Here's chapter 3. Toris will be involved a bit more at the end, and then the point of view switches to him starting next chapter.

Should I up the rating on this prequel?

I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 3 Decisions through reflections

Time to wake up Leonas... Don't you want to check on Toris?

Leonas groaned as the whispering voice pestered him to wake up. Ever since the first time he looked at Toris' world two days ago, his mind was constantly conflicted on what he should do.

"Ugh... Even a 2p who's conflicted needs his coffee before he can fully move around," Leonas groaned as he managed to drag himself out of bed and walk into the kitchen, sighing with relief as he heard the coffee machine filling him a cup of coffee, "Mornings are a major pain in the ass unless you know how to wake up. I wonder if our counterparts wake up the same way as we do?"

After taking a few sips of the caffinated drink, Leonas finally had the energy to bring himself to the bathroom, looking at the mirror in front of him before it reflected Toris' world. After seeing the events of two days prior, the 2p discovered that the world had become fully connected through his bathroom mirror, meaning that it would reflect Toris' world every time he looked at the mirror now. Like what just happened.

A faint snoring could be heard as Leonas watched Toris tossing and turning on the bed in the room. He must be having a nightmare. But after the past two days, who could blame him for resting late? The 2p questioned as he noticed how distressed his counterpart looked.

Throughout the course of the two days, Leonas had gotten glimpse of his counterpart's daily routines. He was forced around by Russia, defended the other two baltics, mostly Raivis, when they messed up, and prepared dinner for himself beside the other two. And although he was injured, he still cared for the other baltics before his own wellbeing. The actions he took made Leonas understand slightly just what he was going through.

A gasping noise escaped the mirror as Toris sat up suddenly, flinching from the wounds on his shoulder due to how quick he sat up. A paranoid look flashed in his eyes as he quickly looked around before sighing with relief. "It was only a dream..." Toris whispered.

Leonas then noticed that several of the injuries on the 1p's body had reopened in the middle of the night and were now starting to bleed. "I'm bleeding again. The wounds Russia gave me two days ago must've reopened in the middle of the night." Toris stating before sighing, "It looks like I'll have to clean up these wounds before Raivis or Eduard see them."

As Toris looked up at the mirror, he seemed to look straight at Leonas, forcing him to move away from the mirror. After about ten minutes, the 2p returned to where he was, revealing Toris sitting on the bed with a first aid kit, a wet washcloth in his hands as he recleaned the wounds, flinching from the pain. Once he was done, the 1p grabbed a roll of bandages and tightly wrapped the wounds. With that complete, Toris stood up and closed the first aid kit before walking over to the dresser connected to the mirror on the other side.

Leonas watched as Toris' gaze once more connected with his, and both froze. After a few seconds, Toris blinked and looked away. "Am I imagining things? Cause I feel like my reflection keeps changing every day, when I look straight at the mirror. I know 2ps exist. Seeing Russia's 2p proved that."

Leonas's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took off into the other room and rushed towards the door, almost forgetting his jacket in the process. "So Viktor's seen Toris. Well then, I think it's time I paid the russian bastard a visit."

(Several hours later)

"Leonas! I wasn't expecting you to come! Is something wrong?"

Leonas smiled slightly as Natalie rushed up to him. The Belarusian was rather attached to him quite a bit after Leonas took care of her, often visiting him after many fights with Viktor and dressing wounds. And she was one of the reasons he started to change his opinions.

"Nothing's wrong Natalie. I just wanted to ask your brother about something concerning the other world." Leonas explained.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Natalie smiled. "Oh, you mean our counterparts right? Mine's a little bit scary, but yours is quite kind hearted, just like you." The belarusian stated, earning a embarassed look from the male, "I've seen what happens though. I wish there was a way that we could help him. What Ivan's doing to him is wrong. But I can't go through unless I go through the portal. And Lindsey's kinda worried I'll get hurt."

Leonas nodded. "I'll see what I can do. But I need to talk to Viktor to see how much he knows."

"Speaking of me in an ill-will way Leonas?"

The Lithuanian resisted the urge to kill the nation as he turned around, revealing the 2p Russian. "It must be something bad if you've come to me for help Leonas. You must be fighting that overwhelming urge to kill me by now," Viktor teased.

Leonas looked over at the Belarusian woman in the room and silently nodded, resulting in her walking out of the room. "Why don't you cut the crap Viktor. I know you've seen my 1p, and I'm not leaving until you tell me how much you know." The Lithuania growled, his hand fingering the handle of a knife tucked inside the belt.

"So he does mean something to you."

"Nyet. But what your 1p is doing to him is cruel. I want to know what exactly is going on?"

Viktor smirked. "All I can say is that if something doesn't help him, he'll be gone by the end of the year."

A stinging cut appeared on Viktor's check, and his smirk grew as Leonas brought the knife up to his neck. "I can take all day to get the information. Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." The 2p threatened.

Viktor chuckled. "All I know is that Ivan is helping the axis with their conquest of Europe. He's already taken half of Poland, and the three baltic states, including Lithuania of course. Little Toris is stuck there until he gets independance. But I doubt that he'll ever be a nation again because of the state. He's just so pathetic! He's a weaker version of you! And you're already weak as is!"

Now it was Leonas' turn to smirk. "So you think I'm weak huh? Well, we'll just have to change your tune on that."

