England finally had a spare quiet moment and snuck away to the basement of his home while no one was around. It was where he stored all his unusual possessions from over the years; all nations had them. It was always a quiet far off room of times long past that collected trinkets and dust. Places that held memories and valuable antiques that would drive the most diligent of collectors mad to see what was there.

The light barely worked within the small room and his feet left trails on the floor making him cringe at the sight. How long had it been since he had been down here to attempt do any tidying? He tried to ignore the state of the room and headed straight for the back for some of his oldest items, the ones that had changed houses as he did and survived the turmoil over the years. Though this was not a time for nostalgia and reading through his old books and reflecting on his somewhat fonder memories. He didn't want to resort to this, but now knew he had no other option. It was time to use the most dangerous magic he had ever performed once again.

Hidden behind several tall pieces of furniture hung a small rectangular item on the wall and covered by a sheet. He always made sure to hide it so that he would never have to see it even if he needed to make trips down to this room. The sheet had greyed over the years from the white that it had once been and stained in several places. He stared at it for several minutes to convince himself that this truly needed to be done. The only way to solve the current problems with the nations was to use this. But oh, how he did not want to.

Before he could change his mind and return upstairs he grabbed a fistful of the cloth and ripped it away from the wall in one quick motion. Dust flew in all directions, catching in his eyes and causing him to sneeze. He waved a hand to clear some of the particles away and gazed up at the object on the wall.

At first glance, one would assume that what lay on the wall was a simple painting of the owner of the house and nothing about it would draw too many visitors' attentions. The frame was large and made of brass with a fine pattern molded around the edges and resting inside it was a man that looked similar to England himself, sitting quietly and gazing nowhere in particular in front a plain backdrop.

All would be normal if it truly was a painting and not a mirror. Or if the man's eyes were green like his was.

He hit the side of the frame with his hand, glaring at the still form in front of him. If there was nothing more that he hated than dealing with that man. "Wake up, you git." He snapped, eyeing the figure with a reproachful glare.

The man shifted and yawned, stretching after remaining in the same position for a time and turned his tired blue gaze over, instantly becoming bubbly and cheerful at the sight of his guest. "You're here to see me!" he squealed, jumping forward and pressing his face against the glass barrier dividing them.

"Yes…" England admitted slowly, hating that he even had to speak with this person at all. Well, to be perfectly honest, speaking with him was better than admitting that this… thing… was him. "I need your help with something-"

"Oh, of course you do." The other him giggled, leaning his head on his hand. "What do you need from me?"

"It will involve you coming out and helping me fix a few magical… Hey! Calm down in there!" His reflection had taken the news of release a little too well, by gasping and laughing loudly.

"I get to leave?!" he excitedly exclaimed, followed by a squeal. "How long has it been? What have I missed? Have America and Canada grown out of that awful child stage?"

England growled. "You can't be out for long. You know the rules."

The reflection rolled his sky blue eyes. "Yes, yes, I know. We can't inhabit the same world for more than a few days or we unravel reality or something dreadful like that." He tutted and shook his head. "Mother warned us not to meddle in dangerous magics…."

"Leave her out of this…" England hissed and crossed his arms. "Or I'll leave you there."

"I thought you needed me?" The smiled wilted slightly at the thought of being left within his mirror confines. "I would very much like to come out, please."

England's frown was still stuck in place; likely permanently at this point. "You are to come out, help me reverse a few wishes and then I am putting you back. Do you understand?"

The other reluctantly nodded, keeping his head low. "I understand."

"Good." England waved his hand over the frame, muttering a few words and watching as inky black symbols etched across the glass until the surface was coated in the dark substance and it began to ripple and bubble. He kept up his chanting, feeling the soft white wings take their place on his back as the ritual continued and the swirling black pool began to pull away from its place on the wall and oozed to form a puddle on the floor by his feet. It grew, morphing into the shape of his reflection and the other him sighed once it was complete and his leathery bat wings stretched out behind him.

He took a moment to get his bearings, holding his hands out in front of him and giggling further, much to England annoyance. "Don't get too used to it." He spun on his heel, the wings on them both already beginning to fade away. "We have some planning to do before we see the nations tomorrow."

"Britannia Angel?" He asked quietly, using an abnormally serious tone and tilting his head as he watched England's back. "Things must have gotten pretty bad for you to call on my help."

"I'll fill you in upstairs," England muttered over his shoulder, picking his way through the trail he had left on his way in, "Britannia Demon."

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