Okay so I promised Canada and Prussia and I am here to deliver, so I hope you enjoy! :D


Matthew woke up groggily in the middle of a spacious hall, tilting his head back to get the kinks out of his neck he spotted a glass ceiling that was shattered in a few place but intact overall.

The blonde shook his head to clear it as he glanced around the place he had ended up in, where was he?

Somewhere off in the next hallway or whatever was the room closest to him now, the Canadian heard the distinct shuffling of cards against a table.

"Would you like to join me?" The voice made Matthew bolt to his feet, which probably wasn't the best idea considering the way his head spun with the sudden movement. There was a familiar yet strangely different accent to the voice that was making Matthew grow more worried as the seconds passed.

"Da."

There was the accent he knew, the blonde wasn't sure how he felt about it being in the same place as the other though, especially considering there was nothing threatening in either of the tones.

The blonde Canadian had no idea why or how he had ended up in the same place as Ivan but he was sure that it had something to do with what was transpiring in the other room. Moving as silently as he could, Matthew crept closer to the archway at the end of the hall, peering into the room that the two Russians were in.

Ivan's brunette twin finished shuffling the cards and passed them out to the other, "So..." the blonde drawled almost lazily as he picked up his given cards and examined them, "How many of the others have you and yours caught already?"

The question, though simple and plain enough, made the spying nation's eyes widen behind his glasses.

Sasha pulled a cards from his hand and laid it on the table with a sort of distant caculation, "Well, as you know, we have the American, the little Italian is trapped in Lutz's maze for the time being, Francis is with Lee and Kira, and Spain is being taken care of by Alonzo and Kaspar," the way he says it causes a shiver to run down the North American's spine, it didn't sound like he was talking about other peoples lives, more like a normal discussion about the weather.

The platinum blonde Russian hummed, seemingly disappointed, "Then there are still quite a few out there who you have yet to get a grip on?"

The brunette's smile slipped the slightest bit, "Da, there are a few who have not made themselves known to us, the German and your little Kalingrad, those to Asians were spotted briefly near Alfred's cell-" Catching his brother's name on the lips of the Russian made Matthew's ears perk up and he listened even closer to what was being said.

"-The idiot Englishman seems to have made himself scarce as well..." The brunette doppleganger drifted off watching his twin move to place his own card on the table. The spying blonde frowned a little disappointed that more information on Alfred's whereabouts weren't said, but then again had he really expected Fate to cooperate and just give him a break?

Focusing back into the game, Matthew's frown deepen and his brow furrowed as he noticed Ivan was halfway to placing his card but making no move to continue.

"What about little Matvey?"

Oh, right... well this could be bad, he thought as he began to slowly back away from the door only to have something grab his arm and begin to drag him away from the door.

He thought about struggling, but he was still getting away from both of the crazed Russians so that had to be some kind of-

"Don't struggle, Sasha already knows your here and has called Latvia to deal with you, we have to get you out of here. Now."


Unlike many of the other countries that had gone through the mirror, Gilbert didn't have the luck of passing out and waking up with no memories of the passage. The feeling of being shattered into millions of little pieces, scattered everywhere then slowly and painfully being put back together before having your ass spit out onto a hard forest floor was not something he would wish upon his worst enemy.

Piercing screams grated against his overly sensitive ear drums as he tried, and failed, repeatedly to get his barings of the place he had been put into. The screams were shockingly familiar once they registered in his mind, though they were ones that he had wished he would never here again after their pirate days were over.

Too bad luck had never had much of a soft spot for him.

"'Tonio?" He mumbled, finally managing to get to his feet, he was still rather shaky though and his muscles seemed to be screaming at him to just sit down and stay down.

Rubbing his eyes to brush away the multicolored bloches that blocked his sight, he looked around and realized that his now sore ass had indeed landed on a painfully hard dirt forest floor, if the over grown foliage surrounding him was anything to go by. The albino listened closely to see if he could still hear his friend's scream, he really wished that he had just imagined them in that moment of pain from one world to the next.

