"He can't draw well, very hot headed and he doesn't have the guts to hit girls (he's feminist)."

((Quick rant: Being a feminist does not mean that you don't hit women. As in, if a boy is in a fight and refuses to hit or attack a woman though she is attacking him, that is being sexist because he is saying that she is a weaker being and if he attacks her she will surely die. If you mean that he does not hit women in general, that isn't being a feminist either; it's just being a decent human being.))

Italy wasn't completely certain how he had ended up here, but then again, he was never exactly sure about anything that had to do with the other world. 1P. Eugh

He had heard of people going to the 1P when someone with magic sent them there, but he had never known that he could just randomly appear there.

At first he didn't know that it was the 1P world. It looked mostly like his own- with people and buildings and everything else -but then he noticed how nice everyone was, how they all smiled, and he knew that it wasn't his own world.

The first thing that he did was go to his house- or where his house was in the 2P world. Surprisingly enough, that was where his house was in this world too, and so he barged inside, raring to go. Would his other self be here? What about his other brother? Would he be as obsessed with strange fashions and poisons as the one in 2P? He had heard that they were almost the exact opposite of themselves in 1P, but he had never really believed that.

He slammed open the door and glanced around, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his pocket and flourishing it around. He stayed in front of the door for a moment, then turned to the left and wandered inside, which was where the living room was in his house.

In this house it was the kitchen, and inside the kitchen was a man standing in front of the stove, humming to himself. The man had light hair and seemed to be rather small.

"Who are you?!" Italy yelled. The man screamed and fell to the floor, backing up against the door of the oven and whimpering.

"Wh-wh-who are you? You look kind of like Romano but you're not! But your hair curl is on the same side as mine…?" The man looked confused.

"I'm 2P," Italy said gruffly, flourishing a couple of his knives.

The man gasped, then scrambled to his feet and out the door. "Romanoooooooooooooo! Romano! There's a 2P here oh help he's going to kill me Romanoooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Italy groaned. Oh God, his other self wasn't getting Romano was he? Romano was so annoying!

"Romanoooo- Ohmigodwhatareyoudoing?!"

"VENEZIA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE," called a voice, sounding rather flustered and definitely embarrassed.

"Aaaaah, mi dispiace, fratello, I didn't know that Spain was here-"

"GOD DAMMIT GET OUT." There was the sound of a door slamming, and then 1P Italy came down the stairs, blushing and looking flustered. He avoided Italy's eyes for a moment, then turned to him and said in a small voice, "Spain is over."

Italy instantly blanched. "That guy? Why?!" Italy glared. "I hate that guy."

"Romano likes him," 1P Italy said.

"I know," 2P Italy agreed. "That's why I hate him."

"Oh." 1P Italy looked at the floor again, then said, "I'm making pasta. Do you want some?"

"Sure," 2P Italy said with a shrug. What was he to do? He didn't know how he had gotten here, and he didn't know how to get back, so he might as well eat pasta with his other self.

Both Italys went to the other room, and it was only then that 2P Italy realized that there were at least three Italys in the house at the moment. He sighed. As if having two wasn't already enough. Thankfully he didn't like his other self though, considering that one was all light-colored and he was dark.

2P Italy sat down at the table as 1P Italy dished out pasta and meatballs. 2P Italy's stomach rumbled. He hadn't had pasta for what seemed like years, although it was in fact only since he had come to this place. That seemed a long time, in fact.

1P Italy sat down next to 2P Italy and handed him his bowl, then stared at him as he brought the fork to his mouth.

"Ah, I'm sorry, it's just that I don't know what to call you."

"Luciano," Italy said gruffly. "We might as well go by human names, right?"

"Yeah," agreed the other Italy. "Io mi chiamo Feliciano!" He smiled brightly at Luciano.

"It's nice to meet you, other me," said Luciano.

"It's nice to meet other me!" said Feliciano. "Oh, that means that Antonio and Lovino are upstairs. Don't bother them… Oh, what are they called in your world?"

"Flavio and Andres," said Luciano. He made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. "They are disgusting. Andres permits Flavio to dress him in disturbingly-colored clothing."

