A Story Best not Retold - Hetalia/HetaOni Fanfiction

Chapter Two - Lilacs and Chloroform

// Hello again, and good evening, look who it is, I am back, and writing yet another chapter to one of my fanfictions. However, I am also coming to a sad realization that Hetalia is considerably more dead that I originally thought it was, and that makes me really sad, actually. However, I will not be discouraged, because I know for a fact that there are still fans out there, and I hope to find the soon. Have a nice read, good and bad criticism is welcome, and please, have a pleasant read. :) 

-  - - -Luciano's (Point of View)- - - -

As I stood in front of my mirror where I lived, I waited. There was only a certain time that this damned glass would work. Due to a peak in our worlds, our mirror could only contact the other world at two points in a day. 8:00 in the morning, and 8:00 at night. Meaning time was limited. At max, the mirror would only stay active for about an hour. Maybe two if it were to be a solstice or an equinox. Humorously enough, the functionality all depended on the sun, and functionality with the planet. 

Of course, I had  reason to be waiting. There was always a reason to be here. That reason was simply just to see my counterpart. Feliciano Vargas. To imagine that the only thing we had in common was the fact that we looked the same. For the most part. However, it was implausible that we would become friends. Yet we did. 

Then again, on the same note, it was all under a strain of luck that we met the first time. However, in the end, it was one of the most beneficial things to our world really. It helped our world stay together. Not on a social scale, or at least, not completely. We were all rotten, and will always have some part of us that will remain that way. 

He helped us before, and at first, as all doppelgangers do, I hated him. I hated him with all of my being, and yet there I was, fretting over him when he had gone missing. Along with the rest of the nations. Over time, he was someone I came to appreciate in my life, I never got too much of a chance to talk with him for a while before our interconnection through the mirrors became more obvious. Being as I am who I am, I am personally more surprised I did not notice it sooner. I was always right about my feelings, and how if I got a certain feeling in the pit of my stomach, something bad would happen. 

My 1p, and all of the others, what happened to them. It never gave even me a warning. They all vanished, and I was there everyday, just to see an abandoned house. Being as my counterpart is meant to be wealthy, quite a few people had tried to rob his house. I did my best to ward them off, driving off 4 of the. After all, a person in the mirror without someone to produce it is scary enough, isn't it? 

My thoughts got a hold of me, and I caught myself zoning out, still pondering on the matter. Of course, I was still thinking about my clone. However, my thoughts were jumbled, and failed to produce me anything of satisfaction for me to remember them. I was so caught up in even that thought that I failed to notice when my reflection shifted to my lighter version, looking at me from a sitting position against the wall. 

" Ve~ Luci, are you busy, do you need some time?"  his voice seemed to be a little washed out. Be it by the inter-worldly interference, or by his own accord of mood. Either way, the lighter haired version of me looked quite ill, if not; dare I say, zombie-like. 

"Che, no. Anyway, what is the matter with you? You look sick, did you not eat again this morning?" although I asked him, I already knew. His own emotions were taking a toll on him, and I often got a blunt end, met with a lie. I wished he would trust me enough to tell the truth, knowing I call him out on his bullshit ever single time.