Hey, guys! So, I originally wrote this story three years ago on my independent account. My sister and I decided to re-write it because we thought that it could be a lot better. Hopefully, with the help of Meles, I'll actually finish it this time. With all that in mind, we hope you enjoy! :D

~Free

Disclaimer: Hetalia and 2Ptalia belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Chapter 1: A Second England!?

England just got back from the tiresome world meeting that seems to take place in the beginning of every Hetalia fanfiction. He groaned as he walked into his room. All he wanted to do was get some rest. Suddenly, he saw something strange. His mirror was glowing a bright shade of pink. England tilted his head and cautiously approached the mirror. He was about to touch it until he noticed that the reflection was not his own. Splashes of pink and blue were seen for only a moment. England jumped and pulled his hand away. Then, to his surprise, a real person began to slowly crawl out of the mirror. England stared in shock and horror. He had dealt with magic and supernatural creatures in the past, but this was something else entirely.

As the man came out of the mirror, England realized that they looked almost identical. They both had the same height and stature. They even had the same thick eyebrows. However, any similarities stopped there. The man had neat pink hair, because I have no fucking idea. I mean, his 2P!Fem has brown hair, so I don't see why this would be, but whatever. That's what the fandom thinks, I guess. Along with his pink hair, he had glowing blue eyes and wore a pink vest with a light blue bow tie. He also wore tan pants and brown shoes. Notice that this description is the same copy and paste version of 2p!England that the fandom loves for reasons unknown. Shocker.

England shrieked like a little school girl. "W-Who are you?"

The man from the mirror smiled. "Hello there! My name is Oliver Kirkland!"

Wait. Something's not right. Let's try that again.

The man from the mirror smiled. This time, however, he spoke with an ungodly thick cockney accent. "Lawd above! 'Ello there, poppet! My name is Oliver Kirkland an' I am yahr 2p!"

Perfect.

The original England scratched his head. "The fuck is a 2P?"

"Lor' luv a duck! Thee don't know? Well, a 2P is short fer Second Player. It's like when two people pick da same character ter play in a video game! One 'as a differen' color palette so the players can tell da difference! So, like those video game characters, ahr designs are similar, but we are entirely different. For every coun'ry in yahr world, there is anuvver version ov 'em in mine! Know what I mean?"

How Oliver even knows all of this, the world may never know.

Arthur nodded. "I see."

Oliver smiled with excitement. "I knew yew would get it, poppet! Now, poppet, would yew like some cupcakes, poppet?" He asked, whipping out a tray full of cupcakes seemingly out of nowhere.

Arthur thought for a moment. "Alright. I don't see why not."

"Excellent... All accordin' ter plan.." For a split second, Oliver had a sinister look on his face before it reverted back to being all cheery. He pointed dramatically with his free hand. "To da dinin' room!"

After making their way to the dining room, Oliver turned to Arthur with a grin that wasn't overly sweet or anything. He handed him a cupcake with pink frosting and sprinkles. "Here yew go, love."

Arthur had to admit that the cupcake looked delicious. He sat down at the table and took a bite of the frosted cupcake. However, within an instant, he was choking and gasping for breath. The pain he felt was excruciating. It hurt. "Oliver!" He cried. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, Arthur, 'asn't yahr mum ever taught yew not ter talk ter strangers?" Oliver chuckled. "You see, I was sen' 'ere ter help take over yahr world. The uvvers shouldn't be an' all far behind."

Arthur tried to make sense of what Oliver was saying as he struggled for breath. How could he be so foolish to trust this man he met only a few minutes ago? Now he was going to die and never see his sweet, sweet America ever again. And before you get your panties all wet, yes, this is suddenly a USUK story. Why? No reason. Deal with it.

"You won't get away with this!" Arthur gasped between breaths.

Oliver opened the front door before turning back to face Arthur. "Oh, I already 'ave."

With that, everything became dark and fuzzy and soon Arthur could no longer stay conscious.

...Was this really the end?

...

No, because Arthur suddenly found himself awake and in the arms of his beloved. After all, he couldn't mistake that radiant cowlick. "A-America?" He muttered.

America gasped, pulling away with tears threatening to spill from his gorgeous sky blue eyes. "Iggy?" Once the boy saw that Arthur was indeed awake, he smiled and gave him a big ol' bear hug. "Iggy! Thank liberty you're alright!"

Arthur smiled and wrapped his arms around America's broad shoulders. "So, this is really happening. I really was poisoned by that man, my 2p. I wonder if America knows about any of this. Either way, one thing is clear: I am going to protect America with my life."

To be continued...