A/N: Hey guys sorry for the little hiatus. My friend needed to catch up and I had to let them re-read all of it. But, HEY I'M BACK NOW!

Matt sighed as he sat down on the right side of the blue couch. He watched the channels flicker on the television as Gilbert (Prussia) flipped through them. Canada sat between him and Gilbert while Klaus sat on the other side of Gilbert. Oliver and François went out to buy stuff for lunch earlier and put Matt in charge. Matt glanced at his friends (+ boyfriend) on the couch. Gilbert had a white 'I'm Awesome' t-shirt and blue jeans on. He had a pair of sunglasses on the top of his head; Klaus had his regular grey air breaker on with a black shirt and white pants. He also had sunglasses on; Canada wore red shirt and regular jeans. (He ditched his jacket for once), and Matt wore his regular plaid flannel with a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

Matt rested his arm on the armrest as Prussia looked on his phone for the time before resuming. Matt raised a brow before deciding to go ahead and ask. "Prussia…What the heck are you doing?" Gilbert let out his signature laugh before he checked his phone. "OH KLAUS IT'S TIME!" Matt watched as Klaus and Gilbert cheered as the channel switched to cartoon network. Matt watched as the intro to a show came on. "We are the crystal gems! We'll always save the day!" Gilbert singed along to the theme song as Klaus seemed to laugh. Matt swears sometimes. He does…

Matt looked up as the episodes name came on. "Hey isn't Bismuth a gem?" Gilbert and Klaus shushed him. "This is a special episode. Shush!" Matt raised his hands in a mock surrender. He glanced at his boyfriend for an explanation. Canada gave him a smile and shrugged. "You should just watch it. Steven Universe is a really good show, even though you don't understand most of what will happen I will fill you in." Matt nodded and turned back to the show.

Not even half way through the show Matt (which was actually interesting) heard someone speed walk down the stairs. He watched as Andres ran into the living room and slipped on the rug. Gilbert paused the cartoon and stared at the Spaniard angrily. "What are you doing! Don't you see the awesome me and my awesome boyfriend are trying to watch the world's awsomes- What's that?" Gilbert pointed to the phone that Andres was holding up. "Guys Kuro has been watching this weird hentai shiz called Boku no Pico! I went to go see what he was up to and I saw that so I took his phone and he is hunting me down!" Andres said quickly as he jumped behind the couch. Spain came down the stairs with Romano close in tow. Spain looked at the men before shrugging. "Kuro said he needed to investigate my room so I said yes. He looked furious amigos so I don't think I wanted to be up there anymore." Spain sat down on the hard wood floor as Romano sat next to him.

Romano hummed before 'looking' around. "Has Luciano and Lutz come back yet?" Matt shook his head. Earlier Al came up as he was talking to Oliver and François. Oliver said that he wanted his little Allen back. Luciano and Lutz agreed to go and scope the town for any sign of the American. Matt shook his head no. Matt almost mentally kicked himself as he remembered the Italians lack of eyesight. "No they haven't come ba-" Matt was cut off as a chair came tumbling down the stairs and a very angry Japanese man in a black tank top and jeans came into view.

Kuro glared at them before smirking. "Oh Andres were oh were could you be? ~" Matt cringed at the sickly sweet voice Kuro was using. Romano had clung to Spain as if his life depended on it (which it probably did) Matt glanced behind the couch to see the Spanish man prying on his knees. He held the phone in his hands as he shook in fear. Gilbert and Klaus didn't look the least bit happy. The two Prussians shared a knowing glance before reaching up and flicked their sunglasses over their eyes. Gilbert whistled to gain the obviously fuming Japanese man attention. When he succeeded him and Klaus both pointed behind the couch. Matt, Spain and Canada looked at the two in shock as Kuro made his way around the couch. The Japanese man saw his target he smiled. "Gotcha!" Kuro jumped at Andres and they started to scuffle.

