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The crowd was silent in devotion. Everyones eyes were fixed on the bridal pair, as Hungary continued to recite.
"Lord, bless and consecrate Germany and Italy in their love for each other. May these rings be a symbol of true faith in each other, and always remind them of their love. Through Christ our Lord." Hungary smiled at the two countries in front of her. "Germany and Italy. It is my great pleasure to announce you-"
"STOP!"
The doors of the cathedral were swung open with a crash, revealing a wheezing Prussia heavily leaning on both of the doors. The crowd gasped in shock at the rude interruption of the ceremony.
The best men were the ones who felt the most awkward. Spain, Canada and Japan went bright red and looked away, America gave an insecure look, France just put a hand to his forehead in igry, while England tried to avoid Prussias eyes as much as possible.
Italy on the altar growled in annoyance.
"Why-a does-a he have to be so possesive of-a his-a brother?" he snapped with hatred. Hungary flinched at the brown-haired mans violent tone and looked at him with a kinda shocked expression. Realizing he had made a mistake, Italy quickly changed his tone and looked at Hungary with tears in his eyes.
"Why-a does-a he have to ruin my special day?" he sobbed, sounding convincingly heartbroken and buried his head in his hands, crying.
"Because-a, it's-a not your special day-a!" a voice sounding surprisingly like the italians, called from the door. And then Italy, the real Italy stepped in. "It's-a mine!" he said, fixating his doppelganger with brave eyes.
Everyone in the cathedral gasped in shock once again, everybodys eyes now glued to the door.
"What? How did-a you escape-a the catacombs?" the imposter asked, clenching his jaw in anger.
"Well-a, let's-a say these-a dusty old tunnels aren't-a as escape-a-proof as-a you thought." Romano, who had come in behind Italy sneered. The imposter chuckled at that.
"I-a see, so you found-a the exit. Clever." Suddenly his features twisted into a malicious smirk. "But-a your still-a to late."
"Whoa, whoa,whoa wait a sec' dudes I totally don't get it!" America busted in, looking completely confused. "How can there be two Italys?"
"He's-a an imposter!" Italy shouted, moving towards the altar. He pointed at the imposter. "He-a and-a two other ones-a attacked-a Germany and-a me, a few days after we arrived-a! He wanted to take-a Germany from me!"
The fake Italy suddenly started laughing, a cruel, sadistic laugh. "Well-a, then-a I guess it's-a time to drop-a the mask." he smirked and suddenly moved a hand up to pull at his hair, which came off and revealed wine-red hair, with a curl twisted to the side, just like the real Italys.
After taking off the wig, the fake let it drop to the floor and took two brown contact lenses out of his eyes. Now his eyes were no longer a warm caramel brown, but a cold intimatating violet. With a snicker, the imposter crushed the lenses in his hand, laid a hand on his hip and looked down at Italy with a superior smirk.
"Right-a you are, Italy. I-a wanted your-a Germany all-a to myself. Because-a," he took a dramatic pause. "He is-a the perfect-a power cell!"
Italys eyes widened. "W-What? What-a do you mean?" The fake chuckled.
"Well-a that's a long-a story. See Italy, as-a you may-a have already guessed-a I'm-a not-a from this-a world. Or-a to put it more-a precisely, I-a come from another dimension. And other than-a you guys, who keep-a themselves hidden before-a the humans and jump-a like dogs whenever your-a bosses tell-a you to, we are different.
In-a our world-a, we nations don't-a hide like-a cowards, we rule-a our lands ourselves. We know-a no mercy with-a enemies. And we're-a always hunting for-a new territory. Of course-a none of us will give-a his lands to another easy. In our world, it's-a 'kill or-a be killed'. It's-a as simple as that.
Unfortunately," the fake Italy sighed, shaking his head. "We-a might-a have overdone-a it a bit with-a our wars. Our world is-a currently nothing but-a a big-a pile of ashes. Luckily the England from-a my dimension found-a a solution to that-a problem." He grinned at Italy.
"We'll-a just-a take-a another world, if-a ours doesn't-a work-a anymore. This-a a dimension has-a more-a potential and-a wealth-a then anything we have-a encountered. Plus, it is-a the weakest, which-a means, you will not-a be able to fight-a back against-a us. That's-a right, we will conquer this-a dimension and-a make it our new home." Italy flinched at that, staring at his self from another dimension with terror in his eyes.
"B-But-a...I don't-a understand-a. What-a do you need-a Germany for?" he asked, voice shaking.
