Hey Guys!

Merry Christmas!
Hope you got everything you wanted and you enjoyed yourself and had an awesome time playing in the snow or whatever you Northern Hemisphere weirdos do. I, for one, had an awesome time in my pool. AUSTRALIA FOR THE WIN! (Spiders aren't really that big a deal in Perth, the most dangerous ones can't kill an adult human. Snakes are really venomous- tiger snakes, King Browns, etc. But, if you stay away from them they stay away from you, my sheltered life writing on the computer while other kids are riding in the bush has led me to literally see only one wild snake in my entire life and it was only a dugite and it was at my primary school.)

Oh, and I just want to bring to people's attention one of Russia's character songs. It's SEVENTEEN minutes long and is amazing the entire time, please take just 17 minutes of your life to watch it. It's called 'White Flame' and the entire thing, including the translated lyrics is on YouTube.

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Wow, this was updated fast.
DON'T GET USED TO THIS I WILL RUN OUT OF INSPIRATION I HAVEN'T UPDATED COMPANIONS IN 2 MONTHS THE CLOCK IS TICKING!

Enjoy!


Chapter 3

Lutz glared at his reflection. He never wore suits. He hated suits. But his stupid brother was making him wear one for the Axis reunion tonight. Of course, the reunion hadn't necessarily been planned. Luciano had just announced it randomly, mostly just to spite the Allies, who were also having theirs tonight. Despite knowing him for a long time, Lutz still never knew what the Italian was thinking. He went from calm and sadistic to loud and sadistic to terrifying and sadistic and pretty much the only thing you could ever count on about him was he was sadistic. It was frightening, watching him use a knife, slitting throats and stabbing into hearts. He liked to kill cleanly and quickly, much unlike Oliver, who enjoyed to hack up a body. Actually, he suspected Oliver was the only one who could compare to Luciano's knife skills. The last time they fought, they had to be pulled apart to avoid tearing each other to pieces.

As he pondered this, something... ...odd occurred. The reflection he was glowering at seemed to... change. Distort. Warp. Instead of his pinkish purple eyes, it adopted bright blue eyes, and the scar that extended down his cheek vanished. His tuxedo was replaced by a casual grey button-up shirt, yet the Iron Cross he always wore still hung around its neck. It seemed to keep his light skin tone. Everything around it was black, and instead of the extension of his shoulders, there was a curve at the bottom of the illusion.
Lutz took a few steps away from the mirror, eyes wide. What was this? He usually wasn't one to be spooked, but this was different. This was otherworldly. He had a secret fear of the supernatural, it did whatever it wanted, it didn't apply to the normal rules of the world. This is why he was wary around nations such as Oliver, who are such at ease with those things, to the point of using them to their advantage. Forbid anyone find out.

The thing looked shocked, as well, but not his his extent. It also had fear in its eyes. Good. This thing wasn't in control. Fear was alright. Fear could be exploited, fear was in every living thing and was the key to gaining what you want. Even if the illusion falls, you can rebuild it. But, when these rules were no longer applicable, when there was nothing that could be taken for granted or predicted, that was when the hunter became the hunted. So, since there was nothing that could be trusted but the basic element of fear, he would cling onto that and exploit it how a drowning man might cling to a piece of flotsam. He put on a confident, cocky smile and tried his best to look certain. As he was about to speak, the fear grew in the thing's eyes and it hurriedly seemed to push away whatever it was looking into. The reflection rippled somehow, like water, and disappeared. Then, there was his ordinary reflection.

His confident expression vanished, and he sunk down onto the floor, confused and frightened. What if it happened again? He could ask Oliver about it, but he wouldn't want to encounter him. He had been told that Norway and Romania were skilled in magic, but they were also two nations he would prefer not to encounter. He was stuck in a trap he hadn't seen until he had walked right into it, and he didn't like it at all.

Even though his brother was mute, he could practically feel Prussia getting annoyed at his lagging.
He put on a bored expression, it wouldn't be good to appear frightened in front of Luciano, and left the bathroom.

Just a little too quickly.


Luciano looked into the old polished hand mirror, content on the appearance of his outfit. It really was a tattered old thing, a suit made long ago, and the second tuxedo he had ever owned, and he honestly didn't care for it. But, his other suit had been torn badly after he had gotten into a fight with Oliver (whom he still wanted to duel fairly, without any interrupting nations), and he hadn't thought about the still-damaged tuxedo when he had announced the reunion. He could be calm and strategic, and he often was during the war-time, but acted on impulse occasionally, from the sense of security that he was one of the strongest nations. England, Russia, possibly even America on a good day, were all powerful, but he and his more pleasant, yet still deadly, brother made for a team that could not be beaten, even if they weren't as comfortable around one another.

The two weren't on great terms, because of their wildly different interests. While he loved to slit throats, Flavio would prefer to spend an afternoon sewing and pestering his brother to try out the clothes he designed. Luciano would often reply that the clothes he designed wouldn't look good in a dumpster, much less on him, and this usually resulted in a fight and Flavio getting upset because he didn't like his shirt ripped up and covered in blood from Luciano's skilled knife strokes. Then he would tell Flavio that it was just a stupid shirt and how dumb he was to care about it (though he often used stronger language), and how there must something wrong with his eyes because it looked much better like that. This often resulted in another fight, and, well, I suppose you get the idea.

