The Four Are Really One (A Hetalia Fanfiction)

.•°*Part three*°•.

One in black, one in green, and one in violet, each with their own distinct trademark, Arthur was right. Emilian and the apparent clones looked at each other curiously.

"What happened?" Asked the green one.

"I-I'm not too sure but it was weird!!" Squeaked the violet one.

"I don't like this.." Muttered the black one.

Emilian couldn't believe his eyes, and neither could Lukas or Arthur. Their jaws slack in awe, the three gazed at the alternate personalities of the Romanian. At first it was a simple staring contest, but the one in black broke the anxious silence. "What the hell happened here?!"

"You're a part of Emilian, just like the other two.." Lukas replied, rolling his eyes. "You just sort of...spawned from him."

The other two chimed in, simultaneously asking, "Who's Emilian?"

Emilian raise a finger, an expression of shock still stuck on his face. "I am....and so are you, I think." He replied, voice lacking any emotion. What did he just do? How could he fix it? There can't be four versions of himself, there can only be one, and that one is him!!

"We must figure out how to fix this, Emilian! Lukas!" Arthur spoke up, grabbing Emilian's spellbook and flipping through the pages. It was all in Romanian, none of which Arthur could comprehend, and it irritated him. He seemed to be the only one eager to repair the damages and get the three of them out of this predicament. Returning Emilian's three other personified personalities to him was a top priority.

Lukas shrugged. "What's to do?"

"A-Anything!!! E-Emilan!!!!" Arthur snapped, slamming the spellbook down on the table and causing everyone in the room to jolt up in surprise.

Emilian whipped his head around and frowned. "Yes yes, I know I need to fix this!!! But isn't this cool at the same time?! There's three other copies of me!!! I can name them all and let them be my other brothers!!" His tone was bubbling with excitement as he spoke, and the other three butted in, speaking over one another to the point where it was all a jumble of gibberish.

"WOULD YOU THREE STOP THAT?!?" Arthur shouted, once again, startling everyone. "Bloody hell, why are you so excited over this mistake Emilian?!?!"

Emilian beamed and turned to face his clones. "Well...I'm not exactly sure! But I'm keeping them, at least for a little while! I have names for them too!"

The black one scoffed. "What are they then?"

Emilian pointed at the one in black. "You're Unu. Then you in the purple...you're Sase. And you in the green....Patru!"

Arthur and Lukas both facepalmed.

"I swear, Emilian...you are beyond weird sometimes..."