Chapter 2: Talking mirrors are always fun!


"Calm down, dad" Francis said "let's think for a second. Who could have interest in an old mirror?"

"I don't if he would have interest, but the last people we had here were the Beilschmidt, and that Gilbert kid disappeared during half of the meeting."

"Okay, tell me the address and I'll talk with him."

Marco informed his son and followed him to the kitchen, ready to get some pill for his head. But still, one question kept nagging him.

"If this boy stole the mirror, do you think Matthew showed himself?"

"We can't be sure about this, but let's consider that Matthew loves scare the hell outta people."

Both thought in union: Well shit.

~ in some other place ~

After taking a painkiller, Gilbert sat in front of the blond. He already decided that all of this was real and he couldn't escape that reality, so it was time to have a conversation with Matt.

"Okay, so, how did you got there?"

"I already told you. A wizard locked me in here."

"Yeah, but couldn't you tell me something of your past?"

Suddenly Matthew froze. Gilbert could swore he saw the sweat start forming on his hairline.

"I-I don't like talking about my past."

Huh? Gilbert frowned.

"Right, I understand."

The albino was really curious, but he would respect the blond. After all, he also had done things he regretted. (the word 'drugs' came rushing through his mind and he pushed it away, but it wasn't totally gone – it never was – and acquaintances appeared in his eyes, but he didn't really wanted to met them again, and–

"SIR!" yelled Matthew attracting the other's attention.

"Huh? What?"

"You were glaring at the air and muttering something. It was really scaring me."

"Yeah? A talking mirror. This surely it's normal! And why do you keep calling me 'sir' all the time, this is annoying, you know?"

"Well, I'm sorry but you in all your non-polite manners never cared enough to tell me your name!"

They both stared at each other in silence before bursting out laughing at the same time.

"I suppose," Matthew said between laughs "this situation it is a little weird."

"A lot. By the way, I'm Gilbert, the most awesome person you ever get to meet."

"I'm… honored?"

"Hell yeah you are! And, the awesome I still want to know what it's like inside there."

"Well" Matthew touched his chin in thought. "The ground where I'm sitting it's completely black as if it doesn't exist. Actually, I think it truly doesn't."

"Weird." The albino interrupted "Looking from here, the floor looks just like my room's."

"No shit, Sherlock. This is a mirror; of course you would see it equal to your side. Anyway, besides the floor, everything is white as if it's endless. But I can't leave this kind of window. Anywhere I walk, this window follows."

Gilbert was ready to ask about the day before, when both were interrupted by the doorbell. The albino went to answer it (his step-father was at work, Ludwig at school) and came face to face with a boy with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Bonjour, I'm Francis Bonnefoy.

~ in some other place ~

Lukas shivered while trying to shoo the Danish boy.

"What's wrong, buddy?" asked Matthias.

"I have a strange feeling, that's all."

Lukas looked his troll and shook his head. Just a strange feeling.


Bonjour = hello (french)

ok, I really did tried make a bigger chapter, but it's harder than I thought.

Oh, btw Lukas = Norway and Matthias = Denmark.

hope you all like it, it's difficult write Norway and Denmark's personalities, cause I'm not fond of them, so if you reviewers read a lot of fanfics of them or something, write me on a review how they usually act, please.

Thanks for everyone that alerted this, for the ones who reviewed and for the ones who favorited. It means a lot to me.

Ah, right. And review please. I ask to the ones that alerted that if you're not reviewing now, please leave a review in the last chapter (its not the end yet, no worries)

Kisses ~