A Story Best not Retold - Hetalia/HetaOni Fanfiction

Chapter Three: Urgent

// Well, wow. It has been almost an entire year since I have updated this fanfic. However, to be fair, I got myself wrapped up in so many other fanfictions it's not even funny. (It wasn't even funny before, not going to lie). I got sucked back into the Hetalia fandom so freaking hard it's not funny and it is kinda scaring me. However, that part is not too important. What is important is that I am here to continue this fic, and maybe finish it.//

-

Luciano stood in place, seething, yelling at the man from his world. He threatened him profusely, eventually getting to the point where he was spouting nothing but pure obscenities in his native language.

The intruder stood there, grinning in a sickening manner to the Italian, taking immense pleasure from the amount of rage that he was showing. "Come on, you can't be all that upset about this. I have no idea who you are, but you look like one of those cliche mirror-image ghosts that always gets shown on the internet. Crawl back to your little space in the underworld where you belong, and stop making such a racket. You will wake my target from his sleep and I might just have to kill him and keep him dead until I reach my destination."

Luciano had fallen silent at this point, glaring intently to the man. "I swear on my last name that I will make my way into that world, hunt you down, and gut you out like the swine you are." he threatened. His deep violet eyes narrowed to the intruder, "I will take as long as inhumanely possible, to makes sure you suffer, the way you should-"

In the middle of the threat, several people came rushing into the room; this group consisted of Kuro, Lutz and Flavio.

The Japanese man started to speak first, his red eyes focused on the Italian rather than the mirror that rested in front of him. "Che, what is going on here? Why are you being so 'roud?!" The bold man complained, remaining annoyed. However, he stopped as soon as he noticed that Luciano wasn't even paying attention. His eyes never left the mirror. "What are you staring a-" His eyes fell on the surface, taking in the figure of an unfamiliar person in the place that was supposed to be Luciano's counterpart's house.

Seeing the Japanese man rushing forward, the German and fellow Italian followed.

Once they got closer, all of them stopped, immediately growing defensive, and nearly rageful. Luciano was quivering with rage, his knife of choice still in his hand, as it had become obvious that he had stabbed the wall a couple times in an attempt from breaking the mirror in anger.

Kuro narrowed his eyes, his hands instinctively going to reach for the hilt of his sword, before he had to re-convince himself that slashing a sword at the mirror will do absolutely nothing. "Who are you, and why are you at Fericiano's house?" He coldly inquired, his eyes growing darker each passing second.

Lutz cracked his knuckles, his own eyes were darker as well. Flavio, despite looking pretty casual next to him, kept a dark demeanor.

"That is none of your concern. It's not like you can harm me after all. Now.. I would stay and chat, but I have places to be, and debts to pay." The man stands up, hoisting the limp Feliciano over his shoulder, before curtly turning to the mirror, and grinning wickedly to the onlookers, who all start to yell in protest and anger. "I can't afford to have any of you odd illusions ratting me out, now can I?" He laughs, before, grabbing one of the many loose objects on the floor that had been dropped in the scuffle with Feliciano. "Goodbye." He smashed it against the mirror, immediately shattering it to the point of being nothing but specks on the ground.

On the other side of the mirror, Luciano grit his teeth in frustration. "One of you, go and call Oliver. Promptly." he demanded, before putting his knife back in its holster. "Tell him we need to get to the 1P world as soon as possible."