Fake-Italys smirk widened and he started to walk down the steps of the altar towards Italy as he spoke. "I hoped-a you would-a ask that-a. You know-a, as great-a a magician the England-a from-a my dimension is-a, he still-a has-a his limits. The spell-a to cross the border between worlds is-a a very difficult one-a and dangerous too. The ammount of power the spell-a needs is-a so big, that it attacks the very life energy. Of course-a I wouldn't-a have minded sacrificing England. But why-a waste-a a life of my own kind-a, if I have-a the possibility of-a simply taking one-a of you to do it."
Italy gasped in terror. "N-No.."
The fake stopped right in front of the brown haired man and smirked at him. "Yes-a." he said with a cruel tone. "I will-a use your-a beloved Germany as a battery."
"You...You can't-a do that!" Italy shouted, tears in his eyes. "Germany would-a never agree to help-a you! Your-a troops are-a never going to reach-a us!" The fake just laughed.
"Oh, I-a doubt-a that." he turned arount to Germany who was still standing at the altar, not having moved an inch the whole time. "Isn't that-a right, mi amore?"
To everyones horror, Germany slowly nodded. His eyes were dull and emotionless. "Yes, Italy." he said, his voice mechanical.
Italys eyes filled with tears in realization. He lunged forward, trying to get to Germany, but was stopped by a blade suddenly pressed to his neck.
"Ah-ah-ah~" the fake cooed, slowly applying more pressure to the blade. "You don't-a want-a this pretty little face-a of yours messed up-a now, do you?" Italy clenched his teeth at the imposter, but was forced to take a step back. The other Italy smirked and took his blade back again.
"You know-a, Italy, I've-a been wondering something," he mused, turning around and walking over to Germany.
"How-a come such a weak, pathetic peron like-a you, got-a together with-a a man like-a this-a dimensions Germany?" he asked tauntingly, taking the blondes chin into his hand and letting his eyes wander on his face in admiration. "Ever since I took-a your place, this question has-a been-a bugging me. He's-a so powerful and-a strong. His-a very strength might-a be even-a bigger then-a all of yours-a. Nonetheless," The fake turned his head to Italy again.
"No matter how strong-a he is, the moment the spell-a is indicated, he'll-a grow weaker and-a weaker. And-a in the end, nothing will-a be left-a of him. In fact-a, at this very moment, England should-a prepare to cast it." Fake Italy laughed again and mockingly slung his arms around Germany.
"He may not-a be my-a husband, but-a thanks-a to the potion I've given to him, he's-a all mine." He smiled cruelly. "Til-a death do-a us part-a." Italy and Prussia gasped in shock.
"No! Not-a my Germany!" Italy cried. All of a sudden everything started to tremble. It wasn't just an earthquake it felt like really everything, even the air was shaking from the very inside. Fake-Italy let Germany go and looked towards the ceiling, his smirk growing triumphant.
"It's-a time!" he announced in a booming voice. "First-a we take-a over Austria, and then ALL OF THE WORLD!"
"No." a cold voice interrupted from the left side of the altar. Fake-Italy whirled around and met the strong glance of England who had walked out from the row of the best men. "You won't."
Italy raised an eyebrow and slowly moved a hand towards his knife. England took another step forward so that he was standing face to face to the imposter.
"It may be impossible for Germany to protect us right now, but now that you have so foolishly revealed your true self, I will protect my friends from you! I'll send you back where you came from!" England shouted. Fake-Italys eyes widened in surprise and he took a step back, but England just outstretched his hand.
A glowing light-green rotating pentagram formed around the palm of Englands hand and it steadily grew brighter. "Recede, Incube!" England boomed.
A glistening beam of light shot out from the pentagram and shot right towards the imposter. The Imposter gasped in surprise. And then, it happened.
A pentagram, similar to Englands but red formed right in front of Fake-Italy. The beam of light crushed together with the red pentagram hard but Fake Italy stayed unharmed. Then, all of a sudden, a red lightining shot out from the italians pentagram and began to push back at Englands beam of light.
England frowned in confusion, but kept his hand up and didn't budge. The magic rays pressed against one another in a heated battle. For a moment, it looked like Englands ray was gaining the upperhand. But then, the red ray suddenly shot forward in one powerful jolt.
England screamed in pain, when the red lightning hit him. The ray catapulted him a few metres into the air until England met the ground with a hard crash and laid there, motionless.
"NEIN! ENGLAND!" Prussia screamed. The albino, the other best men and Hungary immediately rushed to the injured nations side, Prussia cradling the smaller man in his arms. The rest of the audience stared in shock.
Fake-Italy just stood there for a second, blinking confused. Then his smirk returned to his face. "Well-a who would-a have-a thought?" he sneered, taking a little amulet out of his collar. "This-a little protection-spell England gave-a to me did come-a in handy after all." He turned his gaze to Englands still form, grinning. "This-a guy has-a some power. But even he couldn't-a lay a finger on-a me. Speaking of-a which..."
