning into a villainous grin. "I am Luciano Vargas, otherwise known as Northern Italy! World domination is my only goal, and with my allies Germany and Japan, I shall rule all!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Unfortunately, Germany here sent us out of our dimension and we ended up in this namby-pamby place. Ugh."

Italy looked a little off-put. "You're...North Italy? But I'm North Italy."

More staring.

"You mean…" said the stunned dark Italy, "You...are my alternate self…?"

"That's me!"

Dark Italy gazed at him, mouth twitching. Then, he burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Italy asked innocently.

"You!" said Dark Italy. "You, a ditz from this goody-two-shoes universe, are me, a tyrant? Impossible! Hahaha!"

Italy processed the insults and glared. "Hey, and what makes you so special, bossing people around all day?"

"I, at least, am productive," replied Dark Italy, an arrogant smirk on his lips. "If this world is how I think, I bet you're just plain useless."

"I'm no more useless than you!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!" Cue Italian slap fight.

Germany almost forgot to go and break it up because of how amusing it was to see Italy actually argue with someone. He marched over, reached out a hand and grabbed the alternate Italy, prying him off before he could get a well-aimed punch for Italy's face.

Italy cowered behind Germany immediately after. "He's mean, Germany!"

"Let me go, brute!" the Dark Italy yelled, dangling off the ground.

"Wait a minute," said Germany sternly. "If you are who you say you are, what are your plans for this universe?"

Dark Italy faltered. "Uh…"

"He doesn't have any plans," said the alternate Germany.

"SHUT UP!" Dark Italy yelled.

Germany thought a moment. He was not going to invite these guys over-if they were evil doubles, they would cause trouble, and his house couldn't hold three versions of Italy. Two Italies were enough.

He roughly dropped Dark Italy, making the evil nation hit the floor with a thump. Dark Germany took him by the collar and dragged him off, while the evil Italy ranted, "This isn't over! I might not have a plan but I'll make one! I'll be back for you, got me?!"

"Shut up," Germany muttered, while Italy stuck his tongue out.

Hetalia!

"An evil Italy? Are you freaking kidding me, West? I need a picture! You better show me this guy so I get a photo!"

"Can you leave me alone?"

((I know, I know. Italy is a little OOC. But it's also my headcanon that 2p!Italy is the only person that can actually annoy Italy, so i figured them being mad at each other would be substantial. Italy will be more cowardly with him when he returns later.

Anyway, that's it. See you next chapter! REVIEW!))