Arthur Kirkland glared at his phone wishing that it was just the device that was causing the issue, when in actuality, it was his irresponsible 2p. He had not heard from him in over 2 weeks. While sitting at the front desk of the train station waiting for 2ps to check in, he sees Alfred approaching him with 2 hamburgers. When the American reached Arthur, he immediately offered him the second hamburger.

"Heya Arthur! Why are you so stressed out today?" Arthur raised his infamously large eye-brow. He had not said a word to his former charge yet but the American already knew something was up. Arthur smiled at him but with a bit confusion. Wasn't America trying to kill him last week during the American Revolution? Why was he offering him food and asking him how he felt? Arthur shook his head at Alfred, trying not to show him what he truly thought about the current state of events.

"Nothing's wrong today. I should ask back. How are you feeling New England?" Alfred laughed at him.
"Dude! What's wrong with you? The Revolution was sooooo 240 years ago! Are you feeling alright?" Alfred failed to notice Arthur's dismay.
"Oh, um…..I was just teasing is all. You need a ticket right?"Alfred nodded. Arthur began printing out one. While he was doing so the younger nation continued to speak,

"Am I the first one here? I've always wanted to be the first one to arrive at our Allied meetings remember? And then I would see you already there drawing those pictures of the Axis on the board." Arthur knew these were just autofilled memories in Alfred's head to prevent confusion. He had been to such a meeting over 3 years ago, but the conclusion of the meeting had ended yesterday. Arthur was frustrated. Why was he the only one who still remembered the true events? When he handed Alfred the ticket he almost threw it at him. Luckily, Alfred was too busy talking to notice anything amiss. Arthur kept talking to him.

"Do you think it was a good idea to build this train station?' Alfred nodded.

"Absolutely! It forces all of us nations to come together to go places! Also prevents crazy traffic accidents. The human side of the train is really peaceful too. Still, I do think that it's weird that there is nothing on the right side except…." He was cut off to Arthur speaking.

"Alfred...do you see anything over there?" Arthur turned to gesture at the right side of the train station that Alfred was just talking about before turning back to look at Alfred. In the direction he was gesturing to there were 2ps walking to their corresponding trains. In the distance was the very same sign that read 2ps and showed times of departure. Finally, Alfred spoke, and even though Arthur already knew what he was going to say, what came out still shook him.
"That's what I was just getting too. I just thought it's weird. All that's over there is a long mirror."

After Alfred checked in and walked to the side of the train station marked 1ps, Arthur continued staring at his phone. Finally it rung. Without seeing who it was Arthur immediately picked up. When he heard a voice other than Oliver's he was distraught. Nonetheless, he listened to the man. It was Andres.

"Andres. Sorry, I thought you were my 2p. Have you heard from Oliver?"

"I haven't heard from Oliver.But that's not what I called you for. How are the memories of the 1ps holding up? Can they see this side of the station?"

"No, they can't see the 2p side. They also remember everything as if it were in order. I suppose it's for the best. I am waiting on Oliver to bring home those objects I require to attempt time restoration magic. The time period right now doesn't have those plants anymore. Also Andres. If you see Oliver tell him to come to my magic room immediately." Arthur heard a visible sigh on the other end of the line.

"Very well. I will do so should I find him. I should also let you know that Italy's 2p survived a trip in the mirrors. Without a seal." Fortunately for Arthur, no one was around to hear his loud and shocked gasp.

"Then...that...that means….!" Andres cut him off.

"Yes. Don't say it outloud. Just in case, you know? I'll keep tabs on 2p!Italy. His name is Luciano Vargas if you want time to research him individually." Arthur felt giddy with excitement. They finally had a key. A key to a long, complicated, and frankly impossible feeling puzzle they were trying so desperately to solve. Maintaining his composure, Arthur spoke back.

'Thank you Andres. This news, in short, made my day. Take care."

'De nada. Adios." The call was ended. Arthur sighed, looking at his phone, but without the glare he had this morning. There was still hope. It wasn't all lost. Arthur turned to keep typing on his computer, unaware he was being watched.

-London, England. Whitest Church- Warning. May be a bit graphic but nothing too much.