The purple-eyed man frowned. "They should-a be here by now-a. Urgh, they know I hate-a it when I'm-a kept waiting."
As if whoever he was talking about had heard him, the shaking all round them suddenly intensified to the maximum. Little piles of rubble already started to fall from the ceiling. Then a loud noise cut through the air.
Right beside Fake-Italy a hole began to open. The man turned around and looked at the anomaly, his looks a mixture of expectation and scepsis. The hole slowly grew bigger and bigger until it was almost twice the size of the italian man before him. And then, three persons stepped through the open portal.
One wore a black uniform with a cape, a katana attached to his side. His bright red eyes had a cunning look in them. His short black hair barely covered a bunch of ugly scars in his neck. "No fair boss, you arready started with the fun." he said in a whiny voice.
The other, a dirt-blonde with purple eyes and a painful looking scar on his right cheek rolled his eyes at his allys comment. "If zhe boss vants to have fun before us, it's none of our buisness." he stated, although he looked like he too, was a little dissappointed.
The third man, a strawberry blonde with crystal-blue eyes, wearing a pink suit chuckled at that. "Now now folks, we shouldn't argue about such tribals right now." he halfheartedly scolded the other two.
Fake-Italy huffed at the scene in front of him. "Finally. It took-a you quite-a a while, Germany, Japan and England."
The England from the other dimension chuckled again and scratched the back of his head in embarassment. "You have to pardon me Italy, dear. It took a bit longer then I thought." The purple-eyed man snorted at that.
"Yes-a, I noticed that-a. And-a were-a is-a my-a army?"
The other Germany saluted slightly. "Right behind us. Zhey should be zhere at any moment now."
No sooner had he said it when "something" started to exit the portal. Everyone looked at the portal, shocked by what they saw. The creature that had come from it was black and bore sharp, long claws on his arms and feet. It had no face aside from a mouth driveling with saliva and a row of carnivore-like teeth in it. A scary-looking red-glowing light hung from his head.
"Dude, no way... Is that...a Noppera?" America asked, his voice almost inaudible. His eyes were widened in terror.
Fake-Italy had heard his question and turned his head to the american, smirking. "Yes-a, indeed. They-a came-a to our earth a few months ago and what-a can I say: we struck-a their invasion down with-a brutal force-a. Almost-a their whole species got-a wiped out."
He turned his head back again. "And-a in order to-a survive-a, they-a swore to serve us, as-a our personal army." The whole cathedral watched in pure terror as more and more of the monsters stepped through the portal and assembled behind Fake-Italy. The latter threw an impatient galnce at his England.
"Hey, what-a are-a you standing-a there for? Hurry up and-a link-a the portal to the power cell!" he snapped. The adressed flinched and nodded. He hurried over to Germany, pulled out a collar from his pocket and clasped it around Germanys neck.
As soon as it was attached, the collar started to glow in a red light. Fake-Italy nodded satisfied, then turned around.
"And-a now, my-a dear-a soldiers...ATTACK!" he shouted, throwing his arm towards the audience. With a united growl, the black Nopperas began to march forward. The countries screamed in terror, some of them already running out of the door to save themsleves.
Prussia watched the horrifying scene with unbelieving eyes. Suddenly he felt someone tug at his sleeve and looked down to see it was England.
"R...Run," England forced out in a weak voice. Prussia shook his head vigorously.
"Not vizhout jou!" he responded. Englands eyes turned desperate.
"No Prussia, please! I'm …going to be ok, I promise. Run. You...have to..save Italy." he said in an urgent tone. Prussias eyes widened slightly at that. He looked at Italy who still had his eyes on Germany. The albinos eyes went determined again.
"Ve'll come back." he promised. "Ve'll save jou and Vest. I'll give jou my vord." England smiled warmly at that. His eyes slowly slipped close again and his head slumped against the floor.
Prussia held back the tears that were threatening to come out. He jumped up and grabbed Italy by the arm. Shouting for the others to follow him, he ran towards the door. Italy squirmed in his grasp and tried wildly to get away.
"No! We can't-a leave yet! Germany-" Prussia turned and grabbed the smaller man by his shoulders.
"Ve'll come back for him, but right now ve have no chance against zhese guys! If ve don't vant to get captured, ve have to go right now!" Italy looked to the floor tears in his eyes, but he stopped resisting.
Prussia started running again, Italy and the others close behind. The Fake-Italys cruel laughter followed them, when they fled down the halls.
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