Two days later

Japan was walking through the hallways of the hospital. China, America, Italy, Germany, and Russia were walking alongside him. China and Russia were carrying an assortment of food and drinks for a certain Korean they were going to visit. The group walked down the hallway in silence.

The past two days have been filled with worry. China was quiet and sticking close to Russia the whole time. He had called the other Asian countries about the situation. Like wild fire, soon every country knew or heard about the tragedy. Sad looks and pity were given to the Asians.

Japan snapped out of his thoughts as they finally they reached the room. Japan opened the door to be met with an interesting sight. had his head under his pillow while his twin, was holding an odd looking mirror and…talking to it? Japan felt everyone stop behind him as he just stood in the door way.

China gave an irritated sigh and pushed past Japan. "Move Aru! I want to see my…SON WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" China said as he speed walked over to . The said Korean just looked up and raised a brow. Everyone else walked in as removed the pillow from his head. "He has been going at it all morning! Please make him stop talking to that damn mirror!" begged from under the pillow. China turned to look at the other Korean.

China gave a little scoff before setting his load down in one of the chairs in the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He turned to 's bed and took the board from the side. He started to read through the papers while was giggling. 'Nope… He has no concussion. Well then…' China thought as he put it back and looked back at the Korean. He cleared his throat and forced a smile on his face. "Im Yong, dear why are you talking to a… mirror?" Im Yong looked down at the mirror in his grasp. His expression didn't flatter as he looked back up at the Chinese man. "So he won't get lonely." Im Yong said in an innocent voice.

Everyone except for China glanced at each other. Russia looked at China expectedly. China glanced at the Russian before looking back at the Korean. He took a deep breath and asked as calmly as he could. "Who might 'he' be, Im Yong?" Im Yong blinked before a smile graced his lips. "His name it, Tai! I met him a few days ago and now we are friends, da-ze!" China's shoulders stiffened at the answer.

removed the pillow and shook his head. "I have been telling him for the past two days there is no one in that mirror. I even tried to take it away from him. He threatened to beat me up if I took 'Tai' away from him. He says that 'Tai' needs him because he is in danger. He must have hit his head when we got attacked." China's eyebrows frowned as he continues to look at the mirror Im Yong was holding. Im Yong smiled at the mirror before he turned the mirror around so that the black glass is facing everyone in the room.

His smile grows wider. "Tai, these are my friends! Meet America, Japan, Italy, Germany, and Russia-" He pointed to each one as he said their name. He then turned the mirror to China. "-and this is China. He is like my dad. He is really nice once you get to know him!" China just gave a surprised stare as he saw his son's behavior. His expression quickly turned to one of anger.

Oblivious Im Yong turned the mirror back to him and smiled warmly at it. He then proceeded to hug the object as he giggled. Im Yong stopped as he saw China's angered expression. He blinked as he saw his face and gave him a confused expression. "What you don't like Tai?" China's glared at his son. "What do you mean WHAT?! You're the one talking to a god damn mirror, Aru!" China gave a huff before he reached out his hand.

Im Yong looked at it for a second before his confused look turned to one of pure horror. He held the mirror close to his chest. He shook his head no as he tried to scoot backwards, away from his father. China's glare just intensified. "Give me the mirror Im Yong Soo. If you don't give it to me in ten seconds I have no choice but to take it from you." Everyone stared at the duo as they saw the scene unravel. China opened his mouth to speak.

"Ten"

Im Yong shook his head no as he kept trying to scoot back.

"Nine"

Im Yong looked over at Japan, America, Italy, and Germany for help. None of them made eye contact with him. They stared at the floor.

"Eight"

Im Yong turned to Russia. He shook his head as the Russian glare and turned away from him.

"Seven"

Im Yong felt tears prick in his eyes. He didn't want to lose Tai. 'Why were they doing this to me?'

"Six"

He turned to his brother with a pleading look. His brother scoffed as he saw his brother teary eyed. He started to turn around. 'No DON'T, Not you too!' His brother turned fully around.

"Five"

Reality hit Im Yong. They didn't believe him. They thought he was crazy for talking to a mirror. He had to show them Tai was real.

"Four"

Im Yong looked up at China. "No wait stop! He is real he can help u-"

"Three"

"Please he knows who the murders are! He is on our si-"

"Two"

In one last attempt he pressed the mirror to his chest and whispered. "Please Tai show yourself. Make them believe!"

