Oi! What's up?! Now that I finally have my wifi back, I can FINALLY post this! Now, I'm a bit slow, but I finally heard about the 2p! Hetalia characters. When I watched Hetalia, I liked America, Japan, and England. If you've read my other fanfiction, Jinxed, you know that I have a bit of a thing for horror and/or insanity. That being said, when I saw 2p! England, I fan girl squealed loudly, got some popeyes, and began to write. I plan on making this a decently long story so if you were hoping for like, 2 chapters…prepare to be disappointed.

DISCLAIMER.

Hetalia is NOT mine. 2p! Hetalia is also NOT mine.

Now, let's begin…

Prologue

During the revolutionary war….

"Why…?" England choked, "Dammit why?! It's not fair!" America looked down sympathetically, "You know why." He answered softly. Arthur continued to sob. "What happened?" America continued, "I remember when you were great." It was settled, America had won, and the two went their own separate ways. America went with a sense of freedom, while England left with a cold twist of anger and sadness. 'How could America be ok with just leaving?' he thought. He'd raised America, obviously he'd become emotionally attached, he just wasn't ready to let go yet. "America, you idiot…" mumbled England. Gray storm clouds swirled above him. "I never wanted you to see me like that." The dirt, muddy from the rain, squashed as England silently walked home.

When England reached his house, he was drenched with mud, rain, and some blood left over from the war. Even so, England hung his soaked coat and slumped down on his couch, ignoring the mess he was making. He sat in silence for a while, trying to regain his composure and get it through his head that America was gone. 'God damn…what's wrong with me?' thought England. He'd never felt this emotion before. He was so mad he could kill, so sad he could disappear, and yet, there was a sense of happiness. 'I must be going insane…' Suddenly England's eyes widened and he sat up, "I must be…going insane." He whispered. England let out a slight chuckle, "No… I'm fine…" he trailed off. He lay back down on the couch. Slowly, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Britain lazily examined his surroundings, he was in a checkered room, it was small, with no doors. "England…" a voice whispered. "England…." "W-what? Who's there?" England turned around. Whoever, or whatever, had addressed him refused to reveal themself as the Englishman noticed a shadow dart off somewhere. "You can't escape it." The voice continued, wispy and venomous, "There is much pain in your future." Arthur didn't like the sound of that, his eyes darted around the room, "Who are you? What are you talking about?" The voice ignored his questions, and instead let out a soft snicker, "It's starting, I suggest you wake up." "No!" England growled. "Tell me what's happeni—"

Britain's eyes flashed open, he sat up. Memories of his dream flooded back to him causing chills to run up his spine. It was a short dream, but it had been so vivid. England still remembered the fear he'd felt. "I have to be sure…" Arthur trailed off in a whisper. He ran out of the room, leaving the carpet dusted with dirt from his still messy clothes as he went.

England continued to run upstairs and down a hallway. As he ran he saw his reflection in the mirror. Of course it was just a flash because, once again, he'd been running, but he still noticed something different, he backed up and took a second look, he didn't like what he saw.

It was almost as if he was being eaten, part of his head had been completely altered. Part of his hair had become a whitish pink, part of his skin became eerily pale, and one of his eyes had turned a strangely bright blue. England was so frightened that all he could manage was a slight whimper before sprinting for his room.

The second he flung open the door he began to frantically rummage through his books. "Where is it…where is it… where is it…" England trailed off. "AH HA!" England exclaimed happily as he held up a book entitled, "Black Magic", he hugged the book tightly, then slammed it on a nearby table and began violently flipping through the pages. When he reached a certain page his face lit up. England mumbled what was written on the page and walked over to the other side of the room to retrieve with some paper, ink, and a quill. He set the three objects on the table, then dipped the quill in the ink and quickly wrote something from the spell book. When he finished writing, he sighed and glanced over at a nearby mirror to see how he was doing.

It wasn't good; Arthur's neck was beginning to become eggshell white, his hair was completely light pink, and his other eye was part green, part electric blue. England began to work faster; he stood up and quickly, yet loudly, chanted what he'd written on the paper. It wasn't language, but it sounded like it could have been. Soon after, England began to glow; he dropped the paper and curiously examined his illuminated skin. "Whoa…" whispered Arthur in amazement. Suddenly, England cried out and fell to his knees. "Ack…" he coughed, a drip of blood escaped the corner of his mouth. There was a bright light, England screamed in pain. From the view of an onlooker, it would seem that another person was being torn from Arthur. England continued yelling until the other person was completely separated from him. As soon as this happened, Arthur's body fell to the ground limply. "Uuuggh…" he moaned weakly. He used the strength he had left to look at what had been created.

