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I need to end this before I cry oh gosh 2016 someone hold me and it better be a country I can't choose which country.

Enjoy! (and may your 2016 be full of happiness!)

Chapter 4

Even though England acted like it at times, Norway had always really been the leader of the Magic Trio. It was up for debate who had the most magic knowledge, but the other two found that he was easy to depend on. He wasn't sure how. Sometimes, he felt he couldn't even depend on himself to do things right.
But, despite all of this, he trusted himself to make the right decision so that even if he failed, he would know that he at least could balance conscience and logic. Now, everything was crumbling. This 'alternate reality' was going against so many things he thought true in the past, and he wasn't sure if he was able to make the 'right' choice in this situation. They didn't even know the proper size of the threat.

So it was a little uncharacteristic when he decided to go straight to the G8 meeting without thinking it through. He started to collect some of the more notable books off the carpeted floor, showing clearly they had to get to the meeting as fast as possible. England and Romania, though a little curious at his behaviour, followed his role. Soon, they had as many books as they dare carry, but there was still a disconcerting amount left behind. Norway led them through the doorway and out onto the busy London streets. It was almost noon, and the air was at a comfortable temperature. As England hailed a taxi, Norway continued to ponder this different world. Alternate selves? It all seemed the plot of a bad fantasy novel. Yet here it was, in the real world.

After receiving an odd look from the driver, the three had crammed themselves inside the vehicle and Norway occupied himself by continuing to look through the multitude of books they had brought with them. Most of it was theories and nonsensical attempts to understand different dimensions, so they were having a hard time finding anything of proper use. Almost none of it lined up to the little experience they had on the subject, and the rest was very likely speculation. As he continued to search for anything remotely useful, he noticed something was... ...off. Norway frowned, and asked England and Romania, "Have either of you seen any fairies, spirits or other magical creatures around since you saw the reflection?"

England replied, "...Actually, no I haven't."
Romania told him likewise.
"It is very possible this has something to do with our current situation. An apparition in a mirror will not go..." England trailed off.
He noticed the driver's expression as he overheard their conversation, "Actually, maybe we should save this for when we get there."

The trio mutually agreed, and were left to their fruitless search. After a few more minutes of pointless skimming, they had arrived at the meeting place. Norway noticed the cab driver's face was pale as England paid him, and briskly walked up to the building to keep his mind off it. He honestly wasn't thinking right today. When they entered, they had to walk up a considerable number of stairs to get to the meeting place. When they got to the top, they had to take a small rest from the multitude of heavy books they were transporting. They spent a little too long there, anxious of what would happen when they entered the room, then braced themselves and opened the door.

There was a gloomy air within the room. Dread and apprehension echoed within the painted walls, and the occupants of the room looked over to the trio who had just entered. Germany nodded toward the center of the cleared-off table, and they dumped the books onto it.
"I need Italy and America to explain their encounters in detail," England immediately explained.
"Well, I guess I have to, as well. While you were travelling here, I saw something in the mirror, too," Germany remarked.

England almost growled in frustration as he heard this. This was all getting out of hand too quickly. Something needed to be done.
"Firstly, I really think you should explain what is going on," France said, and everyone else mutually agreed.
Romania sighed, "Well, that's the thing. We don't really know ourselves. The only conclusion we can come to, with our limited resources, is that there is a parallel dimension with alternate versions of ourselves. The true nature of them we don't know, except I think that they perfectly harmless..."
He shot a pointed look at Norway, and the Nordic completely ignored him.

"We also think that my alternate self destroyed all the teacups in my house... Well, except for the one I was holding. That one broke after Norway surprised me with a phone call. So we believe that they can use magic, as well," England finished. He sighed, then started to pace.
As the nations pondered this, America asked, "Don't you have any way to look into the alternate dimension?"
Norway replied, "No. Unless you count looking through reflective surfaces, and we've already ruled that as too dangerous."
He gave an unreadable expression to Romania, whose visage stiffened.

England's eyes widened, then he asked Norway, "I have a theory. What if we use a seeing spell, but instead of preventing the spell from hopping to somewhere outside of this world, we instead focus it on the potential other world?"

Norway seemed to think for a moment, "Yes... You're right. That could work."
He glanced over at Romania, who nodded, all three agreeing the theory was possible.
"Then we're going to have to work as quickly as possible. If the fracture has enough negative energy to repel magical creatures, then it is extreme. It could be a very significant threat if we don't fix it fast enough. Also, using magic to see into another world will significantly worsen the fracture, so this better be worth it," England's tone was grim.

