Hi, So, yeah.

The next part I'm planning on releasing tomorrow if not the next day. Enjoy!


Germany's POV

The phone rang twice before Germany picked it up. It was 9:30 in the morning, and the only person who ever called him that early was Italy. Germany suspected that he was calling about the World Conference they had in a few hours.

Despite it being called a "World Conference", it wasn't exactly a real one. Not all of the usual countries would be there. It was arranged by America, most likely wanting to share another one of his "awesome" ideas. Chances were he just wanted to argue with Britan or France about something. However, since the last World Conference was held in America, he decided that it should be held in a different country that time, and that country just so happened to be Germany.

To Germany's surprise, it was actually Romano. Seeing as Romano never called him, and how he wasn't going to the conference, he had no idea what he could be calling about.

"Germany, hi, uh..." Romano didn't seem very focused. He was distracted by something.

"Yes?" Germany asked.

"It's um, is Italy suppose to be at the World Conference today?"

"Yes," Germany replied. Shouldn't Romano know that? He and Italy were brothers.

"Che cazzo" Romano muttered under his breath. Germany didn't know Italian, but he suspected the answer he gave Romano is not the answer he wanted.

"You seem surprised, Romano. Is something wrong?"

"Well, I just saw Italy a few minutes ago, but he didn't look like he was in any hurry to get to the meeting. He almost looked agitated by something"

"Where was he going?" Germany assumed Italy just got distracted by some girl. Italy had a tendency to be late, and he wasn't afraid to admit what he got distracted by. It was usually a girl

"I don't know, but I think he might have been talking to someone when he left. I thought it was you, but he was speaking as if he just met the person"

So it was just a girl.

"No need to worry, Romano" Germany reassured him. He told him that it was most likely a woman he got distracted by. Romano didn't seem convinced, but he sighed and agreed anyway.

"Well, I guess you're right. I'll let you go now,"

"Okay"

"I'll be sure to call you if anything else happens,"

"Okay"

"I'm sure you are correct,"

"Okay"

There was a pause, then a sound that suggested Romano just realized what he was doing

"Whatever, potato bastard. Ciao"

He hung up after that. Germany put down the phone, knowing there was no hope in Italy being on time today. At least he would know where he was.

Since Germany had time to spare, he figured he would grab a beer and read for a bit. The conference was still a few hours away. Germany got up and began to walk towards the kitchen.

It wasn't long before he could hear someone in the main room. Prussia wasn't home, and no one else came by to his house often. Except for Italy, of course. 'Perhaps he won't be late'.

As Germany got closer, he realized it couldn't be Italy. The footsteps were too heavy. Plus, now that he thought about it, Italy would have made his presence very known. He would've barged into the house yelling "DOITSI! I AM HERE!". Whoever this person was, they were not welcome.

Germany pulled out his gun, a Luger P-08. He always carried it with him, as Japan always carries his katana (And Italy with his white flag). Silently, he moved towards the entryway of the main room. Finding no one, he began moving towards his original location. As he put his back up against the wall next to the door that leads to the kitchen, the footsteps became more prominent. Definitely a larger man.

Germany hasn't had someone try to break into his house since England tried to spy on his country. Though unsuccessful, it had put Germany on high alert for a while. That was a while ago, and now it was happening again, though he was sure it wasn't England. Not on the day of a World Conference.

Germany looked through the doorway, gun in hand. There was a figure, as expected. Strong physique, military clothes, and from the looks of it, he was armed with a knife. Germany saw that the man didn't have the tan jacket on fully, just wearing it over his shoulders. He had a hat that covered a good bit of his blonde hair. From where Germany was standing, he could make out a few scars on the man's right arm.

Germany didn't hesitate. He took a few steps, aimed his gun at the man's head and clicked off the safety, making his presence known. The figure jumped at the sound. He dropped his knife, which, from the looks of it, seemed to be a military knife. Not only that but judging from the design, you couldn;t just buy that at your average hunting store. Not even most members of armies were given knifes like that.

Putting as much authority in his voice as he could, which wasn't hard, he said. "Turn around slowly. I am not one to be kind with intruders."

The man put his hands in the air at the same level of his head in a calm manner. He listened to Germany's orders.

Germany's hand almost faltered. He had to concentrate to keep his hand from shaking. His expression turned from serious to shock. He had to be hallucinating.

