The German didn't want to believe it. They looked so similar, both having the same features and even walk. Yet, this wasn't his little Italian. No, not at all. Italy wouldn't sit like that. He wouldn't have such a sinister smile in place nor be boldly flipping a knife in the air like that.
Germany turned to the single person who could be responsible for this. "England, what is the meaning of this!?" He snapped, trying to keep the shaking worry from his voice.
The blonde Englishman shook his head. "I honestly couldn't tell you," he said. "I haven't even messed with my black magic lately."
"It's Oliver's fault," the dark Italian piped in, speaking for the first time. He tossed his knife into the care, catching it with ease. "The idiota nation decided to call a war in the middle of our meeting, blasting me with Dio maledetto black magic." Italy sighed, jumping up from his perk on the table, placing his knife back in its holster. "No doubt Lutz and Koyo are fighting those vile Allies as we speak."
"What did you call us!?" America snapped.
"Al-Alfred," Canada whispered, "please stop."
"I will not stop Mattie! He called us vile!"
The darker Italy chuckled, causing everyone to look at him. "Oh, don't mind me, continue fighting. This is the most interesting thing I've seen since appearing here," his smile turned sinister. "Much more fun than watching this boring meeting continue. And, for the record, I called you cowardly, not vile, idiota. I knew James wasn't the smartest, but doubted his second player would be this stupid."
"Who are you calling stupid, coward?!" America yelled.
"America-san," Japan hesitantly interrupted, "should we not focus on what Italy-kun said. Perhaps who is this James?"
"Oui," France leaned forward, "also, what did you call Alfred, a 'first player'?"
"Si," Italy nodded. "You may not know of us, but we know all about you. You are the first players, 1Ps, the first world to be created. We, I, am the second players, 2Ps, the second world to be created.
"Interesting," France muttered, rubbing his bearded chin. "Tell me, Feliciano, what is so different from us '1Ps' and you '2Ps'?"
"My name isn't Feliciano," Italy growled, "don't compare me to that vile weakling! I am Alessandro!"
"Ja," Germany's jaw was tight as he wondered what could have happened to his Italy to turn him into this. "Alessandro, then, how are our worlds so different?"
Alessandro tilted his head, chuckling darkly. "My word, it is so much more fun," he answered simply before letting out a bloodcurdling laugh that even had Germany shivering in his boots.
"Italy," Ludwig whispered, "What could have happened to you?"