Matt and Canada were still staring at the Prussians as their expressions didn't flatter. Gilbert picked up the remote and waited. Finally the scuffling stopped and Kuro popped up from behind the couch with phone in hand. He was huffing as he made his way around and plopped down by the couch. A few seconds later a beaten looking Andres followed suit and sat down by his counterpart. Right as Gilbert was about to push play, they all heard the door open and close. Luciano and Lutz walked into the living room and blinked. They shrugged before sitting down on the floor next to Kuro. They knew it was better not to question. Matt looked up as François walked in. Matt stiffened and was about to get up and walk away. "Matt Avril William! What happened to this house?" Oliver came up behind his husband and looked at Matt expectedly. Matt was about to say something till Luciano burst out laughing. "Y-Your name is Avril Lavigne! L-Like t-the singer?! HAhaha" Matt sighed angrily before he looked up at his parents. This is going to be a long explanation…

Timeskip: Night time

Luciano eyes opened. He was lying on the couch. He looked up at the clock on the wall. '3:30 am, no shiz…' Luciano rolled his eyes. He moved to get up but found himself stabilized. He looked down to see Kuro's arm wrapped around him. He sighed and proceeded to gently move the appendage off of him. He slowly slides out from underneath Kuro's arm before placing it on one of the pillows. He blinked before walking down to the kitchen. He glances at the fridge before shaking his head. He started to move about the house. Nothing interested him in the slightest.

He went upstairs and stopped at the first door. He slowly opened it to reveal a bedroom. The walls were littered with band posters and dents. The bed had black sheets and red pillows, all had pentagrams. A small work desk accompanied the bed. Luciano cringed at the sight. 'Yep this is Al's room.' He shook his head at the room before stepping inside. He looked around and made his way to the desk.

He slowly opened each drawer. He knew he shouldn't but he felt he needed to. He felt that maybe something could give them evident clues in finding Al. He scanned every paper he came across. Most were just notes and scribbles. He came across a diary which he read. The pages ended two weeks prior to his owner's disappearance and some were torn out or ripped. He placed it on the ground and turned his attention to the next target. He had gotten to the last drawer. He scoffed as he saw the lock on. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his knife. He looked around before he started to pick the lock. He glared at the lock in concentration. He finally heard a click and the drawer opened slightly. He smiled to himself before he started to rummage through the papers and notebooks inside.

He opened one of the notebooks. It was labeled 'Attack plane Alpha: Finalized.' Luciano scanned through each and every page. Detailed blueprints and attack planes that would put military leaders to shame were littered on every page. Luciano stared at them in horror as he saw them. He knew what these were for. Al was always ambitious and always got what he wanted. He would disappear for days and weeks at a time and no one could find him. He would just appear out of nowhere and say he was 'out'. Luciano remembered Al almost bludgeoned him to death for asking where he always snuck off to. He placed the notebook down before he dug deeper into the drawer. He pulled out a paper and read the contents out loud. "Self-reminder, scan and print every page and document in this drawer. Inform other recruits of information and begin for departure. - Allen Jones Kirkland." Luciano said slowly.

He placed the note on the ground before looking back in the drawer. Files were neatly stacked and placed in alphabetical order. He pulled out the first one and opened it.

America

Real name: Alfred F. Jones

Gender: Male

Affiliations:

England (Arthur Kirkland) and France (Frances Bonnefoy): 'Parents'

Canada (Matthew Williams): Brother

Best friend Boyfriend: Kiku Honda

My Counterpart….

Description: He has short blonde hair with striking ocean blue eyes. He is well built and has incredible strength. (Approach with caution)

He is an energetic and fun-loving man. He is usually hanging out with his best friend boyfriend, Japan (Kiku Honda) and many others. He is usually surrounded by others. If you see him, make sure to get him isolated before the strike.

Plan: My plans are to capture his brother Canada (read Canada, Matthew Williams file) and lure him over to our world. Afterwards I kill him and his brother and then we start to pick the 1p's off one by one. Make sure America's death is painful. He needs to pay the most out of them all. This mission shall be carried out by me (Allen Jones Kirkland) to ensure it is done properly.

OK new plan. It seems he gotten a new boyfriend. Now him and Japan (Kiku Honda) need to pay. I shall pick off Japan's family one by one until they are all gone. I will move on to Alfred's next. Then I will kill them both.

KILL AT ALL COST

End of notes…

Luciano gazed at the other files. These were information on their 1p's. Some of them were written in recently. Al's been back here. He placed them back in before he grabbed the notebook to put it back. He saw a note sticking out of the bottom. He pulled it out before he placed the book back into the drawer. He closed it so it was open ajar. He opened the note and stared at it. He stood up and stated to walk.

'Diary entry 136: I have made a new discovery! I was playing with Oliver's spell book and saw a spell I had to try. I went down stairs into the basement and saw something amazing! Well two things. I saw something covered in a red cloth and decided to see what it was. I pulled back the tarp and saw a HUGE mirror. It had a black surface and a silver rim around it. It was beautiful. Of course me being me I was going to smash it. But then the spell book started to glow and the mirror showed me the most beautiful thing in the world.