It was him, but different, it was the pale, blue-eyed thing that he would've been, only these eyes weren't exactly blue anymore, they were opal, and swirling with insanity. "W-what are you?" England rasped. But his apparent twin ignored him. Instead he glared at Arthur coldly, "You…." He replied with a smile, "I'll kill you!" he screeched. He cackled maniacally and began to charge at England, but was stopped. In an instant, the floor began to swirl and open, the 'thing' fell in. "I'll KILL YOU!" he repeated in a slightly mocking tone. England just stared wide-eyed as his doppelganger plummeted, the floor closed as he fell.

When it was all over, England forced himself to stand. He wobbled but was able to keep his balance. Arthur laughed softly, "It worked!" he exclaimed, he laughed more, "It actually worked! I don't care about the revolution anymore!" He looked down at himself, his clothes were still damp, muddy and speckled with blood, and he was covered with scrapes and bruises. "Dear god, I look terrible!" yelled Arthur. He then ran out the door to go take a shower.

Chapter 1

Present day…

"Okay dudes! Time to discuss some serious stuff, now bros! For real, what's goin' on around you guys' hoods?" America rambled. "Werl," said Japan, "we stirl need herlp with some of the tsunami damage costs, and considering you owe us qurite a rot of money, maybe you cood contribute a rittle?" America laughed obnoxiously, "Sorry dude! I'm flat broke! Anyone else?" "Yes." said England, "Would the fact that you're, er…'flat broke' have anything to do with that pile of hamburgers you're inhaling?" Alfred let out another one of his signature laughs, "What pile of hamburgers?" "The one you're eati—huh?!" England looked down to where the pile of hamburgers was, only to see a couple of crumbs, "H-how did you..?" Arthur trailed off. "Next?!" America yelled happily.

It was an average day; everyone was being their normal selves. England still thought about that night years ago, he still remembered what he'd said, 'I'LL KILL YOU!' England winced, that screeching wasn't something he could just forget. Sometimes he wondered if that, 'thing' would keep his word. It was actually quite a terrifying thing to think about.

After another few minutes of getting absolutely nowhere, the meeting was disbanded. Everyone left to go home, but as England was leaving, a familiar voice beckoned him, "Yo dude! I got this sweet new game! Wanna come over and play?" "I thought you said you had no money." England pointed out. "Nah, I just don't want to pay back Japan. Don't tell him okay?" Japan, who had been right behind America, sighed and walked past them awkwardly. America didn't seem to notice and continued speaking to the Brit in front of him, "So, are you gonna come over?" "Sure." replied Arthur. "But only because I have nothing better to do at home." "Cool beans bro! Let's go!" America grabbed England's wrist tightly and dragged him all the way to his house.

"Dude! It's so cool that you're gonna play video games with me bro!" England just nodded in response. America seemed acceptant of this and continued his rambling, "Yo, dude, check out this sweet new games console I got!" England, not knowing nor caring what kind of console America owned, simply replied, "Interesting. So, what's this videogame called?"

America smiled widely, "Mario Kart 8!" he exclaimed. He threw a controller at England. "How do you play?" asked Arthur as he caught it. Alfred looked like he'd just been traumatized. "You haven't heard Mario Kart?!" "Idiot." replied England, "I've heard of Mario Kart, I've just never played Mario Kart." "Uh huuuh…" America replied, "Well, it goes like this…"

So, Alfred had to explain the entire game of Mario Kart to England. Lucky that was only about an hour, and they played for a while; with, of course, America being crowned victor almost every time.

After finally giving up on trying to beat America at this mindless, yet somehow addictive, game; England decided it was about time he headed home. "Hey, America, I think I'm going to head back to my house now." Arthur stated, standing up as he did so. "Eh? Okay, that's cool dude." He replied. England nodded and took his leave. Behind him he could hear America's yelling. "Yo, Tony! Wanna play dude?!" Arthur sighed and closed the door behind him.

Outside, a familiar thunderstorm raged. England looked up at the sky for a moment, concerned, but brushed off his nervous feeling as he sat down in his car. He drove to the airport, and flew home.

"Ah, finally here." England chimed. It was raining outside there as well, but that was normal. The cream-colored moon shone through the storm and watched Arthur as he opened his door and strolled inside; he was heading for his couch when, CLANG.

England felt a sharp pain surge through the back of his head as he fell down towards the cold, tile floor that was waiting for him.

So? Is it good? Sorry, can't hear you, laws of physics won't allow it. You're going to have to review and tell me what you think!