The figure turned to reveal that his face was Germany's. EXACTLY Germany's. Added the scar on his cheek and purple eyes. They both wore the same appalled expressions. Germany now noticed that his military jacket was of the same design as one of his own. He had the same iron cross that, up until that point, only he and Prussia owned. He wore a white tank top under his jacket, proving had the exact same build as Germany.

"Die Hölle?" Both Germany and the man said at the same time. The voice was the exact same, though it sounded quieter. The imitation was enough to bring Germany out of his trance.

"Who are you?" Germany said it more like a command than a question.

The man blinked once, then put on a slightly calmer expression. Despite that, he still stuttered with his reply. "M-my name is Germany."

Germany was more upset than shocked that they had the same names. He really had no reason to be more startled by this man. "No, you are not. I am Germany"

The man was clearly not happy with Germany's response. His expression soon grew dark, and his hands balled into fists. Since he did that, the punch he aimed at his gut was completely expected and blockable. Germany stepped to his left and charged with a right handed uppercut. The imposter clearly wasn't prepared and fell backward, gripping his jaw. His head banged on the countertop, and he sank down unconscious.

"See," Germany said to no one in particular. "The real Germany would've been prepared for that,"

Germany didn't really know what to do after he tied the imposter's hands behind a chair. He figured he could call America and call of the Conference. However, the thought occurred to him that there could be others like the imposter. He decided he would still call America, but for obviously different reasons.

He took out his phone and dialed America. It was only 1 and a half rings before he picked up. He almost regretted calling him first

"DUDE, GERMANY. YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THE MORNING I JUST HAD," America's yelling caused Germany to move the phone away from his ear in fear of becoming deaf. "GO AHEAD. GUESS!"

"Someone who looked like you just appeared in your home and attacked you?"

"Dude, what" America almost seemed disappointed. "How did you know?"

"Something similar happened to me. Where is your..." Germany tried to look for the right word to use, and settled with "counterpart now?"

"Oh, he's right here! I'd let you say hi, but I had to knock him unconscious with my coke can in order to keep myself from dying."

"You, uh..." Germany was uncertain if one could render a person unconscious with a tin can, but he was somehow more curious as to why he was drinking soda for breakfast(Though he was planning to have a beer a few minutes ago). He decided to ignore it. "Nevermind that. I need you to call everyone and tell them the subject of our conference today has changed. Assuming we are not the only people who are having this issue, we need to discuss what we are to do. Tell them to be there ASAP"

"Aw, man," America moaned. "I wanted to talk about my idea of having each country have a huge wall covered in machine guns. Can't we deal with this some other time?"

"AMERICA!"

"Fine, jeez. But, hey. Who's coming to the meeting again?"

Germany sighed, but began listing of the names anyway. "England, Canada-"

"Who?"

"Mein Gott, you know who it is. Japan, France, Ital..."

"Dude, you okay?"

Germany paused. Italy.

"Germany, you there?"

"Russia, China" Germany hung up and began to dial Italy. No one picked up. He tried again. Still no response. He tried once more, yielding the same results. He called Romano, thinking he would have better luck.

"Romano here"

"Find your brother, now."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"There is a very high chance he could be in trouble."

"What's going on?" Romano seemed angry. "I never get told what is going on!"

"Romano, just find him! And make sure it is actually him! Bring him to the conference location. You'll get an explanation when you arrive." With that, Romano hung up.

Germany walked over to his counterpart, who was just beginning to open his eyes. Germany grabbed him by his tank and pulled him so that his face was close to Germany's. The sudden motion made him fully alert

To get his point across, and to see if he really was his counterpart, he switched to German "Wer ist Norditalien für Sie!?"

Germany's counterpart didn't hesitate with his answer "Das gleiche Land, das mir diese Narben gegeben hatt"

Enraged, Germany punched his counterpart across the face. Enough to hurt, but not enough to knock him out.

Germany began to walk out the door, planning to look for Italy. Then he realized that Romano had just about as much luck with finding Italy as he did, if not more for knowing the geography better. Besides, Romano got very defensive when it came to his brother. He should be able to at least grab Italy's hand and run out to the conference location.

Trying his best to keep his composure, he grabbed his counterpart and began to drag him. It was only a 10-minute walk to the building they were meeting in. Hopefully, everyone else was in control of their counterparts