Secrets and lies. (Hetaoni and 2p fanfic)

Chapter 13

Loop 2

Italy's P.O.V
             When I opened my eyes I found, to my delight, that everyone was just starting the game of truth or dare. I tuned out thinking about how all of those countries turned into flesh eating monsters until England asked me truth or dare. I absent mindedly  answered truth. "Italy, are you even paying attention?" England asked with an annoyed look on his face.
"Ve, sorry. Can you please repeat the question?" I put the innocent tone back in my voice. Depending on England's question, I would be able to tell if they remembered the whole 2p conversation, zombie apocalypse and my trip to the 2p realm or not.
"Italy, why to you always have that flag with you? It's useless." He sighed. Welp, that certainly proves that they don't remember the first loop of the national zombie apocalypse. I smiled.

______Ve Pasta~_________

Germany's P.O.V
Italy had a far off look in his eyes. Honestly, I think he had a little to much wine at dinner tonight. It was either that or he was thinking about pasta again. I sent England an apology when Italy made no sign of hearing the question. "Italy, are you even paying attention?" England asked.
That shook my boyfriend out of his trance. "Ve, sorry. Can you please repeat the question?" He cheerfully replied. I smiled. Italy was acting like his old self again.
                 "Italy, why to you always have that flag with you? It's useless."  The smile dropped off of my face. Why did he just insult him? He should know how sensitive he is. But to my shock Italy just smiled.
"Ve, my flag isn't useless! It can be used for bandages as well as a..." he started to say but he was cut off.
"Feliciano Vargas! You have some explaining to do about why the zombie apocalypse has started over here! I know you had something to do with it or you wouldn't have turned the clock back!!!" An angry voice yell from...the mirror? Everyone turned to look at were the voice came from. Italy's clone stood there looking pissed. Wait, how do I know he is my boyfriend's clone?
"Don't yell at me, Luci. How was I supposed to know that this time instead of the Oni, there are zombies? I am working on it as fast as I can, so chill." Italy said coolly. The man grumbled about how stupid this whole situation was. "You know, I can still hear you!" Italy yelled as the man turned and vanished after calling Italy a very NOT nice name. What was that about?
                        Britain walked up to the Italian and smacked him before I could intervene. "You promised that you would stop talking to him! Remember last time? Well news flash, he tried to kill you!" He seethed. Italy just chuckled. What is going on here? This isn't the Italy that I know. His eyes were the most noticeable change. They went from honey/amber to a deep crimson. Honestly, he looked like his clone. I shivered.
"No England, he did not try to kill me. He was trying to kill someone else but missed and nailed me instead. Besides, the mansion in in the past. Do your best to forget it. Leave those memories to me." Italy grinned. That grin didn't look right on him. It was sinister. England stumbled backward as if he was smacked. "Besides, why on earth would I stop talking to my best friend?"
"Best friend?! Italy, he is a murderer! His kind are crazy and would do anything to kill us!" England yelled. Italy just studied him with those crimson eyes. I nonchalantly signaled to England's to look at my boyfriend's eyes. England did and nearly fell over.

_____ Ve Pasta~________

England's P.O.V
Italy is a bloody fool. I know he has grown up a lot but he is still naïve about a lot of things. Namely the 2ps. When is he going to learn that they are bad news? He tilted his head to the side as if he was listening to something, or rather, someone. He chuckled and started to toss his infamous silver dirk in his right had. He seriously needs to put that  blade away. No one has gotten used to him having a weapon, specifically Canada and I since no one else remembers anything apparently. Romano watched his brother with unease. Makes sense, since he is holding a weapon. Germany signed and did something really stupid. He took Italy's blade.
"Hey! Give that back! Ugh! Fine, you can keep it for the time being but I will need that!!!!!!!" Italy gave up trying to get his blade back. Germany seems to be handling this well. Yet again he did call me to ask me if I did something to Italy when he woke up since he was acting odd. Poor guy. "Well, believe what you will Arthur. But you seem to forget that I am not the only one who has changed around here. You have too. Haven't you notice that your magic is stronger that ever before?" He stated causally.  I paused. 
                       "You better not be implying what I think you are, Feliciano." I seethed. He chuckled darkly.
                       "Who said I was Feliciano? Did you not study the 2ps?" He grinned. I stood dumbfounded. Canada chose this time to intervene.
"Luciano, knock it off. And England, he has a point. Your magic has gotten stronger." He reasoned. He turned to the rest of the nations. "I will give you a tip on how to tell when Italy switches minds with Luciano. It's their eyes. Italy's eyes are amber while Luciano's is crimson. When they are talking their eyes hold a little of the opposites color." He explained.
"So, you are saying that my fratello is not my fratello?"
                        "Pretty much. But only if my eyes are red!" Luciano chimed in. "Don't worry, Feli will be back soon. He is checking something on my side of the mirror." Not a minute later and Italy's eyes switched color.
                         "Ok....you all are staring at me. I'm not going to lie and say that that is not creepy at all." He rubbed his neck nervously. "I take it you have questions." Romano was the first to respond.
                         "Idiota, a word please. Alone. " He grabbed his brother and dragged him out of the living room. Germany just shook his head.
                           "I have stopped trying to understand Italy a long time ago because the list of weirdness just keeps growing."
                            "Same amigo. I'm glad that I am not the only one who is keeping a list of all stuff I don't understand about those two." Spain agreed.
                            From outside the room I could here a muffled, 'Fuck you you jerk bastard! And double fuck you potato bastard!!!!!"