"Alright." The blond Brit mumbled.
"God, why this early?" The dark blond Romanian sighed. "I'm tired."
"I am too. I didn't even sleep." Lukas replied.

"What? Why not?" Arthur asked. He seemed confused.

"Emil." Lukas sighed softly. "He had a dream. Not really a bad one, but it confused me."
"Tell us." Vladimir bent forward, leaning his head on his hands. A soft 'ow' escaped his mouth as he did so, and no one could blame him. He had never been careful with his vampire-like teeth.

"Well, basically, he got lost in a forest and he was not in his own body. It looked very similar though. Different hair color, eye color, but the rest was similar." Lukas sighed a bit. "Then I found him. Pulled him with me to a wooden cabin. He said I looked different too. Said I was smiling." Arthur frowned.

"Smiling? That's impossible."
"That's what I thought. Anyway, when we got there, someone started swearing at us. Tino."
"Tino would never." Vladimir said.

"Exactly. He said that Mathias and Berwald basically switched personalities. We were talking about, and I quote this, our 1p's." Arthur misunderstood what Lukas had just said. He frowned slightly.

"One piece?"
"1p." Vladimir rolled his eyes. "Switched personalities, you said?" The blond Norwegian nodded.

"I didn't sleep the rest of the night thinking about it."

"God..." Arthur sighed and rested his forehead in the palm of his hand.

"I think I heard a myth somewhere," Vladimir spoke up. Lukas and Arthur looked at him. "Go ahead."
"It was about so called 2p's. The myth went something like this." Lukas and Arthur listened closely.

"Somewhere across the universe, another world is said to exist, similar to this one. They have the same logic, the same systems, but there's one difference. The countries are said to have completely opposite personalities from us. Most of them are murderous, too. These countries, who call themselves the 2p's, are waiting for a chance to take over our world. Some look nice on first sight. Don't trust any of them."
"Could that be what Ice's dream was about?" Lukas asked. Vladimir shrugged. "It could have been."

"It seems like the most logical explanation, doesn't it?" Arthur asked. "There's nothing else I can think of either."
"Before we take conclusions, it might be better to do some research on these 2p's." Lukas said, frowning slightly.

"Have you got your laptop anywhere?" Arthur looked at Lukas, who walked to the dinner table and grabbed his laptop. He opened Google and looked for '2p countries'.

The myth of the 2p countries states that, in an alternate universe, a world similar to ours exists. So similar, actually, that it is almost like it's the same. Only the country stereotypes have completely opposite personalities. Some are homicidal, while others are not. They call countries in this world 1p's, which is where our name for them came from.

These 2p, or second player countries, are very fond of power throughout all universes. Therefor they are planning on taking over our world, but there is only one portal from their universe to ours, which only opens once every thousand years. The last time it opened was 700 years ago.

"That's why I couldn't be at the meeting back then." Vladimir explained. "The portal is literally located inside my house. Not in the country, just literally in my house. My kitchen, to be exact. I had to make sure nothing happened."

"Makes sense. Why didn't you tell us though?" Arthur asked.

"Because it sounds stupid. 'I had to stop evil versions of us from entering this world and taking over'."

"I would've done the same." Lukas replied. "But what happened seven centuries ago doesn't matter now."

"Right." Arthur looked on Lukas's screen again.

There are only three people left on planet Earth who can stop these 2p's from taking over. Exactly who, is unknown. The three guys looked at each other. "You've got to be kidding me." Arthur mumbled.

"I hope they are not." Vladimir said. "I thought I was the only one."
"Well, then I hope my thoughts are right. If someone has to do this, they better have some sort of relationship." Arthur mumbled.

"And some kind of defense." Lukas added.

How to fight the 2p's-

"Mh."

The 2p's are hard to fight. Only magic can stop them, and not any magic can. Most of the ways that can, are unknown to most wizards. There are 10 ways total, which are all in ancient spell books. These books are nowhere to be found and if you find them, there is only one way to read them, which is if you're chosen to.

More is not known about the 2p's and how to fight them.

"Vital information just on the damned Internet! How dare they?!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Sh." Vladimir said. "It helped us. Copy-paste the text and delete the article on how to fight them." Lukas did what he was told, knowing it'd be for the best of the three of them, and most likely the major part of humanity on Earth.

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"Well? Did you find anything?" Emil asked his older brother.

"Good morning to you too." Lukas mumbled. Emil rolled his eyes.

"Good morning. Did you find anything?" He sighed.

"I think we did." Lukas said.