A man was lying on a bed in a room on the other side. He glanced towards the mirror and stared at me in shock. I smiled and waved at him before placing my hand on the glass. I fell through. I wasn't hurt but the man looked as if he saw a ghost. I chuckled and started to introduce myself to the beauty. Apparently his name was Alfred F. Jones. He is the America in his world. He showed me pics of his friends and they look just like the countries in my world. I started to talk to him and I felt like he understood me. I told him about my world and he was fascinated. We talked for a while until we heard someone coming. He ushered me to the mirror. I told him that I was going to come back tomorrow. He nodded before pushing me through. I placed the cloth over the mirror. By god he was the cutest thing on this planet. I am going to see him again. One day he will be mine, and me his.'

Luciano blinked. So this 'Alfred' guy must have been who he was sneaking of to see. He couldn't really blame him though. He could understand falling for… well yourself. Luciano shook his head before looking up. He gasped in surprise as he was standing in doorway of the basement. He refolded the note before walking down the steps, his eyes full of curiosity. He got to the bottom of the stairs before he looked around. He paused as he saw a red cloth. He walked over to the clothed object and stared at it. He had so many mixed feelings about this. 'Maybe I could- NO LUCI BAD DON'T! You'll be just like Al. Eww be just like Al.' He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought. He shrugged. One peak wouldn't hurt. Would it?

He gripped the Red cloth and pulled it off of the mirror. Dust floated up and scattered in the air. Luciano coughed and waved his hands, trying to get the dust away from him. He cracked open his eye to see a giant mirror. He had to admit it was pretty. A small scrap of paper caught his attention. He reached over and removed it from its place between the rim and the surface of the mirror. He unfolded it and saw a spell was written on it in pretty cursive.. He looked down at it and guessed it must be Oliver's handwriting. It must have been torn out of Oliver's spell book.

Every part of this had disaster written on it. He pushed the feeling aside and looked up at the mirror. He took a deep breath. "Murat ya Murat kabira. Turianni alnnisf alakhar min li. tabayan li nafsi!" The mirror's black surface glowed. The dark basement became illuminated in a bright, white light. Luciano lifted his arms and covered his eyes at the brightness. His thoughts swarmed. He knew this was a bad idea; he should have never touched it. His head started to hurt as if he had a migraine. He closed his eyes tighter as he heard a sound as if something was turning off. The light dulled into a soft glow. Luciano slowly lowered his arm before looking at the mirror. He was unsure about this whole situation. He inched his way closer to the mirror before he was in front of it.

He looked through and saw his counter-part, Feliciano Vargas. The North Italy from the 1p world. He smiled at the small man's sleeping form. He was snuggled in the blankets of his bed. Luciano already knew his counter-parts face like the back of his own hand. Even if the first time he saw him was the portal-earthquake incident, he knew he fell in love with that face. He didn't attack him like the others tried to. Luciano closed his eyes in thought.

He remembered. Italy was on the ground, crying and trying to scurry away. Germany was too busy fighting with Lutz to go to his aid. Luciano raced forward and pinned the small Italian to the ground. Luciano had his knife raised in the air, ready to bring it down on his counter-parts throat. He remembered looking in his deep brown eyes and saw fear. Fear that matched his own in every way, shape, and form shined back at him in those deep brown pools. He saw the face of someone who didn't want to fight. Someone who wanted peace. Someone who didn't know what the hell was going on. He let his arms drop to his side as he gazed at Feliciano. He walked over to him slowly and leaned down. "Listen kid, if you run through the rose thicket, no one will follow you. Understood?" Italy nodded. Luciano smiled. "Now kick me. Kick me in the gut so people think we were fighting." He saw fear and reluctance brim Italy's brown eyes before nod. He felt pain in his gut and he gave a small smile. He fell on his back holding himself as he saw Feliciano run to the rose thicket. Unknown to any one Luciano was star struck. He was head over heels for his counter-part.

Luciano opened his eyes as he heard the Italian stir. He looked at him and saw he was tossing and turning. Luciano sighed and his gaze softens. He reached a hand out to touch him but stopped abruptly as someone's arm wrapped around Italy and pulled him closer. He stares in disbelief as the mirror zooms out to focus on the apparently two people in bed.

