A/N: This is my new story, and yes, it deals with 2P!'s again. Isn't that wonderful? Sorry this one is a bit short, I'll make them longer in the future. But yeah this is going to have a bunch of different 2P!s in it, in this one you get Oliver and Alex/Alexander, I may add Francois or maybe a few others later. Depends on where this one goes, I have a few ideas for the next chapter, but nothing is solid. Well I believe I have wasted enough of your time. Go on and read if you wish. . .

I'm in Hell, I have to be.

- Chapter 1 -

I sat back in my chair and took a look at my watch. 2:43, dammit, why can't these meeting ever go any faster? I sighed and laid my head down, I heard yelling, it was probably at me for not paying attention- and honestly I couldn't care less right now, so they can just shut up.

I closed my eyes and heard more yelling before a angered sigh and a rough German voice yell 'Just leave him alone.' I smirked to myself, they knew never to wake me up of all people, especially since I have a splitting head ache at the moment. They all knew better. I was to stubborn to get up anyway.

If I was bothered right now, I probably would have turned one of them into a toad, or called a demon from hell to drag them all under the table. Of course threats like that, they only laughed at. They where wrong of course, everyone of them, my magic was real. That's beside the point though.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned my head not wanting to bother with them. I was trying to sleep! What the hell? If someone is trying to sleep, you leave them alone dammit. But how can I say that when I am the only proper gentleman here? Honestly.

Then they started shaking me, I gritted my teeth and balled my fists up. I groaned as a last warning, I swear who ever the hell is doing this will suffer if they keep it up. Then they stopped, I heard more yelling, and then the old oak door of the meeting room slammed shut.

Did they have a huge fight or something? Sure it has been bad before, but I don't think anyone other then myself, has stormed out like that. I sighed, I need to get up, but I didn't feel like it. Not yet, of course. But I do need to see what the hell happened.

I relaxed some and felt the temptation of sleep. Wonderful, I'm going to wake up and it's going to be dark outside, and I'm still going to be in the meeting room. But I couldn't help it, I was tired after all. I had been up all night dealing with idiotic Alfred, you try sleeping when a full grown man won't fucking let go! That's what he gets for watching scary movies for six hours straight! God, I swear.

I felt my body get lighter as I fell into sleep. Curse my tiredness, I couldn't help it. My memories stirred and my imagination started thinking up stupid things, but I didn't have a dream or one I remembered at least. And before my senses left me I heard a joyful, cheerful, high pitched voice say 'What do we have here~?' My whole body fell limp before I could even start to question who it was.

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I woke up with a groan. My head ache, for whatever reason, has gotten worse. And I was feeling uncomfortable and restrained. Wait, was I. . . Was I tied up?

My eyes flew open, a bit to quickly, "Bloody fucking hell!" My head started spinning, and the room was spinning horribly. I shook my head, which only made it worse. "Dammit. . ." I closed my eyes and cleared my head the best I could. It helped, at least a little bit. My head was still pounding but the dizziness left me, thankfully.

I opened my eyes back up and blinked a few times to see everything more clearly. I could barely see anyhow, the room was pitch black. Only a little light was coming in through the doors cracks.

I looked around the room, I wasn't in the meeting room anymore. It looked like a closet of sorts? Why the hell am I in here? I tried lifting myself up out of the chair, but of course, I was tied up. What better way to trap someone. Tie them up when they are defenseless and asleep. Actually that's not a bad idea, unless you are the one caught. Then it's hell.

"Dammit! Alfred if this is some kind of joke, I will send you to Hell myself, you damn bastard!" I yelled a few more remakes at the door before I gave up and went back to the question now on my mind, how the hell am I getting out of this? I groaned again, I've been doing that a lot lately I should probably stop.

I pulled at the ropes around my hands, and whoever done this could make a very good knot. It seemed to be a square knot. Of course, my luck. I slumped down in my seat, there's no way I am wasting my energy trying to untie a knot I know will take me hours to untie. Screw it, I'll wait.

I didn't have to wait long however, I started hearing voices. And no, before you ask, they aren't in my head. I could hear them clearly but I couldn't make out what they where trying to say. I strained my ears for a few more moments, and then they stopped all of a sudden, my luck. One sounded really jolly though, and the other just sounded like it didn't want to be there at all. It was rough and sounded cruel while the other one happy and pleased in a way.

I would call out to them but, I'm tied up, and could very well possibly be in big trouble. I thought over it a few more minutes and then the voices interrupted me again by starting back up. I debated it over in my head. I decided to test my luck. I'm just hoping this is another trick from Alfred, or maybe even Francis. I whined a bit, please let this be a trick. I wasn't in the mood for a war at the moment.