They weren't his imagination sadly, they were real, though they were no longer screams but more agonizing, hopless moans.

"'Tonio... 'Tonio, don't worry I'm coming," Gilbert mumbled. He had already lost Francis somewhere in this insane place, he would not lose Antonio as well.

Somehow I'll get the trio back together, somehow...

The crimson eyed ex-nation thought as he stumbled over a root and into a clearing.

Two pairs of eyes swung to face the albino from where they stood above the passed out Spaniard. One was an unforgetable murkey, lifeless green and the other a deep, dead black.

"L-leave 'Tonio... alone," he stuttered past the cotton in his dry mouth, trying to avoid the murkey green entrapping gaze.

The black eyed man nudged his companion with an out of place smile, "See? I told ya they'd come a runnin'~ You owe me five bucks~"

"Damn," the other man muttered.

Gilbert growled and got into a fighting stance, "Who are you?"

A slim black eyebrow rose above cocky, arrogant obsidian eyes, "You honestly don't know?" He slowly approached the weaker Prussian, "I am you, though I do prefer Kaspar..." He said slowly as if speaking to a child and suddenly there was a sharp dagger to the albino's throat.

Gilbert glared at Kaspar, for having the sheer adacity to threaten him, before bouncing back and away from the other, sending a quick roundhouse to his the side of his head and knowing it landed solid as he watched his dark colored twin crumple to the ground.

The albino paused a moment to look down upon the crumpled form, "Nope, if you were me you would have awesomely blocked that," he said with a scary certainty.

Feeling a tight pressure on the collar of his shirt, Gilbert cursed as he was thrown backwards, crashing into the fallen Antonio dragging painfilled groans from both of them, though Gilbert's held a bit of sympathy when he felt his friend's blood soak through his shirt.

Yeah, that would teach him to not pay attention to the other guy from now on.

"Sorry, 'Tonio, sorry," he apologized as he stumbled back to his feet, not as graceful as he would have liked mind you.

Looking towards his surprise attacker, it took his still slightly befuddled brain a moment to realize that this man's features where twin to Antonio's.

"Well this is just great! I knew that Prussian was worthless from the moment I saw him," the curly black haired Spaniard spoke, his foot nudging into the side of the downed man, "You got him good with that kick," he said as he approached the lighter skinned Prussian confidently.

Gilbert curled his hands into fist and stood between his Spaniard and that emotionless robot that called himself a Spaniard, even dared to mimic to mirror his friend's appearence.

That was when he made his first mistake though, meeting that murky green gaze without thinking as the man examined the Prussian closely, a little awkwardly as well.

"You though," he mumbled to himself as he took another step closer to Gilbert, "You know you are strong enough to become one of us..." He whispered lifting that hypontizing green gaze on Gilbert as he dangled the temptation in front of him.

"All you have to do..." He cooed quietly into the Prussian's ear, which left Gilbert wonderering when the Spaniard had gotten that close, "Is slit his throat," he held out the hilt of his own dagger out to his soon to be comrade, nodding to the darker Prussian behind them, "Then you could know everything we do, live without a care in the world for anyone but yourself... Kill without being blamed or persecuted... You could be a country again..." Crimson eyes couldn't detach their gaze from the lifeless green, his brain fogged.

Before he realized what was happening his hand was slowly wrapping around the hilt of the blade, from behind him he could hear the faint murmur of, "Gil... Gilbert, no, don't," but he was already to far gone, trapped in the hypnotizing irises.


So I would really love some feedback, I think the story is going good and I really like where it is going so just tell me what you think.

I probably won't have anymore chapters for this story out again till next weekend, but my other story Finnish Sniper, you all should totally check it out ;), should have chapter two out sometime this week.

See? I told you I would bring Alfred back in there eventually D I'll probably have Japan and China in the next chapter if I find the inspiration for it... I'll also say again, if you guys would like to see any country, one I haven't introduced, one I have, whatever, just tell me and I'll see what I can do!

Well that's all for now, folks!