A/N: I finally wrote a 2P! Hetalia story! XD I've been on the 2P! bandwagon for a while, but I only just got around to actually doing my own stuff with it... I hope you all enjoy~

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the idea.

The Darkest Reflection

Chapter One

BREAKING NEWS: DEATHS FROM POISON PILING UP

More bodies have been added to the count of mysterious deaths that have been occurring across our great nation over the past two weeks. All of the victims have suffered from the same cause of death: poison. The victims have all been found lying on the floor of their kitchen with the remnants of what appears to be a cupcake scattered around their person. When tested further, it was discovered that all of the "sweets" were laced with arsenic. No one is sure why these deaths are occurring, or who, if anyone, is causing them. Police are keeping an eye out and encourage the public to report any suspicious activity immediately.

England slammed the newspaper down on the counter, glaring at the headline as if it were mocking him. After a few seconds, he angrily crumpled up the paper and threw it in the waste bin. He let out a growl of frustration and swiftly walked out of the room, determination etched across his features.

He was the only person who could have done this, who would be insaneenough to poison people with cupcakes, of all things… But the thing that England couldn't figure out was how in the world he was able to do it in the first place; it wasn't like he was a resident of the normalworld. Hell, until the murders started happening, England half thought that he might have just been a figment of his imagination, brought on by all the stress of being a Nation as great as he was. However… this was too much of a coincidence for England to deny his existence any longer.

The blonde Nation ran down the stairs to his basement, which he affectionately referred to as his "spell room," avoiding the mounds of magical artifacts that had slowly been piling up along the stairs and over the floor throughout the years. Going all the way to the back of the room, England pushed a box of books out of his way so that he could stand directly in front of the grand mirror that was housed in the corner. He straightened his shirt, squared his shoulders, and knocked on the smooth, reflective surface.

"Where are you, you bloody git?!" he yelled, staring hard into his own emerald green eyes, which were brimming with undiluted anger. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and England tapped his foot impatiently; was he really going to ignore him now of all times? The damn wanker…

Suddenly, the mirror started to shimmer. Slowly, England's reflection was replaced by another image of a man, eerily similar to England himself. This man's features were almost identical to England's own; the only difference was that this reflection had a light dusting of faint freckles across its cheeks and the normal, emerald green eyes had been replaced by a pair of ice-blue ones, which seemed to house an unnerving, slightly off-putting depth to them. The man's outfit was also different; as opposed to England's dark brown pants, white undershirt, and forest-green vest, the reflection was wearing a pair of khaki pants, a pink undershirt, a lavender-colored vest, and a sky-blue bowtie to complete the ensemble.

"My, my, Iggy dear, what's gotten you so riled up?" the new reflection asked, his lips curling into a sickly sweet smile that made England cringe.

"You know full well what's gotten me so 'riled up!'" England yelled, stomping his foot angrily; he did not have time to play games. "Why the hell are you killing people from my world?! And how in God's name did you even get into my world in the first place?!"

The grin on the reflection's face widened, his eyes sparkling with barely-concealed laughter.

"Whatever would give you that idea, love?" he asked, innocently cocking his head to the side. "Why would I ever want to hurt someone?"

"Because you're bloody insane, you bastard!" England ground his teeth together angrily as the reflection gasped and put a hand to his mouth.

"What a naughty word!" he chided, frowning. "I don't appreciate that kind of language, Iggy, dear!"

"Then leave me and my world alone, and you won't have to hear it anymore!" England decided to experiment with some reasoning tactics; maybe they would work better than just yelling and cursing… However, the reflection's expression merely shifted back to that sickeningly sweet smile.

"Ooh, sorry, no can do, love," he responded. "You see, I have a secret plan…" He gestured with one finger for England to come closer. The Nation hesitated, his forehead crinkling in thought; he was already too close to the mirror for his own comfort. But the reflection had pursed his lips and apparently wasn't going to say anything more unless England came nearer. Well, the reflection hadn't done anything that indicated that this was where it was escaping from… but did England really want to risk taking another step closer?

I need to know his plan, though…, he thought, staring at the mirror and trying to read the reflection's face for any indication of whether he was plotting something. Unfortunately, the other England had a good grasp of the ability to keep his emotions in check; nothing indicative of foul play could be found in his innocent expression.

Deciding that if he didn't take the risk now, he might never get the chance to hear this "secret plan" again, England took two steps closer so that he was almost right up against the mirror's surface. The reflection merely smiled back at him.

"Alright, you git, what is this plan of yours?" England questioned, glaring as hard as he could.

"Hee hee~ Well, the first part is fairly simple," the reflection giggled. "I just need to get you in here, so I can be out there!"