Oliver was happy to see what he had succeeded in doing in the span of a few hours. There were people living in the church backyard in tents. The tents were shaped in a circle, but The people inside were unrecognizable. They were frothing at the mouth and repeating unintelligible words. Oliver approached one tent and peeked inside. There were feces on the floor and it stank of blood. There were lumps of flesh around the tent. Oliver smiled at the family inside.

"Hello humans."The humans snarled at him. Oliver continued speaking. "How are doing with those sacrifices to your god?" Another snarl, but a more tame one. "And do you remember who your god is?" This time a single word.

"You." Oliver smiled that Cheshire Cat smile he donned earlier and stood up. He walked to the next tent and repeated the same set of questions. When he finished all of the rounds he went to the middle. There was a cross, with the same priest who had lead Oliver to this place tied to it. He was not nailed to it, but was tied to it with rope. He was also frothing and murmuring.

"Our true god! Allow me to sacrifice myself to you." Oliver smirked.

"Does that make you my son? Are you the son of god?" The man laughed, without any pain.

"Make me complete, my god!" Oliver nodded.

"As you wish." Oliver had remembered how easy it was to convince these people were his followers. His magic had returned to him shortly after the mass had finished, and it was easy for him to change his form and convince them that he was the person they were looking for. Once he read them a few verses and showed then a few...things they were his faithful followers. Then, the snarls from each of the tents grew in sound. Oliver knew it was ready. Out of the tents came bloodstained men all holding confections of all kinds. There were cupcakes, cakes, rolls, cookies, all of the sweets one could ever desire. The smell of blood began to grow more rampant. The scent began to waft outside the encirclement but was immediately dissipated when it hit a certain distance from the tent, thanks to a magical barrier. Then, the sound of laughing. Oliver was laughing, laughing, and laughing this maniacal and completely insane laugh that would strike fear into the hearts of any sane person,and such sane people were no longer present in that ring. His eyes were swirling pink quickly and violent. If you were to stare into the red of this laughing man, you would be set into a trance. While laughing that maniacal laugh, Oliver uttered one foreboding sentence.

"L E T T H E L A S T S U P P E R B E G I N"

Oliver: A crazed cult in England. An article by New York TImes

The blood of the lawn of the church was still fresh when police arrived the next day. There had been reports of a strong smell of blood. When the detectives arrived, they found a crazed priest eating the flesh of his followers shouting "GOD GOD MAKE ME FULL! I OFFER THIS FLESH TO YOU" The flesh had been baked into sweets, the only evidence remaining was the sugar and baking products all around the area, along with a single uneaten cookie that had flesh baked into it. The public had anticipated this church was a bit off when it had been founded but no one thought it to be a cannibalizing cult. This was because the yard of the church was well hidden and unseen for weeks as they continued luring in followers in order to sacrifice them. Detectives had nothing to go on, as the priest killed himself after ingesting poison from an unknown source. To this day the Whitest cult is a mystery in England.

Luciano finished reading this text from Oliver. He texted back

Luciano: Did you do this?

Oliver:Yes. I got 500 credits from the mirror. I even got a compliment and free boarding for the next 2 weeks. That's one of the highest amounts I've ever received from it

Luciano: Credits?

Oliver: Yes. You gets credits for doing shadow acts. The mirrors told me to incite this,for a handsome amount of credits. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it though. Didn't they speak to you about credits your first day here?

Luciano: No.

Oliver: Well you need to fill a certain amount of credits each year to live.Any extra credits go to making your life better.

Luciano: In other words, it's money?

Oliver: In a way yes. Money that you need to live that is. We can still use normal human money to buy human objects but those products won't last. There's also a competition each year to see who can get the most credits

Luciano: What does that mean if I bought knives with human money? And what is the reward for having the most credits

Oliver: Those knives will probably last long enough for you to use them to get credits for a better one. The reward is something amazing. I would tell you more but I gtg.

Luciano: Are you going somewhere?

Oliver: I have to see my 1p. What are you doing?

Luciano: In a cab to the Vargas Mansion. I was bored, but I wasn't expecting you to text me.

Oliver: I texted that article to everyone. Well it doesn't matter. I'm here now. Goodbye.

Luciano: Bye.

As he turned off the phone Luciano sighed. It seemed that everyone had met their 2p except for him. He was quite impatient and wanted to see what he was worth soon. He stared out the cab at the roads of Italy, comfortable in his disguise. He couldn't wait to see what he had to do for these credits. And for that prize for having the most credits? They were his.