Feliciano choked on his pasta. "Wh-what?" he asked through a bout of coughing.

"Flavio also has a disturbing fascination with poisons," said Luciano contemptuously.

Feliciano got up and got himself a glass of water, downing it in one go. "Oh goodness. Your world sounds strange!"

Luciano stared at him in confusion. "Are they not like that in this world?"

Feliciano shook his head. "Definitely not. They're like- well, you'll be meeting them soon. They won't be too long."

Feliciano sat down at the table once more. Pretty soon he was proven right as Flavio and Andres- oh, no, Lovino and Antonio -came thundering down the stairs.

"Feli, who's the kid?" Flavio- Lovino -asked, jerking his thumb at Luciano, who was surprised to see that he was not wearing the same oddly-colored glasses he wore in his world.

Andres- no, Antonio -slid his arms over Lovino's shoulders and draped himself over the smaller man's body as he tried to pull a carton of milk out of the fridge.

"Maybe he's a 2P," he said over Lovino's muttered curses.

"2P?!" shouted Lovino, throwing Antonio onto the floor as he whirled around to look at Luciano, milk carton held in one hand like a weapon. "Are you 2P?!"

Feliciano nodded his head happily. "Oh yes! He says that his name is Luciano! Guess what? He's me~!"

"Feli, remember how all 2P are supposed to be murdering bastards-"

"Yes, and that's why I went to get you, but when I opened the door to you room you were suck-"

Lovino turned bright red and then slapped Feliciano over the head. "Shut up, dumbass," he muttered quietly.

Antonio cleared his throat. "Well, what should we do? We have to find a way to get Luciano back, right?"

Lovino's face cleared. "Oh. I guess that's true," he said. He screwed the lid off of the milk and grabbed a glass, pouring it in. "Where do you think we could find a way?"

The three 1Ps shared looks, then said in unison, "England."

Luciano jumped to his feet. "That cupcake-eating bastard? Oh no, I won't go, no way!"

Spain choked. "Cupcakes? Oh no, he doesn't cook. One time he tried to make me coffee- he figured it would be like tea -and… well…" Spain shuddered. "It was disgusting."

Lovino snorted. "No fucking kidding. That guy can't cook to save his life. But… he does know a thing or two about magic."

Luciano stared at the three of them. "Your world is so weird," he said.

Lovino snorted again. "You're one to talk!"

AYE**LUV**YOU

Mere hours later, a post-haste World Meeting had been called. Well, technically it wasn't really the world; just the main countries of Europe and North America. The Magic Trio was there- Norway, Romania, and England -as was the only other countries to have seen the 2P world- Denmark, the Netherlands, and Liechtenstein

"How did you come to be here?" England asked, trying to be as polite as he could manage. It still wasn't nearly as polite as his normal, 2P self.

"I have no idea," grumbled Luciano. "I just showed up in Rome this morning and figured if I was in the 1P I might as well find some people I know."

Feliciano waved from the chair next to his 2P counterpart and Lovino slapped his hand down, causing a wounded expression to touch Feliciano's face.

England turned to the people who had been to the 2P. "How did you get there when you went?"

Denmark shrugged. "I was drunk."

The Netherlands took a drag from his pipe, then said, "Well, I vaguely remember being in a brothel somewhere in the depths of Amsterdam when it happened. Maybe I'm too gifted at sex to stay in this world."

England rolled his eyes. "What about you, Liech… Lich…" He huffed out a breath, then said, "Can I call you by your human name?"

Liechtenstein smiled. "Of course, Mister England, sir. My name is Lili, and I am happy to be of service to you." She gave a light curtsy, and Luciano was instantly drawn to her. She was a lot different than the Liechtenstein of his world; she was kind instead of bossy and polite instead of whiny.

"How exactly did you get to the 2P world?"

"Well, one moment I was just sitting there, minding my own business with a cup of Swiss hot chocolate, and the next moment I was in my other brother's home." She frowned lightly. "My other self was not very nice."

"And how did you get back?" England pressed.

"Well, we decided that the only way to get me back was if I did the same thing I had been doing when I got there, so I made myself some Swiss hot chocolate and sat down in my chair, and then suddenly I was back." She shrugged lightly. "It was all very confusing and I didn't really understand it."