"One"

Im Yong scooted back as China stepped closer to him. He held the mirror to his chest. China glared at him before launching forward to grab the object. He kicked his father back before curling into a ball on his bed. China looked at his son in disbelief. He just kicked him. Over a stupid mirror! China looked over at Russia. The Russian nodded and stepped forward. America stepped forward as well. The poor Korean just stared at the three men.

After a few minutes of fighting Russia and America pinned the poor Korean to his bed. Im Yong screamed loudly as China took the mirror away from him. One of the nurses knocked on the door. Germany dismissed her, telling her that he is just upset. China was inspecting the mirror closely. Im Yong looked at China, tears streaming down his face. "Please give Tai back. Plea-" China looked back at him. "There is no Tai, Aru. There was never a Tai. This mirror is a bad influence on you. It can't even be used with the stupid black glass it has. I don't know who gave this to you but, your insane gibberish ends now." China looked at the mirror. He shook his head before he raised the mirror up with one hand.

Im Yong looked at the Chinese man in horror. "Yao! Please don't do this to me! Don't kill him!" China looked at him for a second before bringing the mirror down a bit. Im Yong stared at him in relief. His relief turned to fear as China raised his free hand and turned it into a fist. "This ends now…" China muttered as his fist went forward. Im Yong screamed and closed his eyes.

"WAIT! Stop please!"

Everyone paused at the unknown voice. China's fist paused just a few inches from the surface of the mirror. He had a look of horror as he stared at the black surface of the mirror. Everyone looked at China in shock and confusion. The mirror… spoke!?

Im Yong felt the America's and Russia's grips loosen as they stared at the mirror in shock. Im Yong retched his arms and legs free as he sprang forward and grabbed his precious mirror. China stayed in the same position. Once his mind registered what happened he looked at Im Yong. "He's. He is-" Im Yong sent China a nasty glare as he cradled the mirror. "Real? Yes he is real." He turned the mirror around so everyone could see.

Tai looked at everyone. A few bloody tears fell down his cheek as he gazed at them. He raised a hand and waved. Everyone awkwardly waved back and continue to stare. Tai knocked on the glass of the mirror. Im Yong turned the mirror round and looked at him with a smile. "What is it Tai?" He whispered something and everyone saw Im Yong's eyes widened. He nodded and turned the mirror towards the others. Tai looked at them before he sighed.

Everyone gave him an expected look as they waited. Tai closed his eyes. "Hello, my name is Tai. I am a… 2p. I'm Hong Kong's 2p actually." Everyone shared a glance before looking back at him. "I know bad stuff has been happening in your world and… I want to help." Russia looked at Tai for a moment before he asked. "How can you help us?" Tai looked at him and the slightest of smiles graced across his lips.

"I know who is hurting your friends"

Timeskip: Still in 1p world

Al threw his knife into the ground. He looked up at the sky. He looked up at the three me in front of him. He looked at the smallest and youngest of the group. "2p Latvia! Why don't you make yourself useful and make a fire?" The man besides 2p Latvia giggled. 2p Latvia punched the man and scoffed. "Shut up Roland! (2p Austria) My name is Raimonds. Why can't you do it? Your arms aren't broken." Latvia stiffened as Al got up and made his way towards him. Roland moved away from the smaller nation as Al approached him. Al looked the boy dead it the face before a smile found its way on his lips. "Well… My arms aren't broken. But, if you don't make a fire then yours will be." He touched the boy's cheek before he backed away. Raimonds looked at him before he stood up and went over to the pile of wood him and Roland gathered earlier.

Roland looked up at Al as he made his way towards him. He gulped as Al came to his height. He smiled and patted his head, ruffling the long curl in his hair. "You can go and sharpen our weapons!" Al said cheerfully. Roland nodded and went over and grabbed their knives and swords from their piles. He stared to load their guns with ammo.

Al turned to the last one of the three. He sat down and laughed softly. He patted his lap as the man went over and sat on him. Al smiled and looked at Roland and Raimonds. He closed his eyes and looked up at the night sky. He closed his eyes and sighed. "You know Flavio. This is one of the best plans we have ever had!" He smiled at the Italian in his lap. The Italian looked at the ground before murmuring an agreement. Al looked at him before pulling out piece of paper. He had every 1p country on it. Some names were crossed out and others were underlined. He smiled and circled one before showing the paper to Flavio. "Today we go after Italy. He is always with that German though so we h-"

"Maybe we could take a rest from all the killing for tonight, Al?"