(Several minutes later)

"Damn you Leonas Laurinaitis! When I get out of this I'll make sure you pay!"

The 2p Lithuanian smirked as he walked out of the room, where Natalie waited for him with a towel. "It's amazing how he's not screaming from the salt on the chest wound and that he's screaming from being tied up in a chair." Leonas stated as he wiped the blood of his hands before looking at the mirror, revealing blood matted on the top half of his uniform and hair, "But, you can't say I didn't warn him."

Natalie giggled as she handed the towel to Leonas. "You might want to stay clear of him for a few days. If you need to hide somewhere, you can crash at my house," Leonas whispered in the young woman's ear, prompting her to giggle as she was handed a key.

"Did you get the answers you needed?" Natalie asked, earning a nod from the man.

"I did. And I think it might be the answer to my decision." Leonas stated as he headed towards the door, "If you do crash at my house, there will be a letter on the bathroom counter."

"What will it say?"

"That's something that I can't say here, but only in the safety of my home."

(Timeskip)

"I can't believe I'm doing this. But I know what I need to do now."

Leonas breathed in a deep breath of air as he grabbed the stuff he needed before looking between the night sky outside and the small list in his hands. On the table beside him was a roll of thread, in case he needed to stitch a wound close, two bottles of water, a washcloth, a bag of caramels, two pairs of clothing, and a pair of double serated hunting knives. He knew the other Russia might put up a fight when he found out about him, and he knew he'd need them sooner or later.

"I normally only take care of those broken by the axis. But perhaps that shouldn't be the case. I know Natalie would agree with that." Leonas stated before looking over at a picture frame next to the list. A picture could be seen of Leonas and Natalie sitting on a couch, the woman smiling as he read her a book. "Please be safe while I'm gone Natalie. You're technically a little sister to me. And I know you'd want me to do this."

Leonas smiled slightly before placing the objects on the table in his knapsack and made his way to the bathroom, his hand tightly gripping the broken mirror shard that showed him Toris' world. "Well then. Let's see how my counterpart is doing," The 2p stated before looking at the mirror and watching it morph, gasping at the scene in front of him.

Blood was splattered everywhere in the room. It covered a lot of the objects in the room, especially the figures in the room. And even in the darkened room, Leonas was able to identify the two figures. And it was his counterpart condition that shocked him.

Bruises and knife wounds littered his back, the green uniform top covered in blood and discarded on a nearby chair. Tears were streaming down Toris' face as he gripped the bed to try standing up. And in front of him, what made Leonas' blood boil, was Ivan, smiling innocently like a child, a bloodied water pipe resting at his side.

"I hope you learned your lesson Toris. This is what happens when you try to fight back and run away from the union. This is where you live now. You can't escape what's to come." Ivan stated firmly as he left the room.

Leonas felt the rage building as he watched Toris slump to the floor, only being held up by the bed frame. His face was obscured, but the 2p could hear the rushed gasps and the near silent sobs that wracked his body. And when the young man spoke, Leonas barely heard the quiet, pained voice that came out. "It hurts... I-It hurts so badly... W-Why... does he do this? I-I can't take it anymore!"

That was enough for Leonas as he pressed a hand on the mirror, hoping that it would allow him to go through. He knew that if he didn't go now, there was no way he'd forgive himself for letting this chance pass. And as the mirror allowed passage for him to go through, the 2p could only say one thing as Toris' world engulfed him, mirror shards pressing cuts onto his skin.

"That Russian bastard is going to pay!"

(Change in Pov)

"It hurts... I-It hurts so badly... W-Why... does he do this? I-I can't take it anymore!"

Toris felt his body hypervenilate as he coughed up blood. The excruciating pain was taking over his body, fresh tears streaming down his stinging eyes. "I-I don't know what to do. A-Am I no longer allowed to b-be a nation? Am I going to die?" he asked out loud.

"That Russian Bastard is going to pay!"

Toris felt his body go numb as he struggle to lift himself up after another one of Russia's punishments, this one being the most brutal. Bruises and whip lashes littered the nation's back, his left arm limp next to him due to a broken bone in the upper part of the arm. The nation's vision was blurred as he looked up at the source of the voice, a voice so similar to his own, yet so full of rage and anger, through his unswollen eye.

"You can hear me right? Are you still concious?"

The vision in his on eye started to clear up as he saw someone who looked like him stare right at him. Dark brown hair was blown everywhere, blood orange eyes scanning him as if to process what to do. But what scared Toris the most was the blood covering the lookalike's face and clothes as if he had just been fighting in a war. Something the opposite of what he would do.

Toris' eyes widened. "S-Stay away from me! D-Don't come any closer!" The Lithuanian yelled as he tried to move back, only to stop and cry out as the pain in his back grew worse.

The Lithuania lookalike frowned as he took a step towards Toris, wiping some of the blood off of his hands. "I am only trying to help you. Why are so afraid? Is it because you think I'm the same as the Russia in this world?" he asked as he kneeled down to his level, wiping some of the blood off of Toris' face.

Toris said nothing, but gasped as his lookalike gently lifted him up, trying to be careful of his wounds. "W-Who are you?" he asked, growing faint by the second.

His lookalike said nothing as he looked away. Toris' consciousness fell away and he barely heard the other speak. "A second player. Leonas Laurinaitis. I'm you."

Again, should I up the rating?