"What-HEY!" England yelped as the reflection suddenly thrust his hand out of the mirror and grasped England's vest and shirt. Before the Nation had time to react, he felt a floating sensation as he was pulled through the glass, and then gravity returned as he was roughly deposited on the other side. He quickly tried to stand up but he had to close his eyes and stay perfectly still for a moment, his whole body reeling from the transfer between worlds. Soon, though, he was back to his senses.

"YOU DAMN BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" he screamed, rushing up to the mirror. He was now looking at a reflection of his own spell room where the other England was currently standing, wearing the biggest grin England had ever seen him possess, his ice-blue eyes shining with internal laughter. It was quite disturbing to see his own face wearing such a crazed expression.

"Oh, hush, love," the reflection said. He wiggled his finger as England started pounding on the glass. Try as he might, no matter how hard he shoved, he couldn't get back through. "Ah, ah, that's not going to help you; I sealed it with magic! No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to get back~"

"DAMN YOU! LET ME BACK THROUGH!" England yelled, slamming his fists into the glass until his knuckles actually started to bleed from the repeated smashing against the cold, hard surface.

"Iggy, dear, you might want to put some bandages on that," the reflection commented, and England glared at him. "Now, as for the other part of my plan… well, you'll have to figure that out on your own! Consider it a game… I love games, don't you?"

England could only stand there seething as his reflection giggled insanely. After nearly a full minute straight of laughing, the reflection finally calmed down and gazed back at England.

"Well, poppet, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. England's eyes widened and he immediately started smacking the glass again. "Ooh, be careful! You're going to make your injuries worse!"

"Oh, like you care about my injuries, you psychotic git!" England responded, trying to ignore the pain as his raw knuckles repeatedly smacked against the solid glass. However, it was only a few seconds before the pain became too much to bear and he had to stop.

"There you go! No use in hurting yourself any further!" The reflection grinned and gave England a little wave. "Farewell, Iggy, dear! I don't know when I'll see you again, but I don't think it'll be anytime soon! Oh, and a word of advice; try not to make Alfie angry. Those bloody knuckles of yours are nothing compared to what my little Alfie will do to you if you make him mad! Hee hee~ Ta-ta, love~"

"No, wait! GET YOUR INSANE ARSE BACK HERE AND LET ME OUT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" England yelled, but it was no use; the reflection had already reached the door of the basement before the Nation had uttered the last word. He watched as the other England opened the door, gave him one final wave, and exited the room, letting the door slam behind him.

Utterly confused and still not quite sure of what exactly had just happened, England weakly hit the mirror again, leaving a small trail of blood where his hand slid down the glass. His eyes shifted from this smudge to his hands; he stared down at them, horrified at what had just occurred. The reflection was telling the truth; England couldn't get back to his own world merely with sheer force. He would have to find some way to reverse the spell that the reflection had cast on the mirror. It was certainly a spell that has caused the temporary rift between worlds, England was certain; even someone with a limited grasp of magic would be able to sense the lingering essence of that ethereal aura that magic possessed hanging in the dusty air of the basement.

England gazed around the room he was in. The basic layout of it was the same as his own basement, but there was one key difference; this room was almost completely devoid of spell books and magical artifacts, save for a few small objects randomly scattered around.

"Damn it!" the Nation cursed. Leave it to his opposite self to not have any interest in magic… But he knew that the reversal spell for the mirror had to be somewhere around the house; he might as well start down here. He walked over to the nearest little collection of items and quickly scanned over them. Seeing no books, he moved onto the next pile, heaving a huge sigh.

He had to get out of here soon. There was no way his world could handle the other version of himself for very long… and knowing the other Nations, England guessed it would probably take them at least a few days to realize that anything was amiss. He shuddered to think of what evil things his doppelganger could accomplish in that short amount of time… Pausing his search for a moment, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He would find a way back home, and he would do it before the reflection could wreak any more havoc. He just had to keep looking. England opened his eyes again and noticed a book near his feet. He picked it up and examined it hopefully, only to find that it was an old cookbook. Angrily, he threw it against a wall and watched it fall lifelessly to the ground with a satisfying slap!

Suddenly, England heard an even louder bang as the door to the basement was roughly pushed open. The room was too dark to make out any defining features, but the light from the hallway highlighted a very familiar outline in the doorway.

"Ameri…ca…," England quickly trailed off as the person stepped forward. The shape of the boy's outline might be the same, but from his tan complexion and dark hair to the bat covered in bloody nails hanging by his side, England could tell that this person was definitely not the America he knew. He stood perfectly still as the other America stared at him intently, his heart racing. For some reason, this boy made him extremely uneasy. After a few seconds, the boy cocked his head to the side questioningly and uttered in a low voice:

"Boss?"

A/N: And there you have Chapter 1. Please let me know what you think! :)