Choose Your Player
Chapter Three: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's The Weirdest of Them All?
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The room was silent as they stared at one another, waiting for the other to speak before them. That was when Italy spoke up.
"Ciao, everybody~!" He waved at them as if nothing was wrong and that he did not just crash through the window along with the rest of the axis. At that moment, Germany threw the small man off of his back in fury.
"Dummkopf, now you have really done it!" His hands rapped around the other's throat and squeezed in an ever tightening grip. The brunette gasped out for help as his burly friend taught him a lesson. Japan had jumped up the second Germany was set off, attempting to coax the muscle man into calming down. By this time, Italy was turning blue and going on purple.
"Germany-san, please settle down!" His deep onyx eyes had widened out of shock as he watched his two best friends fighting for the hundredth time that day. The people on the other side of the room were just watching in mixed horror and confusion.
"May I beat him up as well?" The winter nation asked no one in particular. His smile widened and a dark aura enveloped him and crawled among the surrounding people. Those poor souls felt shivers repeatedly running up their spines as Russia began an almost inaudible chant of, 'Kolkolkolkol…'
"Stop it, Russia! You're scaring me-aru!" The Chinese man began to tremble as he placed his hand on the other's shoulder. This somehow managed to convince Russia into transforming into his usually normal creepy self instead of releasing such an astounding aura towards the other nations occupying the room. Everyone then let loose a sigh of relief and finally came to their senses, no longer standing there like a school of fish with their mouths gaping open.
"So what are we going to do with these buffoons?" America scratched his head and yawned, tired of the events that had already occurred that evening and not in the mood for anything more stressful. He might have been a hyper youth for the past hundred years, but lately his bones had begun aching even though he out right refused to admit he was beginning to grow old. A person like Britain would get a real kick out of that little fact; that's for sure…
China came to stand beside him, abandoning Russia in the corner. "I say we go to bed… My eyelids are starting to droop!" He released a sigh of exhaustion and gripped Alfred's shoulder. The blonde nodded in agreement, grabbing the English nation beside him and dragging him by the collar.
"Where are we goin'!? I wanna drink some more! Ay! Where're you takin' me!?" England yelled out like the typical loud drunk that he was. They were about to exit the room when Al turned back to the Axis.
"You guys can stay for the night just because it's so late and this guy isn't coordinated at the moment. So follow us up to the room. 'Kay?" They looked at him in absolute shock. If this were to happen any other time than midnight, all three of them would be dealing with a heap load of trouble from the allies. Since it was so late and everyone admitted that they were dead tired, the entire lot of them traveled their way out of the kitchen, through the ballroom, up the stairs, and to the spare bedrooms that served for guests.
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Alfred, along with everyone else, had gone to bed earlier that night, expecting to have a good night's rest. However, what they did not count for was the disturbance that took place only a few hours later…
Everyone slept soundly in their beds, innocent witnesses to an outrageous event set to take place. It occurred just as the clock struck midnight. There was a subtle hum that grew ever louder as the time passed by. It had eventually become so loud that it awoke every one of the occupants of the rooms on the second floor. A few of the countries wandered from their beds, stumbling in the dim lighting. America was the first to wake up completely, sitting up in his bed and placing his glasses on. He gasped at the sight before him; it was the jar of light. He had placed it on the mantle when he retired for the night, and now it was releasing a luminescent glow that lit the entirety of the guest room. Pale blue cascaded over other objects and created shadows where it was impossible for the light to reach. Fog began to sprout from where the stopper met the lip of the tiny glass jar's opening. It quickly spread along the carpet, completely concealing the floor.
In the hallway, everyone had gathered and was beginning to ask questions. It was easily deducted that the source of the hum was originating from the burger loving nation's room. Now, their only dilemma was deciding who would venture first through the entrance. Arthur eventually stepped up, saying that if no one was brave enough to complete the task then he would. When they first caught a glimpse of what was happening in the room, they each began to quiver.
"Alfred, what did you do?" The English man whispered to his former colony. The American continued to sit there for a minute before stuttering his reply.
"I-I-I didn't do a-a-a-anything…!" Eventually, every one of the nations had wandered into the room along with Arthur. Italy was closest to the door, lightly grasping onto Germany's shirt sleeve and prepared to run if push came to shove. The fog continued to linger around their ankles as the blue light grew ever brighter. Suddenly, there was loud sound filling the room, causing ears to ring. And when it was over, everything and everyone was deadly silently. It was then that a low ghastly voice slowly made its way into the air.
"All who see fear them… All who hear fear them… All who are in their presence fear them… Mirrors… Reflections… Each and every one holds an evil, an alternate world in which we are not the same… And it is those reflections that haunt us, ever watchful of our every move… They are waiting… They are patient… They are patient for when the time is right… When the portal is opened, beneath the full moon, they shall rise into existence… They shall become whole… Complete… And it will enable them to harm others… So be forever cautious of the mirrors… and your back…" The voice diminished into an almost inaudible static noise and finally vanished into nothing. Once again, there was silence.
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(A.N.)This chapter is not nearly as long as I wanted it to be… I was planning to have each of the chapters from here on out around 2,000 words, but this once came out so short just because I didn't really have much material. But don't worry; the next chapters will have more! It is just this one that I could not think of much to write about… Anyway, feedback would be greatly appreciated! (As always)
~Ame-chan777