After his brother had refused to stitch up his old suit (the other one had been too torn and bloody to fix in an afternoon), he had to do it himself. Though he was still skilled with his fingers, he could not compare to Flavio's needlework. Then again, his brother was less skilled in knives, they had their own interests. Maybe needlework was the reason why his brother was more liked. Oh, well. There was nothing to compare to the thrill of ending a pesky human's life, especially if the other activity happened to be embroidery. As he contemplated how pretty one of Flavio's new white lace shirts would look soaked in said brother's blood, he was about to put the mirror down.

Then the unexpected occurred.
Luciano was always the one controlling, the one manipulating. He knew exactly what everyone was thinking around him, he noticed the tiniest details, the tiniest changes in their personality. He was the mastermind controlling all the puppets, at least in his mind. When a plan is performed, it must be done cleanly and concisely, every detail must be executed flawlessly. If one thing goes wrong, he makes sure to punish whoever was responsible. Because, unless it was another nation or he was just doing it for fun, he preferred not to get his hands dirty. He was, after all, part of the country the mafia came from.
So, when things got out of hand, when he had no control over of the situation, or even worse, he didn't know what was going on, he got angry or violent. Not, scared though. Being scared was for the weak... Being scared was for the losing side... So he would express his confusion and lack of control by being frustrated and furious and by taking out anger on people who did nothing wrong, well, except trust him.

This was what he felt when his reflection transformed.
His darker hair turned lighter, but his hair curl was still present, and his open magenta eyes were closed shut. If the reflection had magenta-coloured eyes at all. Instead of his suit, he wore a white shirt adorned with a single yellow dandelion. He had a circle of blackness surrounding him, and the colour also filled the space that should've reflected the background.
The doppelganger looked confused, but slightly terrified. Fear... Lutz often liked to exploit that emotion. But to him, it wasn't elegant at all. Why should he use such an ugly emotion? Still, he felt that this would not be one of his normal plots. He should use all the advantages as they appeared in front of him, beautiful or not.
But, it felt wrong as he put on a cocky smirk, eyes shining. He was a good actor, he would say so himself.

The fear in his eyes grew, and he quickly looked away. The apparition ceased, and he saw himself smirking, slightly wickedly, in the mirror, his magenta eyes sparkling with pleasure. His expression grew to proper contentment as he saw how convincing his short, but good, performance was.
Yes... This fear, it might be fun to use. He usually only exploited trust. Humans had too much of it. As he reinforced it with his act, they were so blinded by it that they didn't know the real him until it was too late.

He placed the mirror carefully down on the table and grinned, properly this time. Maybe, if he played his cards correctly, this wouldn't be so bad, after all...


Allen stomped up to his house, then tore open the door, rushing in. He clasped his hand over his left shoulder, which was bleeding heavily, and entered the living room to see Matt lounging on his couch. At his entrance, the Canadian glanced up, examined the wound on Allen's shoulder, then glanced back down again.
As the American went in the direction of his bathroom, Matt told him in a gruff voice, "Medical kit's in your en suite. After all the injuries you get, you'd think you would bother to learn where it was."

Allen grunted in affirmation, and headed towards the little en suite bordering his bedroom, "Why on earth did I put it there?"
"Something about not wanting visitors to see a bloody mess when they enter the bathroom. You never bother to clean it," Matt replied dryly.
America ignored him and searched for the bandages. When he gained them, he hastily tore off the sleeve of his shirt and started wrapping them around the fresh wound, "Great. England ruined my shirt."
Matt heard him and called from the living room, "I take that it didn't go well."
Allen tried to ignore the sarcasm in his brother's voice, "The bastard didn't even acknowledge what I was saying. He just was doing his stupid magic stuff. I mean, once when I swore he didn't even tell me to put money in that stupid jar."
"Hmph. I guess that is a little odd..."

"Maybe I should pay him back," Allen grinned.
Matt rolled his eyes, feeling him grinning even from the living room, "Whenever you 'pay him back', you just end up with worse wounds."
Allen frowned, "This time will be different."
"You say that every time."

Allen didn't reply. Instead, he glared into his mirror, pulling the bandage tighter and grimacing as pain flared up his already harrowing shoulder.
And then, all too quickly, his reflection changed.


If you got confused, I kind of switch between the human and nation names, so you know what universe you're in, but the characters thoughts and dialogue being realistic, since they are referred to by their nation names by fellow nations. If the two worlds meet properly (I will reveal nothing), then I will just call them by their human names.

More encounters! P̶s̶s̶t̶ ̶p̶a̶y̶ ̶a̶t̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶e̶a̶c̶h̶ ̶n̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶r̶e̶f̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶a̶l̶t̶e̶r̶n̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶l̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶.̶
Sorry if how the nations meet their alternate selves is kind of cut-and-paste, I don't really know how to do so differently for each character. Hopefully how they react is different enough.

(Sorry if you don't like how I'm portraying the 2ps at the moment just so you know I don't think of them as horrible evil monsters like half of the fandom).

Hope you enjoyed!