Okay, here we go,"Ello? Who the bloody Hell is out there? Can I come out?. . ." I spoke softly, of course I didn't want to get the person angry. Who the hell knows who it could be? It could be Ivan for fucks sake! I don't want to anger them, even if I'm pissed at the moment. They could open the door and eat my head off, who knows?

The voices stopped and I strained my ears again. Nothing, they had just stopped, did they even hear-

The door slammed open and made me jump back in surprise. "You didn't have to do that dammit! I only asked if I could come out!" So much for not getting them angry with words. I heard a gasp and then I got smacked! Me, the British Empire, well the former British Empire! How dare they! I was to shocked to even say anything, I just sat there with my mouth wide open. I didn't know what to say. I don't get smacked very often, I couldn't believe it.

I shook my head to get myself back on track and I yelled tot the top of my lungs, " Why did you just smack me! You're the one that has me fucking tied up, what the fucking-Smack- What the hell!?" I growled under my breath, only to earn another smack. Fuck this!

Who the hell did this person think they where? You can't just smack someone without giving them a explanation dammit. I looked up but kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to get smacked AGAIN! I hadn't even gotten a good look at them yet for fucks sake.

My eyes where a bit blurry from the light coming in from the door so I had to blink a few times to actually see.

"Are you done poppet?" British? He sounds British? One of my people wouldn't do this, they couldn't do this. No way could one of my people do this, he didn't sound a little bit Scottish or Irish, so he had a pure British accent. And he couldn't be faking it. Over the years I have been able to tell from a fake British accent and a real one. My eyes widened a bit thinking this over and over, and then I seen him. Which only made it worse.

He looked just like me, except, he had a more of a strawberry blond hair color and his eyes where light blue with a pink tint. I stared up at him in awe, how the hell does he look like me? I was shocked, so shocked no a sound came from me when I tried to speak. He just giggled, and smiled at me. I was frozen, I had no clue what was going on.

Wait, the hell, giggling and smiling? I took another look at him and he looked like he came out of Alice in Wonderland for fucks sake. He was wearing pink. A lot of pink. He had to be crazy. Insane, he can't honestly be wearing that, and he was grinning. I swear he looked like something out of a horror show mixed with Alice in Wonderland, no joke.

That's the only way I can describe him. I can't think of another way, if there even is one.

Next thing I know, he was reaching behind me to untie me? What? Was the guy serious? He tied me up and stuck me in the closet only to set me free in the end? There has to be something up with this. Has to be.

I stood up, still speechless, honestly I have no clue what to say. What would you say? Exactly, my point. I was about to find my voice after a few minutes went by with us just staring at each other. And I'll be honest it felt like he was staring straight through me. Into my soul or something. This guy was creeping me out. I started to ask who the hell was he but he interrupted me.

"Lets have some fun, Arthur~. . ."

Wait, how did he know my name. I was about to speak again but it stopped me.

My heart almost stopped. The man, or can you even call him a man. A monster is more like it. He was holding a knife in one hand where the bloody hell did it even come from, and his grin, I swear to you. It stretched across his face, from ear to ear. He had to be made up, there is no way in hell something, someone can be like this! I stepped back in fear and confusion. My head had stopped hurting, but at the moment, I was to scared too care. And I'm sure it will return in a little bit if the man, beast thing kept this up.

He took a step forward, he looked like he was looking me over. Like a lion would over its prey. I was still in so much shock I couldn't move. Sure I have been in many battles and seen many scary things in my days, but nothing like this. Not to mention, I have no weapons at all right now. And he felt different just the atmosphere around him, he felt like he was there but wasn't at the same time. I didn't know what the hell was going on. Another step. And here he is about to kill me most likely with a bloody knife, of for Gods sake, it was already bloody. I'm going to bloody die!

"What's wrong poppet~?" I almost screamed, yes, he was British, but his voice sounded like a young child's. It was like I had fell into one of those movies Kiku gives to Alfred. He was like the young child coming out of the telly, why the hell am i thinking about that, I have more important matters to take care of at the moment. Back to him. His voice it was high in pitch and sounded so 'fluffy'. I can't describe it, but it was scary. I took another step back and I ran into something or backed into someone. I was terrified, literally, I was almost shaking in pure fear.

I turned my head slowly and jumped back. I-It was Alfred? Or was it? Oh God, who the hell are all these people. Alfred was holding a bloody nailed bat! He was even grinning, he didn't even look right! He had red hair and red eyes! Oh God!

I'M IN HELL!

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