A horrible feeling

France was beginning to regret his actions. If it wasn't for America and his stash of guns, and Canada's support and strength he would have probably have gone mad himself. Dark England was impossible to control, and it took threats from the North American twins to keep him in check. However, instead of feeling frightened when he was threatened, Dark England treated them like compliments or tokens of endearment.

"Francey love, does you're England really wear things like this? " Dark England asked parading around in England's skinny jeans and leather jacket.

"Mon dieu, where did you find zat?" Asked France who knew England shed his sweater vests and suits when he thought the other nations where not around

"In the bottom of his wardrobe. Do you think it makes my ass look cute? (France couldn't help but look) Of course it does! (Dark England entwined himself around France) I can tell from the look in your eyes that you want to f-" Dark England began in a purr

"Let go of our papa and make yourself useful!" Interrupted Canada giving Dark England a non to gentle hit on the head with his hockey stick

"Aaaw Canada don't get jealous!" Dark England smiled as he pulled himself away from France

"Don't worry I won't." Canada muttered

Dark England finally decided to take things seriously when France reminded him where this worlds England could be. France had no idea why this made Dark England snap to attention, but he wasn't one to waste a resource when it was given to him. Still he couldn't help but wonder if Dark England was afraid of his England. Dark England had mentioned something about England being a monster. Of course France wasn't going to fall for that. It was just to cause distrust between England and the rest of his family right?

France noticed that Dark England stood glaring at the mirror in front of him on the mantle piece. He began to speak the words of the spell, and everyone stood in silence as they watched him. When he had finished nothing had changed and there seemed to be no indication of a spell being cast.

"Is that it? Not very impressive is it?" America scorned

Dark England was silent for a moment and stared at the mirror. He then stared at his hand, and then the mirror and again between the two. Then, making everyone else in the room jump, he stamped his foot. A dark insane look filled his facial features and France swore that his eyes seemed to gleam a pinkish hue, but he couldn't be sure, because when he looked more carefully into his eyes they still seemed to be blue.

"I HATE him! He's sooo mean! He cheats at all our little games! He should play fair! Aaaw my poor Francey isn't going to like this!" Screamed Dark England while throwing a tantrum

"Why? What ez wrong?" Asked France

"He has blocked my ability to use magic, probably by using the amulet. Oh the horrors that that monster could be doing to my poor family! What is France going to do without his England by his side!?" wailed Dark England

France thought he was being a tad bit over dramatic. When he was putting on theatricals, mostly for England's benefit, he was sure he didn't flounce around and drape himself in a depressed fashion over the arm of the armchair that he was sitting in, like Dark England was doing now. Everyone else in the room, a part from Dark England, would most likely disagree with that, but the irony of the situation was lost on France.

"Does that mean you can't use magic?" Canada asked a little nervously

Dark England bolted up right in the arm chair like nothing was wrong. He sat in silence as he contemplated Canada and his question. The room was filled with an awkward silence while he did so which made America fidget because of his dislike of any kind of silence. Dark England's blue eyes finally left Canada and locked on to France. Then a sly smile filled his facial features. Dark England looked at France as if holding him in a new light. He let out an insane giggle.

"Ooooh so that was what you where planning? Tricky Francey! Yepper's I can't use magic. My little laddies can't either, which I'm sure is quite upsetting for Canada because that would mean no more night time visits from my Canada." Dark England said energetically

America started to laugh at what Dark England had said. Canada threw him a dirty look, but after thousands of years of being next to each other, he would have to do worse to shut America up. France could sense a battle between the brothers brewing so stepped between the two.

"Tell zem ze spell." France commanded

Dark England glared at France, but sighed and shrugged. He beckoned the North American brothers towards him and started to instruct them on how to cast the spell. France was very surprised at how patient Dark England was with his students. Just like France's England, Dark England was very good with children. When he wasn't in the kitchen of course, but then again that could be said about both England's.

Canada and America where learning the spell surprisingly fast. America was slightly better than Canada at spell casting, but Canada was determined to do his best. After what felt like hours the mirror finally started to glow. Dark England beamed as he rushed through the mirror with the others running through to keep up.

There was a blinding flash of light and France, the North American brothers, and Dark England stood in the gloomy dark wood furnished living room. France heard a movement behind him and saw Dark Canada leap upon his poor unsuspecting Canada. Dark America and America where snarling at each other. But it wasn't them that caught his attention. It was Dark France, who glided suavely with a grim smile on his face towards him. He paused just in front of him and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag and blew the smoke into the air above their heads. He didn't seem to notice, or care, that Dark England was hugging him around the waist.

"Bonjour, we meet again." Dark France said

France glanced at the brothers. America was in a fierce battle with his dark self and Canada was in a forced kiss with his dark self. Dark France followed his gaze, and rolled his eyes.

"Boys, zat ez enough! We 'ave to all get along if we are to over throw 'im." Warned Dark France

France and his boys all paused to look at Dark France questioningly. Dark America sat back to glare at America, and Dark Canada settled on holding Canada in his arms. Canada wasn't too pleased about being forced into being held against the other him's chest, but found his heart beat oddly soothing. Therefore he didn't pull away.

"By "im do you mean mon Angleterre?" France asked worriedly

"Oui. You see mon cher, he and I were playing a game of chess. Ee as me in check right now. " Dark France begun

"You mean checkmate, don't you?" grumbled Dark America

"Non I do not! We 'ave one last move that could topple 'im." Snarled Dark France

France was confused. Was this still about the stolen amulet? He looked towards Dark England, expecting the insane little nation to say something. Dark England gave Dark France a sad understanding look without so much as a glance at France. France sighed in frustration at the lack of communication, and wondered why England had caused the Dark versions to be so shaken.

"Where iz ee? What 'ave you done with 'im? " asked France boldly trying to be commanding but failing as his voice shook a little under Dark Frances gaze

"Us? We 'ave done nozing! We did not start zis! We did not even want to be in contact with your verse! Mon ami, ee stole out amulet and forced into servitude!" Snapped Dark France

France was stunned. He didn't know what to say. France wanted to deny it, but a small part of him knew that what Dark France had said slightly rang with the truth. A horrible feeling flooded the pit of his stomach making him suddenly feel chilled. He could hear the twins behind him move by the rustle of their clothing but the real world and the mirror world seemed very far away. It suddenly dawned on France.

"Ee iz back." France muttered in a mixture of fear and awe