It was a long day from work/school. You were both mentally and physically exhausted. The only thing that kept your body moving was the motivation that your bed was eagerly waiting for you with its soft covers and fluffy pillows. Oh! And don’t forget that poster with all your Hetalia characters on it! Yes, you were a megafan of Hetalia, almost to the point of obsession; but there was one character you greatly admired. Who am I kidding? You were absolutely IN LOVE with Mr. Sexy (fav Hetalia character)!!!
As you walked to the front door of your house, and took out your keys. But sadly as you took them out of your pants pocket, you accidentally dropped them.
Staring at the keys on the ground, you desperately wished that you had telekinetic powers to make the keys fly magically into your hand.
However, life is cruel, so grumbling along with slight pain in your back, you reached to pick them up but once you stood up and looked through the window of your house to the full length mirror in your living room, you saw the ghostly reflection of your favorite Hetalia character right beside your own reflection.
Shocked you took a step back, but as life would have it, you tripped on your own two feet and landed on your derriere. “Ow”, you proceeded to rub your bruised rump as you suddenly remembered that your favorite character from Hetalia was in your mirror.
Ignoring your body’s pleas to not move so quickly, you unlocked the door to your house, slammed the door behind you, rushed into your living room, and stared at the mirror. Half expecting to see the ghostly reflection to come back, you stood staring at it for a long time until you gave up. “Ugh. It was probably just my overexhausted mind making me see things again. Why can’t something awesome in my life happen to me?” You and your tired reflection put a hand to your/hers face and gave a long sigh. Little did _____ know that once she took off her eyes off the mirror for a moment, the ghostly image of the said man appeared next to her own reflected one and gave a small smile before disappearing once again as ______ looked up again.
You decided that what you saw from the mirror was a hallucination from your overworked mind. You dragged yourself upstairs to your room and began undressing yourself. You put on a semi-loose [f/c] tank top that your father gave you that one Christmas a long time ago; it kind of reminded you of him since it used to be one of his old shirts. He only gave it to you because when you were really tiny, you always wanted to look cool like your dad, so this one particular shirt he had looked so awesome and breathtaking, it made your tiny child heart set on having it. Then one Christmas, your dad decided to give you that old shirt that you seemed to love so much to make you happy,,, that and the tanktop shrunk in the dryer.
Smiling at the memory, you grabbed a pair of soft cotton black shorts and put them on. Feeling comfortable, you looked down at your tank top and then blushed. You forgot that the tanktop you wore revealed the sides of your [cup sized] breasts; imagine if any of the neighbors saw you wearing your tanktop this way! You quickly searched for a bra and luckily you found a nice clean grey one. You hastily put it on. “Why did I forget to put on such a vital piece of underwear? Oh right, it was because of that memory” Swaying your head side to side and smiling at that memory, you walked into the bathroom that was jointly connected to your bedroom and looked the mirror.
You looked down to all the makeup and hair accessories in front of you, glinting happily at you, as if to say ‘hurry up and put me on!’ You gave another sigh and you grabbed a random ponytail band; it was obvious that you had no plans or work to do tonight.
In other words, tonight was just you, yourself, and moo~. (yeah I say that when I am bored XD )
So you put your [h/l] [h/c] into a ponytail, leaving two locks of hair on either side of your [h/s] face. Before you turned around to go to bed, a glint from the ponytail band caught your eye. You turned around confused, “That’s weird; I don’t have any sparkles on any my pony- OH!”
You remembered that the ‘random’ ponytail band you wrapped around your hair was a gift from your mom. You went through a stage when you were younger to be exactly like your mother. Your mom is one of those fashionista slash shopaholic types, who loves anything fashionable… or sparkly.
So naturally when she came home wearing that one sparkly ponytail band, you automatically wanted it. Excited that you were finally getting over the want for your dad’s clothes (or so she thought), she gave you the ponytail for your birthday. As your tiny hands opened the gift from your mom, you were exploding with happiness that you had the sparkly [second f/c] ponytail in your hand; but once you turned it over in your hand, you saw that on the other side, it had a tiny crystal shaped heart that glittered everytime light hit it.
Coming back from that flashback, you finally realized that you were staring at the mirror for quite some time. “Jesus! I better get my head out of the clouds and go to sleep!” Not any sooner after you said that, your stomach gave a little rumble. Trying to ignore it, you were about to lie on your bed when your stomach gave another LOUD growl. Giving a little snicker you said, “Alright! Let’s eat a little snack before bed!” In a response your stomach gave a smaller growl.
You walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen to prepare and eat your snack. After you were done eating your snack, you went to lie on your couch that was coincidentally in front of the full-length mirror.
You remembered getting that mirror at an antique shop. In all honesty it was a very pretty mirror, with its elegant design and gold metal plating. You naturally were attracted to it and paid a handsome price for it. The only thing that struck you as odd though was when the 70ish year old saleswoman told you was “That mirror is both a gift and a curse. It can make your dreams come true. But remember that there is always a cost”. You shrugged off her warning, logically thinking ‘Really? Does this woman think I am stupid? A wish granting mirror? Why give me that charming sales pitch if I already purchased the mirror?’
After you recalled that memory, you smirked. “She must have a screw loose or something. Pfft! Wish granting mirror my a-“ As you were talking and observing your form in front of the mirror, you saw something move inside it.
You shut your mouth, stood up from the couch, eyes widening as big as saucers and thought ‘D-did I just see something MOVE INSIDE the mirror?!’
You walked closer to the huge mirror then stopped a few feet away. Your eyes peered into the mirror, searching for anything that might have moved inside it. As you turned your head to the side, you thought back to what that old woman had said. “Wow. I must be as crazy as that lady if I am truly to believe that this mirror actually grants wishes” You felt compelled to look back at the mirror and saw your own lonely reflection. With a huff of breath, you rolled your eyes and said, “Well why not? I might as well give that wishing thing a try”
You set your jaw, stood up straight, closed your eyes and with all your might in your mind, you wished that you can be with your favorite Hetalia nation.
As that strong thought-wish left your mind, a warm gust of wind blew across your face.
Surprised you opened your eyes. And what you saw that right in front of you was the not the reflection of you in the mirror but of the said Hetalia man. Awed by the sight, you went to put your fingers on the glass but was once again shocked to find that the glass was not there; your hands were grasping into nothingness and the man’s reflection seemed to be stepping back away from your hand further into the darkness behind him. Confused you put more of your hand and then arm into the mirror, trying to at least touch him so you can know whether or not if he was real. Little did you know that you were leaning dangerously forward into the mirror.
“What the hell? It’s like I am touching nothing?! And why does he keep backing away from me? Maybe if I go in a little bit more…” You stuck your head and whole upper body into the mirror, until it left you no chance of grabbing something in case you fell. Once figuring that you will fall into the mirror easily, the said nation-reflection smiled and disappeared.
Startled, your feet accidentally tripped on the feet of the glass leg, thus thrusting your body forward.
“What the!? AHHHhhhhhhhhhh!”
You gave a blood-curdling scream before you fell into the darkness and unconsciousness.