Al looked at Flavio like he grew an extra head. He glares at the Italian before pushing him of off his lap. "Stop! Why the hell should we stop?! They have to suffer for what they had done!" Al growled as Flavio shook his head at the statement. "No! No they don't you just want to get revenge because he broke your he-" Al slapped Flavio face as he glared down at the smaller man.

Al kicked the Italian in the side and looked down at him. Flavio looked up at him with disgust. "I wanted revenge on Klaus for breaking my heart! Not kill other that doesn't know what the hell is going on!" Al scoffed at the remark and kicked him again.

"They destroyed our WORLD!"

Kick

"Who do you think you're going to run to now?!"

Kick

"I am the only one with the damn magic spell book!"

Kick. Kick.

"You fool! You're just like Tai!"

Roland and Raimonds just looked at the poor Italian as he tried to crawl away. They shared one glance at each other before staring on emotionless. Flavio grabbed Al's foot and pulled on it causing him to fall and hit his head on the ground. Flavio got up and ran. Al got up and saw Roland try to run after him. He grabbed the Austrians wrist and pulled him back. "Don't even try. He is going to die anyway. Wither it is by the hands of the 1p's or by starvation." He turned towards the weapons and grabbed a knife. He smiled and turned to the other two countries. "Boys we got some work to do tonight." He smiled insanely at his bowie knife on the ground.

Timeskip to 1p meeting

Countries of all types and shapes were talking widely. None knew what was going on or why they were here. America and the crew were huddled in the corner of the room. They issued an emergency world meeting. When England and France asked why, they said that they would explain soon. was sitting next to Taiwan. She glanced at him and smiled. She tried to talk to him but he seemed unfocused. He only murmured answers or didn't speak at all. She finally gave up.

America decided that it was time to tell the 'world' why they were here. He moved and went to stand in the front of the room. All eyes turned to him. Anger, annoyance, worry, sadness, happiness, all these emotions were scattered in the eyes of the countries. He cleared his throat and motioned for the rest of his crew to come up. "We think that me and my crew might have a lead in the kidnappings of our friends! We have someone with inside knowledge on this. Ladies and Gentlemen I want you to meet, Tai" America said as he stepped aside. Im Yong walked up and held the mirrors black glass towards the awaiting crowd.

Countries looked at each other as they waited for what they meant. England had a look of pure horror on his face but, nobody seemed to notice. France had a nasty glare on his face. Im Yong blinked and turned the mirror towards him. He started to whisper to it. The countries gave him weird looks as he did this. Finally a smile came onto the Korean's face as he turned the mirror around. Gasps and a scream filled the room. Everyone turned to the source of the scream. It was England. The British man stammered for words before he fell face first onto the table.

France turned towards his companion and pulled him back onto his chair. He glared at America. "What is the meaning of this? What is that…'thing'?" Im Yong glared at the French man. "Tai is not a thing! Tai is a he. Also this he is going to help us so listen!" France sat up straight and stayed quiet. Im Yong looked at Tai softly. Tai nodded and looked at the countries. "Hello my name is Tai. I am 2p Hong Kong and I'm on your side. I know who has been hurting your people. It is 2p America, 2p Romano, 2p Austria, and 2p Latvia. They have been doing this to get revenge on you guys for what you did years ago. All of us felt anger but some of us let it go." Countries looked at each other before turning their attention back to him. "I was supposed to be one of them. A few years ago I couldn't imagine anything more than the sweet taste of revenge. But, I realized that y'all didn't know what you were doing nor did you know the consequences it would cause. I let my anger leave and with that it was replaced with sorrow and regret. I tried to tell them to stop! You didn't deserve it, but they wouldn't listen. They called me a traitor and said I was going to do it wither I wanted to or not." Tai looked up to see faces flashing him pitied looks.

Tai let a tear slip past his eye as he closed them. He took a few shaky breaths as he continued. "I-I went and found people like me. People who didn't want to fight, they had let their anger go and wanted peace. Luciano, Kuro, Matt, and I were the leaders of this movement. We wanted peace and for everything to go back to normal. One day they sent me to go and spy on them so I did. I was caught and Al-" Tai let out a sob as he continued. "Al got the mirror and Oliver's spell book and sent me in here. He locked me away and put me next to a window. I would see the moon and sun rise and see the freedom I could never reach. Everyone thought I was dead. Matt, Luciano, Kuro, even my best friend Egil! No one came looking ever. I was trapped. Then one day I remembered the spells Egil taught me, after countless tried I got one right. I went into Im Yong's dream scape. I tried to warn him but then Al appeared. I did the next best thing and gave him my mirror, so I could tell him. Tell you what is happening. I want this to end now." Tai finished his speech and hugged himself. Mummers were heard from around the room.