England nodded. "I see. I'm supposing that all you have to do is do exactly what you were doing when you first got here," said England to Luciano now. "So, what were you doing?"

Luciano shrugged. "Well, Flavio- my Romano -dragged me along shopping with him."

Everyone turned to stare at Romano, who blushed and stepped closer to Spain. "Wh-what, sometimes a nice shopping spree is fun!" he said defensively, though he didn't really have any reason to be defensive.

"So… Does this mean that you have to go on a shopping spree with Romano?" England asked.

"Oh hell no, I'm not going with that fashionless little fuck- I-I mean…" Romano quailed under the looks everyone gave him and shrank behind Spain, who grinned as if he didn't know what exactly was going on.

Luciano frowned. "Well, no- I think that at the exact moment I disappeared we had just run into Liechtenstein and she was whining about something or other-"

Liechtenstein blushed. "I'm very sorry," she said demurely, gazing down at the floor.

"It's not your fault," said Luciano. "Anyhow, she was saying how Switzerland hadn't gotten her the dress that she wanted and she just kept going on and on, and then suddenly I was here."

England nodded. "Okay. I guess that means that Norway, Romania, and I can cast some sort of spell and you and Liechtenstein shall have a conversation and then you will be sent back. I think," he added under his breath.

Luciano shrugged. "I have nothing to lose," he said.

"Wow, you're so brave!" Feliciano said, grabbing Luciano's arm. "I would never be able to do something like that!"

Luciano rolled his eyes. "As expected from a wimpy 1P."

Feliciano didn't seem to realize that Luciano had insulted him and he just kept chattering to himself about this and that and whatever went on in his brain.

AYE**LUV**YOU

A couple of hours later England, Romania, and Norway had set up their spells. Luciano and Lili were standing in a circle made up of intricate spells drawn in chalk. They had been holding hands in front of them at first, but then England said not to, and so now their hands were at their sides.

England shrugged. Most of the other countries had, by this time, disappeared. The Netherlands and Denmark had gone first, looking around shiftily. They were obviously going to smoke a joint- or possibly more than one.

"Now just… talk," he said. "There's nothing much I can help you with there."

Luciano shrugged, and Lili smiled at him.

"What should we talk about?" she asked.

"Whatever you want," he said.

"I don't know what to talk about," she said with a small laugh.

He smiled back at her. "I have no idea."

They paused for a moment, and then she said, "I suppose that we both have brothers?"

And suddenly it was like floodgates had been opened; they talked and talked and talked and talked. They talked so much that any remaining countries soon left. They talked so much that England almost left, but he had to stay and keep an eye on the spell, along with Norway and Romania.

Suddenly Luciano began to feel a strange sensation that he vaguely recognized from just before he left his own world. He sort of vaguely remembered feeling vaguely squeamish right before he ended up in the 1P, but he only remembered it now.

"Are you okay?" Lili asked quietly. "You kind of look a bit… faded."

"I think I'm starting to go back," he said softly. He gazed at her, and the expression on her face told him that she was just as unwilling as he was to just let him leave.

Without warning, he leaned forward and cupped her face in his hand, then pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft against his and warmth filled his mouth as she pressed closer, deepening the kiss. Suddenly the strange feeling grew stronger.

When he opened his eyes, he was in the 2P… and so was Lili.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as she turned to look around. "Are we… in the 2P?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," he said. "This is my world."

She leaned closer to him. "Isn't everyone here scary?" she asked.

"No," he said. "They're just different than in your world."

She still seemed frightened, but she turned back to look at him and her smile was as bright as the stars shining through the many galaxies that separated them from Earth.

"Well, I suppose we'll be alone here, then?" she asked fondly.

He grinned at her. "Want to get some coffee?"

She laughed. "Would I ever." She sounded like a teen from the fifties, and it was adorable.

Luciano wondered if he could find a way to keep her here.

Viva's Ghost: I thought it was impossible to die from laughter. I was wrong.

A/N I had fun with this one~! Thanks for the request, Mystery fan!