Hi again~ In this chapter we find out that Singa's being naughty~ It mainly focuses on the 2p!s, though. The Troll incident will come on the next chapter!

BANG! CRASH!

Singa has whipped around so fast that she knocked a porcelain vase over and sent it shattering into smithereens. "What?!" she yelled, her fist clenching.

Flavio clicked off his phone, shrugging. "Poland says that almost everyone is participating. And you're going to have to pay for that, darling," he added. As she was so used to him calling her 'dear', she barely noticed that he had called her 'darling', much less got angry over it. This was just normal, flirty, seductive Flavio, who definitely preferred guys. So she had no problem with that.

"All of them?! Even the Tech fifth?!" she nearly shrieked.

Flavio inclined his head. "Finland says that he wants everyone to participate. But not all will go to the other world. Greece says he'll lend you one of his many cats, one of the more vicious ones, to accompany you."

"He's just looking for a reason to get rid of them!" she shot back accusingly, knowing this was true. Flavio just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Any cat you want in particular?" he asked, hiding a smirk. He pushed a spinny chair towards her.

Sitting down with a huff, she replied, "I'd better take θυσία. He's the only one who actually likes me. The others flee whenever I come close."

Flavio tilted his head, and he seemed to be studying Singa closely. "So it's a yes, then?" he asked.

Singa rolled her eyes.

A smirk spread on his face and he leaped out of his chair and grabbed Singa's arm. "Great! Then I can give you a makeover before you go back~" he cheered, ruby eyes sparkling, and he proceeded to drag her to his hot pink car. Then they sped off to south of Italy, with Flavio driving like the maniac he was. Singa was stting on the back seat, hanging on for dear life.

"AT TIMES LIKE THIS, I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR COUNTERPART!" Singa yelled, and Flavio only laughed. "Well, you've got to have some similarities to your other self, right? At least Lovi has a fashion sense!" he called, before letting the car screech to a stop. The blonde girl was flung off her seat, despite having put the seatbelt on, and knocked onto one of the softer chairs.

Rubbing her temple, she crawled out of the car and sighed in relief when she discovered that she was still in one piece. Flavio unlocked the door of his house and they were greeted by pink walls, pink curtains and...

Luciano.

A very grumpy Luciano.

Singa resisted the urge to shriek, 'WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!' Then she remembered that Luciano's driving skills were as crazy as Flavio's.

Why was Luciano grumpy? Well, he was tugging on the hem of his jacket. He was wearing those expensive suits made by his brother, who, by the way, was smiling superiorly.

"Why do I have to wear this...?" Luciano groaned, glaring at his brother.

"I want my little brother to look nice. Family is everything to me," Flavio smirked, both figuratively and literally looking down on him.

Luciano huffed, crossing his arms. "But you killed our grandfather!"

"That does not count," Flavio brushed past Luciano, dragging Singa into the pink house. Paolo, aka the micronation Seborga, was sitting crosslegged on the couch, absentmindedly twirling a rose. He nodded in greeting at the two. Paolo was the only one of the three Italy brothers to not have brownish hair- his hair was jet black. (Flavio was a dyed blonde. Of course, he would only say that he was a natural blonde, and refuse to admit anything else on the subject). Like his brothers, Paolo's eyes were ruby red.

Singa barely managed a friendly wave back when she got dragged into Flavio's makeup room. Before the door was slammed shut by Flavio himself, she heard Paolo shout, "Good luck! You'll need it!" She replied it with, "I've been through this before! Did you ever suspect that it may have been Flavio who-" Cue the door slam.

"So... what now?" she asked Flavio dully.

Flavio twirled a lock of her hair. "Hmmm... We have to do something about your clothes... And your hair, too... Maybe tie it in two ponytails instead of one half side ponytail?"

Singa heaved a sigh. "You do know that I'll have to wear robes over whatever you make me wear?"

"What? Surely not! What-a color?" he asked, his eyes wide and his accent slipping out.

"Greyish black."

Flavio nearly went berserk.

Whoops, Singa thought, I forgot the Italies didn't know where I had been...

In his office, Albus Dumbledore was doing some thinking. The first few minutes was him trying to think if ways for Alfred Jones to remember his name was 'Dumbledore', not 'Dumb Ol' Whore'. The next hour, however, it was about the mirror. What kind of mirror allowed people to get into the school, passing through all the magical boundaries surrounding it? He didn't know any spell. And the two men looked remarkably like Jones and Williams, only older, and, er, different hair color/eye color.

Could that mirror be cursed...?

After a few minutes of silent brooding, he decided to go take a look at the mirror. He strode along the halls and stopped in front of the mirror. He lifted his wand and muttered a revealing spell that was quite effective on cursed objects. "Spellecos Revalium!" he said smartly, rapping the edge of the mirror with his wand. If it was indeed cursed, it would glow red.

Did it?

No, it didn't. How unusual. Maybe the spell had messed up? It was unlikely, but possible. Albus lifted is wand and uttered the spell again. The only thing he got was a slight crack in the mirror. Maybe it had a charm on it? No. It wasn't possible. It was a normal mirror, unlike the Mirror of Erised. Albus repeated the spell again.

The mirror shattered, and one shard pierced Albus' skin. He did not, however, cry out in pain. Instead, he plucked the shard out a muttered, "Episkey," to heal his small injury.

So the mirror was a normal mirror. Interesting. The secret of penetrating the castle's magical boundaries lied with the two men and maybe the girl, Phoenix? When she came back, he would have a look at her mind...

Liesl Zwingli was very, very, very surprised when she opened her front door to see a certain Singaporean standing there. The two got along fairly well, but they still did not have a particular liking for each other- like the other world's Prussia and Hungary.

Liesl was short, courtesy of her 1p, so she was of around the same height as Singa. She had caramel-brown hair that were tied into two braids that reached her shoulder blades and blood red eyes. She also had a scar stretching from her jawbone to her cheekbone. She wore a completely plain white long-sleeved dress and she was barefoot. A black sling bag was slung across her shoulder and no doubt contain quite a few blades hidden in it.

"Have you heard of Tuomo and Filip's game?" Singa asked tiredly. Her hair was tied into two ponytails and she was wearing a sort of blue uniform-like dress that Italy Romano had forced her to put on.

Liesl nodded.

"Do you know all the details?"

Liesl nodded.

"Everything?"

"Just get to the point, godamm*t!" Liesl snapped, resisting the urge to-what did they call it?-falcon punch the other girl. "I know all about it, you f***ing b*tch, because I suggested it to the d*mn Finnish b*st*rd!"

Oh, and Liesl had the same 'innocent' voice of Lilli.

Singa shrugged, ignoring the flood of vulgarities Liesl used when Oliver was not around (Liesl hung around Oliver quite often). Then she told Liesl the plan she had, and the person she'd be sending her 'letter' to. After hearing all this, Liesl smirked wickedly. Now she knew why Singa had come for her 'help'.

Liesl wasn't the princess of this kingdom for nothing.

Turning away and slamming the door in Singa's face (and Singa was quite used to her un-princess-like behaviour), she muttered to herself, "So you want to cause some trouble, huh? No longer a good little girl?" and chuckled darkly.

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