Crystalline Constellations

S2 E4: Reality's Reflection [Part 2/2]

"Okay, this is probably just us being slow, but basically, what's going on is that the Nordics and the others, after being lured to England's house, have been captured by some women who are from an alternate universe, and these women are parallel versions of you, Starfire, Sandra and Jenny?" Asked Hungary.

"Yeah, that's pretty much the long and short of it." Replied Eleanor. "I don't really know, but there might have possibly been others from their world in the house."

"Da, I agree." Nodded Russia. "I doubt those ladies would have come alone to this universe, however they managed to do that, without reinforcements. We would have been able to put up more of a fight."

"Didn't you also say that the ones you encountered were lookalikes of you and the other 3 girls?" Said Austria. Him, Elizabeta, Ivan, Ells, Kiku, Poland and Spain were all gathered in Roderich's house right now, stood in the same room in which he kept his piano. Russia, Japan and the electrokinetic girl had, after the others were captured on England's front lawn, ran to the purple-eyed one's house and got some of the other nations together to formulate a plan.

"They weren't just lookalikes; I believe they are versions of the girls but from a parallel universe, based on how similar their voices sounded as well." Said Kiku.

"Like in movies?" Poland spoke up. "When people find themselves, or their, like, counterparts anyway, but they're from a different world which is like the original but a little bit different?" 

"I think so." Nodded the black-haired island nation. 

"And this one that the alternate reality girls are from is most likely a darker one." Added Eleanor. "Like the dark side of the moon." 

"So what are we going to do?" Said Spain. "I don't have a good feeling about their intentions at all..." 

"I don't know, I genuinely do not know. I don't know what exactly the alternate reality versions are planning either, but I just hope the others are alright; that's my main concern." The blonde female responded. "I do have a couple of ideas for putting together a plan, though..." 

A few miles away, in the prime reality England's house, all was silent except for one single, solitary sound that continuously made everyone's skin crawl: the sound of Italy's alternate reality counterpart, Luciano, sharpening his prized combat knife and making it even more deadly and frightening than it already was, which was certainly saying something.

 "Keep going, you'll make Jack the Ripper dead jealous." Remarked Jenny, both because of her growing irritation that these lookalikes of her and her friends had captured them like this and also annoyance at these incessant noises of the one who looked like Italy sharpening his blade. This earned her a frosty glare from the violet-eyed Mediterranean nation himself. 

"Now now, ma cherie..." Said the silky-smooth but nonetheless callous voice of Francois Bonnefoy, reminding her of a well-known enemy. "There's no need for snide remarks to Luciano, is there...?" He knelt down next to her, with the other captured ones also sat on the floor around her with their hands and feet tied together, and he traced his fingers down her cheek like his hand was a spider; so far it seemed like his approach to relationships, unlike Francis, was lust over actual love. While attempting and failing to turn her head away from him, she was trying not to gag when she got hit in the face by the sickly-sweet aroma coming from the lit cigar that was hanging out of his mouth. "I know you're capable of playing nicely-..."

"For god's sake, could you just stop for once, Francois?" He was cut off all of a sudden by Alejandra, who was stood by the window as a lookout, assault rifle in hand.