The sun rose as the next day was coming near. The youngest two in the family were still in bed, Scotland decided to go hunting, he let Wales come along, only because he had to talk to the slightly younger nation.

" 'Ey Wales." Scotland started to speak as Wales looked at the Celtic nation, "I saw someone near the lad last night, someone about his height I think." Scotland continued as Wales shot a doe down with three arrows. "What about it?" The Welsh nation asked the other, " 'Cause, I saw you with the lad and that child." Scotland answered.

Wales flinched, did Scotland really want to know that their younger brother created his own mirror image? Wales ignored his thoughts and sighed, "The child by England is a girl named Serena. Apparently she was created by the witch over in the western forest." Wales finally explained as Scotland gave a confused look.

"Someone the witch made for him? I would never think that the lad would do something like that." Scotland replied as the two nations got closer to the house, Ireland was busy doing other errands. Wales only nodded as he opened the door, only seeing the young girl sit in the room.

Scotland stared in awe at Serena, he noticed how much the young girl looked so much like England; the green eyes, the light blonde hair, and even the face was similar. She had somewhat thick eyebrows, but not as thick as England, Scotland, or the others. "Who 're you lass?" Scotland asked as he approached the girl.

Serena slightly flinched, after seeing what this older nation had done to England, she was scared that he would do the same thing. "Calm down, I won't let anything happen to you." Wales said calmly as he tried to calm the girl down.

"M-my name is Serena." She finally spoke as she found the courage to speak. "So, did England do something to get ya here?" Scotland asked another question as Serena nodded her answer.

The Scottish nation looked behind Serena to see his younger brother in the doorway. "D-don't hurt her!" England yelled as Serena put her hand in front of the young nation, "I'm fine, don't worry." Serena whispered as the two older nations stood in place.

England ran out, holding his mirror image's hand tightly as Scotland yelled for the two to stop when he noticed something. "There's a mark on her face. It's a star." He whispered to Wales as the other nation looked out the window, "I know. I saw it last night, England has a crescent moon near his right eye. Serena has the star near her left eye." Wales replied.

A few minutes later, England led Serena to the center of the Eastern forest, where he would stay when he wanted to be alone. "You can look around if you want. Though there's nothing much different here." England sighed when he felt a strange presence that wasn't his mirror image, it was France.

"What do you want Frog?" The young nation growled, refusing to look at the older nation. "Come on Angleterre! You don't need to be that mad today." France whined when he looked over England's shoulder to see Serena sitting on the grass, enjoying the breeze.

"I see you brought that girl over here." The French nation whispered as he came closer to Serena. "How are you today mademoiselle?" He asked as Serena turned around to see the teenager, "I'm fine France, you don't need to worry!" She smiled as France gently petted her head. "Don't do that as well please, it kind of annoys me when you do that." Serena whispered as the French nation flinched.

"How cruel! You may be different, but I see that the two of you are the same sometimes!" France grunted as he slowly moved away from Serena. "I'm sorry." France heard Serena apologize, "You didn't warn me that you were going to do that. Just tell me next time you do that okay?" Serena turned around to see the older nation, "Alright." The French nation whispered as he saw that Serena was looking into a pond.

She was trying to see if she had a reflection; but she didn't. Only because she was already a mirror image of someone. "Is something wrong?" The younger nation asked when he noticed Serena staring into the pond. "Is the reason why I don't have a reflection is because I'm your mirror image England?" Serena gave a depressed look, noticing that her originator still had a reflection.

"Don't worry about it." England whispered in her ear, "Surely you'll get your own mademoiselle." France added as he turned away, "I have to get going now. I'll see you two later." He spoke as he walked slowly away.

"This is where you two went." Wales called from an opening from which the two ran in. "You had me worried sick." He whispered while hugging the two, realizing that he was starting to get protective of Serena as well. For some reason I have doubts on that Serena thought to herself as the three were walking home.

"Wales?" England quietly asked as his brother turned around. "Is the reason Serena doesn't have a reflection is because she's my mirror image?" England continued, looking at Serena with concern. "I'm not sure on that lad. You might have to ask that witch friend of yours." Wales answered with a hint of worry.

England made sure that the next full moon, he would ask the witch, he found the tree-like house she lived in and opened the door. "What is your wish this time England?" The witch walked slowly towards him with a curious look on her face.

"I don't have a wish; I have a question." The boy answered with a determined look, "Then what is your question? Is it about Serena?" She asked once more as England nodded in response. "State your question then." The witch look at the boy. England was surprised to see the witch wanting to hear his question easily; normally she was annoyed when the same person comes to her house two straight times.

The witch only gave a questioned look, "What is your question young nation?" She asked; England then finally had the courage to ask his question. "Is the reason why Serena doesn't have a reflection is because she's my mirror image?"

She looked at the young nation with concern, "Yes." The witch guided the boy out of her house, "But she can receive one. The two of you would have to wait for that though." She continued, "Go back and tell her, you might as well tell your brothers; they might want to know." England nodded to the response that he wanted.

"Serena!" England called across the forest as he saw Serena's form approach him. "What did she say?" She asked, "It is because you're my mirror image." Serena looked down at her own feet, giving a slightly depressing atmosphere. "But you can get your own, we just have to wait." England continued as he noticed that Serena's face changed quickly.

A few months passed, Serena and England waited for his mirror image to have a reflection, until that day came. "England..." Serena whispered while looking at a pond. England approached his mirror image and looked in the pond. "I..." Serena started to speak in shock, "I have a reflection!" She smiled as England noticed Serena's image in the pond, along with his own reflection. The witch was right. He though to himself.

Serena ran to tell the news to England's older brothers. "I have a reflection now! It finally came!" She called to them as Ireland and Wales appeared, "That's great lass." Ireland spoke as Wales started to walk away, "I'll tell Scotland the news. Don't worry, I'll be back." Wales called from a few meters away.

~*meanwhile~*~*

"I'm sorry, but we have no other choice." Scotland growled at Wales, "Listen, I'm glad the lass finally has a reflection, but we have no choice!" Wales looked at Scotland with a concerned look on his face, "You don't know how close those two are. England's more happy with Serena around." Wales shouted back, "You can't take that from 'im!"

Scotland just stared at Wales, "I really am sorry, but it'll be best for 'em." Scotland apologized as Wales realized that he had lost the battle. "If that's what you want to do, then do it!" Wales growled at Scotland, "But I get Serena, no questions asked. I want her safe."

England and Serena were brought to the middle of the forest, near an old tree. "What do you guys want?" The young nation asked annoyed, "There's something we have to do with the two of ya." Scotland answered as he saw Serena looking down at the ground. Wales stared at Scotland; hoping the deal they made would be kept. "I'm so sorry for you both." Wales whispered as Scotland grabbed England's wrist.

"W-what are you doing?!" England asked as he tried to break free from Scotland's grasp. "Separating the two of ya!" The Scotsman answered, as Wales took Serena's hand. "I'm sorry, we have no other choice." He whispered into the girl's ear. Serena could hear England's cries as he begged Scotland to let him go. Wales and Serena only watched as Scotland dragged England away, Serena could hear Wales whisper something; "I'm sorry. Fate has decided that the two of you should part."

Wales sighed as he gave a spirited look to Serena, "But if you somehow get to England again; I hope that you stay together."

I will find you England, no matter what. And I'll still remain loyal to you; even at my last breath.