Arthur Kirkland looked like your average British gentlemen. He never skipped tea time, he held open doors for others and had the best of manners. But this man is no ordinary man, he is the personification of a country: Britain to be exact. Most of the other 'countries' thought him insane because he could see mythical creatures but no one knew the true InSanITy that was locked away deep inside of him...

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Britain stormed out the doors of the meeting that just had ended. He had been arguing with Francis Bonnefoy, the personification of France, yet again.

It had started when the topic of food was brought up. France stood up and teased him for his scones that looked like stones. It ended with the personification of Germany dismissing the meeting.

He stopped at his car and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a mint colored bunny with wings flew towards him and landed on his shoulder.

"Flying Mint Bunny! Long time, no see." The blonde exclaimed with a small smile spreading across his face.

"Sorry I haven't been able to come Britain! Something weird has been going on and I wanted to check on you!" Flying Mint Bunny replied.

"Something weird?"

"Yes, weird voices have been floating around in people's heads. I'm sorry but I must go now! Be safe!" And with that, the mint colored creature vanished.

'How odd' Britain thought as he entered his car.

—•—•—

That night, Britain thought over his friend's words. 'Weird voices floating around people's heads? That's a bunch of nonsense!' He thought as he slipped into his bed. 'Might as well go to sleep' he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

'Hello Artie~ Nice to finally talk to each other, isn't it?' A thick British accent cut through his dreams.

'Who are you?! And my name isn't Artie!' Britain replied.

'I am you and you are me. But at the same time, we are completely different people!' The voice replied.

'That doesn't make any sense!'

'Oh, now don't be that way! I am a part of you. But I can't really do anything. You see, you control your actions, right?'

'Of course I do!'

'Well, I can control I guess "us" too! The thing is, only one of us can be in control at a time.'

'What's your point?'

'You see, I want to help you. Make you... Stronger. Make the others regret saying all those horrible things about you. A failure, a terrible brother, rude, annoying, a bad cook~'

'Sh-shut up!'

'It's not me who is saying it. I'm merely repeating memories! All you have to do is unlock the door that I am behind and look in the mirror. Then, you will be free of all torment and pain.'

'N-no. I won't do that!'

'Why not?'

'I'm perfectly fine how I am!'

'You're lying to yourself, poppet. I know what your real choice is. Oh well, I guess I shall leave for now.. Goodbye Artie~'

Arthur woke up suddenly and sat up, scared of what was to become of him.

'I mustn't let him in.' Britain told himself sternly. He got out of bed and pulled on his military uniform. Another long meeting day was ahead.

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"Hey, did you guys know that I'm the hero?!?!" Alfred F. Jones (America) yelled as he jumped up on the table.

"Well did you know I'm AWESOMER than you?" Gilbert (Prussia) replied, joining the American on the table. The two started arguing about which was awesomer and the other nations started their own arguments.

Britain rubbed his temples and glared at the scene, wanting it to stop.

'If you allowed me to take control I could end their bickering, poppet~' the voice from last night said.

"Oh not you again.." Britain tried ignoring the voice but finally, he snapped...

'Okay. Do whatever the bloody hell you want just shut up!' He growled.

'Really? You've given up that easily. Okay. Excuse yourself and go to the nearest mirror. I'll be waiting~' a sickening laugh erupted from the back of his mind as he stood up and excused himself.

He entered the bathroom and stared in the mirror only to find a man that almost looked exactly like him staring back. The man had messy, strawberry blonde hair and  light blue eyes with strange, pink swirls in the center of them.

"Goodbye poppet. It's my turn now!" His reflection said and everything turned black.

Britain opened his eyes to find blood everywhere. Limp bodies of countries where strewn across the table and floor.

'WHAT DID YOU DO!' He screamed at the look-alike.

'The real question is, what did YOU do?' The man replied, chuckling softly.

TiME to BaKe~

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