Italy debated whether or not he wanted to make the call. Come now, Feliciano, you want me to be able to help you right?

"S-Si." Italy picked up his IPhone off of his desk and called England. It rang four times before the Brit finally picked up. Took you long enough, Italy thought to himself.

"Hello?"

"Ve~ hi, England!" Italy replied in his annoyingly loud, and energetic voice.

"Oh, hi Italy, did you want something?"

"Yeah! I heard Japan talking to Germany about something but he wouldn't tell me what it was when I asked him." He said pouting slightly, "He said something 2p..."

England didn't answer, "Ve~ England? Are you there?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry, it's just that 2ps are very dangerous and I'm wondering why Japan would be talking about them." England said concerned.

"So what are they?" Italy asked innocently.

England hesitated, "Well, first of all, they are the opposites of the nations that you already know. They live in a 2p world that we can't get to. In turn, they can't get here."

"Ve~ Why is it so bad for them to come here?"

England shuddered, it was so bad that Italy could hear it over the phone. "Most of them are blood thirsty and very dangerous."

"Ok..." Italy said dropping the subject. "So is it possible for them to come to our world?"

"Why do you want to know?" England asked suspiciously.

Italy raised up his spare hand up in defense even though England would never see it. "Well if they are as dangerous as you said then I'm worried that Japan wants to bring one into this world. He's been a bit off lately and I'm worried about him!"

England hesitated, trying to decide if Italy was telling the truth. "Ok..."

"I want to make sure he's not doing anything 2p related but I don't know what is 2p related." Italy said.

"Fine, to summon your 2p, and note you can only summon your 2p, you need a portal to the 2p world. It's very complicated magic and you need a portal in each world." He paused, "And unfortunately, they are impossible to destroy."

Italy cocked his head, "Does that mean you have one?"

"W-What makes you think that?"

"Well, if you didn't, you wouldn't know that it couldn't be destroyed." He said rationally.

"... Are you ok Italy, you aren't acting like yourself?"

Italy realized that he wasn't putting on his idiot act and he quickly covered up his real personality, "Ve~ Everything is fine! You know how sometimes conversations turn in weird directions. Like once I asked Germany if he wanted Pasta, and he said no so I asked him if he didn't like pasta and he said no he just didn't want it then I asked if he hated me and I started crying and he told me story about a pig and a turkey. Then-"

"Ok! Ok, I get it." Italy smiled at how well he had covered up him unusual behavior. "If you must know then I do have one, and frankly so does my 2p."

"Veeee~ Can I see it?"

England was was taken aback by the sudden interest, "S-Sure, I guess."

"Yay! I'll come over right away!" Italy immediately hung up and smiled widely.

"Looks like you get to come to my world, Luciano." Italy said as he began to giggle. He blinked, turning his eyes golden-brown again, dismissing Luciano from his conscience.

England was shocked that Italy had hung up on him so abruptly. Perhaps he was so excited to come over that he forgot he was talking to me. England managed to convince himself that, that was why Italy hung up and he continued making his scones.

A hour later there was a knock on England's door. England was shocked as he was so consumed in his cooking that he had forgot that Italy was coming over. He wiped his hand on a towel and went to answer the door.

Italy waited outside the door quietly replaying his plan to himself in his head. England opened the door and Italy quickly put on his stupid, happy face. "Ve~ I'm here! Can I see the portal now?" He said overly excitedly.

"Um, yeah sure." England stepped aside it let Italy in and closed the door behind him. "It's in my basement." England said as he began walking to the door under his stairs that lead to yet another fleet of stairs that went down. He walked down and Italy followed close behind quietly.

They came up to a hallway that was about 100 feet long. England walk to the very last door and opened the door revealing a small room. The room was empty with the exception of a shelf containing several ingredients and one cauldron full of a bright red liquid inside.

"This is a portal?" Italy asked.

"Yes,"

"That's all I needed to know." Suddenly, Italy pulled a knife out of his sleeve, pinned England on the wall, and held the knife to his throat.

"What the hell are you doing!" England asked gasping for air slightly.

Italy smiled a dangerous smile, "Thanks for the portal, now I need to know how to activate it."

"Release me now!" England tried to push Italy off of him but Italy was too strong. "And when the hell did you get so strong!?"

Italy pushed the knife further into England's neck, "I'm sorry?"

England gagged slightly, he stared at Italy in rage a moment before giving in, "You need the blood of the 2p you are trying to bring over."

Italy smiled, "I'm glad you understand who's in charge." Italy grabbed handcuffs out of his pocket and quickly cuffed England to the shelf.

Italy walked over to the cauldron and held his arm over it. He made a quick shallow cut on his arm, but enough so that there was blood on the knife. He flicked the knife and his blood dripped into cauldron. The portal immediately began to glow brightly.

He turned back to England who was trying to get out of the cuffs but was failing miserably, "Luciano should be here soon, after that I won't need you."

England glared back at him but there was obvious fear in his eyes. Italy grabbed a rag off of the shelf and wiped his knife clean, soon after he wiped his arm. Eventually the portal turned neon pink and a figure began to climb out of it.

He had brown hair, slightly tinted red, and fuschia eyes. He wore a beige military suit with a black undershirt and tie. He climbed out of the cauldron and dusted himself off. Once he was out the portal stopped glowing and returned to it's original bright red state.

"Good work, Feliciano." He said.

"Luciano..." England hissed under his breath.

"Of course," Italy looked to England, "Now, what to do with this one." He said coldly.

"Well, first we bring Oliver over to replace him, then you can do whatever you want with him." Luciano said with a smile.

Italy could see the fear build up in his eyes and laughed. He walked up to England and brought his knife to his arm, "I'll just need a little blood," Italy made a deep gash on England's arm and dripped the blood into the cauldron as England struggled to hold back a scream.

The portal began to glow again and Luciano leaned against the wall, waiting for Oliver to appear. Italy then wiped the blood off of his knife again and threw the rag that England. He chuckled as he watched England try to push the rag onto his open wound. He eventually managed to position the rag on his wound and he glared nervously at both Italys.

The portal glowed neon pink and a character similar to England came out of the cauldron. He had sky blue eyes and a dark vest accompanied by a pink undershirt and blue bowtie. He had a wide smile on his face that was more inviting that threatening.

"Ah, thank you much!" He said energetically, then he looked at his 1p, "Oh! Artie, how do you do!"

England just stared at him, "How the hell do you think I'm doing?"

Oliver continued to smile, "Shame on you, you shouldn't swear like that."

Luciano rolled his eyes, "You do realize that, that is his normal vocabulary and you will be filling in for him, right?"

Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Luciano rolled his eyes again, "Oh boy,"

"I refuse to swear!" Oliver said firmly.

"Let's talk about this later!" Italy said. "For now, what are we going to do with him?" He said, nodding towards England "I mean, I would kill him but he might be useful to us later on."

"Can't we just leave him here?" Luciano asked.

"No, his brothers come over sometimes to do magic," Italy explained, "And Oliver can't explain why there's another England here. Not to mention the fact that they will already be suspicious since Oliver won't be swearing." Oliver pouted quietly to this but didn't comment.

"How about your place? You live alone right?"

"That'll work, even though I'm not too thrilled to have someone in my basement."

"It'll just have to do." All three nations walked up to England, and he just stared back.

It feels like I'm looking at three 2ps, but what hurts the most, is that I know I'm not.


Thanks for reading, sorry if it's sucky, this is my first fic. Also I hope that last part made sense, it's supposed to mean that sweet and innocent Italy is acting like a 2p. And I'm not sure where I am going with this story so any advice would be great. Reviews?