"Tell me everything." Emil replied. After a glare from his older brother, he added a "Please."

"Alright." Lukas said. "I'll keep it short. There's an alternate universe with people that call us their 1p's, so what they were talking about in your dream. These people, who we call 2p, have personalities opposite from ours, explaining their personalities and why they looked so much like us."
"And you're saying..."
"Maybe it was a look into how they really function." Lukas ended his story.

"But- why me?" Emil asked. "Why this... whatever it was? Why today?"
"There's no logical explanation for that, Emil. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was meant for you. I don't know."

"...right." Emil sighed softly as he passed the older Norwegian, and went down the stairs to the living room.

"Morning!" Mathias smiled brightly at him. Emil was relieved to see him, but would never admit that thought had crossed his mind for even a second. Ever. Even if it was to Lukas.

"Morning." He simply replied.

"Bit grouchy, ain't ya?" Mathias laughed.

"Like that's any different than usual."
"Not really."

"Exactly." Emil sat down at the table and prepared himself breakfast, quickly followed by his older brother.

Breakfast went by silently and peacefully, or more quiet than was usual.

"Hey, aren't Fin and Sve coming over today?" Emil asked at some point. Lukas nodded.

"Ja."
"Thought so." The Icelandic teen mumbled before continuing his breakfast.

Afterwards, all three guys went upstairs to change into their everyday clothing. It was, as Mathias liked to call it, a family tradition to stay over at one another's house for about two weeks, twice per year. This time, they stayed over at Lukas's house, fairly far in the north of Norway. Lukas was used to the chill, Emil was too, but still liked to wear sweaters, but for the Dane it was quite a bit harder, living much farther south.

Emil sighed as he stood in front of his closet. What he'd usually wear was in the laundry, so he was left to his sweaters and jeans. He ran his hand through the sweaters, all a fairly light color, but not ridiculously light. His favorite was a lilac one, that, as his best friend stated, "totally matches your eyes."

But he wouldn't dare to show himself wearing that to Mathias, so he went with a darker blue one instead.

How would Lukas like it?
The thought rang through his head as he looked at the sweater.

"Hey, Emil, I got you something for your birthday." Lukas smiled slightly.

"Uh.. thanks.." Emil replied, taking the messily wrapped package from his brother. From the way it felt he could already tell what it was.

Feeling somewhat awkward, he unwrapped the package. A navy blue sweater. It was soft and fluffy on the inside, and he noticed white letters in the collar.

"Hand made in Norway."

Emil ran his fingers over the white letters in the collar and smiled. The sweater had barely been washed, but he had barely been wearing it. Pulling it over his head, he couldn't stop himself from stopping halfway through and rub the soft fabric over his cheek. God, it seemed like it could stay soft forever...

The bell rang.

Shit. Emil quickly pulled the sweater over his head and put on a pair of black jeans, changing his mind as he looked in the mirror. He took off the black jeans and put on light blue ones. As he ran downstairs, he was attempting to put on socks at the same time, and fell down the last two steps, yelling out some Icelandic curse words.

"God- Emil, are you okay?" The teen had landed, face down, on the wooden floor. He waved away the older Finn's help and got up by himself.

"I'm fine." He pulled his sweater straight and whimpered softly as he touched his left eyebrow. A small scratch.

"Morning!" An enthusiast boy smiled at him. He just reached his teenage years.

"Morning, Peter." Emil replied, smiling. The two were friends, sort of, despite their four years of physical age difference. Mentally there was barely a difference, although the younger Brit was more talkative and acted more his 'age'.

From the Swedish Berwald, he received simply a nod. Was to be expected. Emil replied with a nod as well, smiling slightly.

The six of them sat down in the living room. The two teens relaxed slightly, as well as Mathias.

"What are we going to do?" Tino asked.

"I went to a pretty cool movie with Tim recently." Mathias said. "We could go see that one?"
"Age rating?" Tino asked immediately.

"12+." Mathias replied. "I would never have even thought about suggesting it if it was higher."

"What's it about?" Peter asked after Tino smiled slightly and nodded.

"It starts off with a young boy in the waiting room of the hospital." Mathias explained. "His mom has cancer and is close to death. After she dies, there's a cut to about thirty years later, and the boy, who grew up, finds a mysterious stone. He tries to sell it, but it doesn't work, and ends up in jail after creating chaos with a raccoon and his pet tree, and a green lady. They have to escape some way and make sure the stone does not get in the wrong hands."

"Sounds good." Emil said, sitting up straight. "Let's do it."