"Alright, then! What can we do to help?" America asked, attempting to stay optimistic.
Norway glared at him, "Stay out of our way and don't be annoying. Coming here wasted precious time."
He turned his back on them, then started to consult England and Romania how they should reword the spell so the apparition would be in from different world. The rest sat in a grim (and still dreading) atmosphere, waiting for them to finish. America was more than a little insulted they couldn't help, but the rest were somewhat fine with it.

The trio seemed to come to a conclusion, and turned back to the others.
"Okay, we have the right wording for the spell, but we need the DNA of the person we want to see, or rather whose counterpart we want to see. We shouldn't use one of ours, because the alternate trio might notice being spied on," Romania explained, "We shouldn't see someone close to them, either."

"Who should we see, then?" France questioned.
England's frown grew, "I'd say the alternate Axis? I can't see them hanging around any of our counterparts."
Germany sighed, "Fine, then. You can use mine."
He plucked a hair from his head and put it on the table. He was honestly a bit skeptical about all this.

The magic trio prepared for a little longer, than started to chant.

Luciano, Lutz and Kuro were at a somewhat fancy restaurant, currently having their dinner.

It was silent. Mostly because Lutz and Luciano were contemplating the apparition they had seen before, and Kuro was too refined to break the silence. Inside, he observed the two with great interest. It was not often they were so quiet, and they seemed to be in a different world entirely.
Finally, he decided to break the pregnant silence, if only to discover why they were acting so odd, "You held this reunion to spite the Allies, right Italy?"

Luciano looked up from the not-so-fantastic meal, grinning, "If you didn't know that, Japan, you don't know me at all."
Kuro replied, "Well, I heard that England wasn't even going to Allies reunion."
"From whom?" Luciano asked, suspicious.
"...China," Kuro admitted after a pause.

Lutz, who had been mostly disinterested in the conversation, raised an eyebrow, "Are you serious? You're getting gossip from China?"
Kuro frowned, "You're being judgmental. Anyway, don't you find it curious?"
The two only found it worrying, since Oliver was an expert in magic, and therefore twisted reflections. But, Luciano told him, "He's probably making more cupcakes. Like anyone is going to eat them. Poisons aren't all that appetizing."

There was something about his tone of voice. Kuro dared to comment, "...You two are acting unusual."
Luciano's eyes flashed, and he took the steak knife he was using, then pressed it up against his neck. Kuro paled, and knew he made the wrong decision. His hand drifted to the katana he had barely been allowed to bring inside, hanging by his waist. He didn't want to fight Italy, he would probably win, and they would never be allowed back in this restaurant. Well, it wasn't very good food, anyway.

Luciano noticed the motion, and pressed the blade into Kuro's neck. A trickle of red started to drip down his pale skin.
He asked in a sing-songy voice, "What was that, Japan? I couldn't hear you~!"
Kuro gritted his teeth, then retracted his arm and rested it on the table, "...Nothing."
"That's a good boy," Luciano's eyes sparkled sadistically, and pulled the knife back, wiping the blood off with a napkin. Japan seethed, and glared at Italy. His face was content, and he was humming a little song happily. Oh, how he wished he could defeat him.

As Kuro finished his meal, he wiped the blood off, around the place his wound had been. It was lucky they didn't permanently scar from trivial things.
Lutz looked on with disinterest. Clearly, Japan was eager to know what was happening. But, Italy's terrifying demeanor would make that information more difficult to obtain. He just hoped Japan didn't decide to ask him, instead.

Arthur stumbled as he finished the spell. Norway looked on in slight worry, "That spell was simple. It shouldn't have phased you."
"Yes, I know. For some reason, my magic was already depleted before this. I didn't notice until now, so I don't know how it happened," England replied.

The rest of them were taking in what they had just witnessed.
"Ve~! That other me was scary!" Italy exclaimed. They all mutually agreed with him. He was certainly much different from their own Italian.
Norway concluded, "So, it does seem that these 'alternate selves' have less pleasant characteristics. Even if you count out Italy's threatening behavior, I certainly would want to know this England who apparently puts poison in it's cupcakes."

Romania seemed uncomfortable, but said nothing.
"Alright, then. What next?" England asked.

And then it all went downhill.

OH GOSH I HAD SO MUCH WRITERS BLOCK WHILE WRITING THIS.

ARGHHHHH THIS WILL BE UPLOADED LATE.
NOTHING IS LATE IF YOU DON'T HAVE AN UPLOADING SCHEDULE.
I'M STILL REALLY SORRY.

I'm afraid that this chapter might be OOC... ;-; We're not having enough Romania. He'll have a bigger part soon, promise.

Hope you enjoyed!