Luciano stared at the mirror. His curl looked as I it was shocked by electricity. He stared at the mirror before he felt anger rise in him. He went to grab his knife and walked through the mirror. He saw both men stir as he set foot in the room. He paused before he set fourth again. He stood at the right side of the bed. He glared down at his sleeping counter-part. His glare intensified as he brought his knife up over the sleeping Italians throat. Like he did so many years ago. Luciano took a deep breath and was about to bring down the knife.

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He couldn't. His body wouldn't move. He felt like his body was made of stone. He stared at the Italian. His anger slowly melting into sadness. He stared at his counter-part before he put his knife away. He shook his head and felt his eyes fill with tears. His vision started to blur as he started his way back to the mirror. His breath started to get heavy with soft sobs. Once he stepped through the mirror he placed the paper back and threw the cloth back on top of it. The light faded away for good.

He let out a soft sob as he looked at the clothed object in sadness and dismay. "Are you satisfied yet?" Luciano gasped and turned around in surprised. In the door way was none other the last person he wanted to see, Kuro. He tried to respond but the only thing to come out of his mouth was a choked sob. He sank to the floor and started to cry his little broken heart out. Kuro gazed at him, feeling a hint of regret before making his way towards him.

Kuro kneeled down next to the sobbing Italian. He reached a hand towards him slowly but, quickly retracted it. He didn't know what to do. He thought for the next best thing to do. He sighed before he pulled Luciano into a hug. Luciano stopped his crying for a few seconds. His eyes widened at the contact. He let his tears start flowing again as he buried his head into the Japanese man's shoulder.

Kuro shushed him gently and started to rub his back. After a few minutes Luciano's sobs died down slowly. Kuro looked at him with sadness before letting go of the Italian. "I know what you're going through." To Kuro's surprise, Luciano scoffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah sure pretty boy. Of course you do." Luciano said in a voice full of sarcasm. Kuro glared at him. "Yeah for a fact I do!" Luciano glared at him. "I know what it's like to look at your counter-part and see them. Their everything you're not and more! I know! Don't think I don't" Kuro said angrily. Luciano's glare softened just a bit before he scoffed.

He stood up and so did Kuro. Luciano turned to him. "You might know what it's like but, you never know how I feel you-" Kuro stared at Luciano bored. He knew what he was doing. He was trying to prove his feelings for this 1p are stronger than his and his pain was stronger then his. He also was trying to explain how Italy was better than Japan in every way.

Kuro rolled his eyes. It hasn't been a minute but he knew Luciano wouldn't stop talking. Kuro sighed and walked over to the Italian slowly. "-So don't think your superior to me! Cause' Italy is better than every country in the world and we-Emph!" Luciano's eyes widened as Kuro grabbed his chin and slammed his lips onto his. He tried to push him away but his arms stayed to his side. Luciano reluctantly slowly closed his eyes and kissed back. He felt arms snake their way onto his waist, and his wrapped around Kuro's neck in turn. Kuro gave a small chuckle before he separated.

Luciano glared at him before pulling him back down for another kiss. Kuro let out another chuckle before his lips locked with the Italians. After they pulled away again he sent Luciano a smirk. Luciano scoffed and started to unravel his arms. He stopped as he felt Kuro lift him up and start to carry him.

Luciano sighed but allowed himself to be carried. He started to close his eyes as sleep started to dawn upon him. He squeaked as he felt Kuro kiss his neck. Kuro chuckled and kissed it again. He felt Luciano shift in his arms. He smirked before setting the Italian on the couch. He stepped over Lutz and lied down on the couch as well.

He felt Luciano snuggle slightly into his side. Kuro smiled at the child like behavior and pulled the Italian to his chest. He felt the Italian sigh angrily before he made himself comfortable. Kuro watched as Luciano slowly drifted off to sleep beside him. Kuro felt his own body cry out for sleep. He wrapped his arm around Luciano before drifting off again.

Unknown to Luciano, Kuro saw everything. The notebooks, blueprints, notes, and info on their counter-parts. He decided not to question him now and to wait for tomorrow.

A/N: Hey look at this thing I have made! Idk what I even did, I sent it to me retar- friends and they edited it like this. They thought this would be a good thing to do so….meh. I was kinda going to head that route. Also I have a question. If I make a PMV that shows spoilers in the story, would you mind/watch it? I have an idea but I kinda want to finish this. I will see so idk. Just asking… So Follow this, watch it, and if you already did then your ahead! Bye~

-Krystal.