Countries looked at each other with eyes full of emotion. France was sitting down emotionless as he stared at England. England woke back up half way through the speech and looked at the mirror with an unreadable expression. Im Yong brought the mirror to his chest and nuzzled it softly. England looked at the two. He decided it's now or never. He walked over to the Korean and stood in front of him. He looked at Tai through the mirror. He smiled at him. "Once this ordeal is over and done with, I will try and find a spell to free you." Tai's eyes lit up as he smiled widely. Im Yong smiled to as he hugged the mirror.

England looked back at France. He knew that this 'ordeal' wasn't going to be easy to deal with. With those 2p's out there and ready to kill all of them. They needed to be ready for them. As if knowing his thoughts France walked over to America and whispered something in his ear, Nodding America pumped his fist in the air and gave his signature smile. "Hey everyone let's go to my place and have a sleepover." He saw some countries looked at him weird. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "It would be for the best seeing that there are MURDERERS on the loose. Not to mention that we don't know WHO they are coming after next." All the countries hastily nodded to America's offer. America smiled and started to usher them out the door. England went over to France. He hadn't moved since Im Yong told him to shut up. England rubbed France's back gently before leading him to the door.

Outside Al scoffed and banged his fist on the wall. He glared as the Brit switched the lights of and closed the door. He turned to his two companions. Roland and Raimonds just stood there as they saw Al pace around. Roland shrugged and gave a weak smile. "Boss why can't we just go in, shoot all of them and be done!" Al turned sharply towards him and an animal like growl tour out of the American's throat. Raimonds glanced at Roland. "We can't do that because they are countries. WE are countries, yes we can get hurt by that but it takes more than a bullet to bring down big and strong countries like Germany and America. Also with almost every country at America's house we would be killed before we even kill two of them." Roland let out an 'Ohh' before looking down at his gun. He looked up at Al. "Soo what are we supposed to do now Al?" Al shrugged and sighed. He looked at his reflection on his knife before looking at his servants. "I guess we have to wait for now." Al looked threw the bushes to see cars driving of single file as they followed his 1p. He snarled and bared his teeth.

'He wasn't going to get away that easy…'

To Flavio third person P.O.V

Flavio had stopped his running. He knew his so called 'friends' wouldn't come after him anyway. He also knew there was no use in running. If Al wanted him dead then he was going to die. Flavio's normally clean clothes were stained with dirt and mud. He had slipped and got grass stains on himself to. He sighed as he took his torn jacket of. He lay down on top of in and started to cry. He didn't even want his revenge any more. He wanted to go home.

He wanted to walk into his house and see Andres, he wanted to see Luciano and immediately get yelled at by him for trying to get him to wear something fashionable, He wanted to curl up next to Klaus and whisper sweet things to him, he wished that all those times Klaus would love him back. He let a wail out as he started to think about what he had done. Maybe he should have let Klaus go, maybe he should have told his brother what Al and the others were planning, maybe just maybe… He should have gone with Andres when he went to redeem himself.

Flavio looked up at the night sky. The stars flickered and flashed above his head. The moon was full and illuminated the forest with a bright glow. Flavio sighed as he looked up teary eyed. The sky was clear as ever. The night sky seemed to be staring down at him as hand started to snake down his side. He felt the weight of his sins crushing him where he sat.

Flavio started to wish he was dead. He remembered all those times he had made Klaus cry. He forced him to do things with him. Things he should have never done. He remembered that he got Andres on it to. He threatened to kill the poor Spaniard if he didn't. He started to remember how much Klaus begged to be left alone but they didn't stop. He didn't stop.

Flavio just wanted the Prussian to love him. When he saw him with that damn woman he snapped. He killed her. Her kid came in and he panicked and killed him too. He didn't want to but he did. Flavio let out a choked sob as his hand finally reached into his holster and pulled out his gun. He wanted to stop these memories in his head. He felt sick to his stomach as he saw his memories flashed before his eyes.

Click

He turned to see his hand click the gun out of safety mode. He didn't even register when it was pointed at him. He let himself smile as he closed his eyes and sighed. He deserved this, he knew he did. He felt his finger wrap around the trigger as he let out a sob. "Please let this be over…" He was about to pull the trigger.

Bang!