Chapter 1: Welcome to the 2p world!

Alfred approached Arthur's house, and knocked on the door. The other had asked him to come over for some reason, which was unlike him. A thought just suddenly occurred to Alfred. 'Ugh, he better not try to make me eat his sucky cooking or anything like that…' He thought.

After a while, the other finally opened the door. "Ah, Alfred, greetings. Apologies for the wait, I was cleaning up a bit." Arthur apologized.

Alfred nodded. "It's alright, dude!" Then, without even asking, he just automatically stepped inside and plopped down on the couch, pulling out his DS to play on it.

Arthur gave him a look and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Alfred, I called you over here because I required your assistance, not so you could rot your brain even more."

Alfred groaned and stood up. "What do you need my "assistance" with?" He mocked slightly.

Arthur rolled his eyes and replied. "I need help getting rid of this mirror in my attic. Do you think you could handle it by yourself? I have other things I need to get done as well."

Alfred nodded, grinning. "You can count on the hero!" he boomed.

Arthur shook his head slightly, releasing a small sigh. "Well, then, hop to it. I don't have all day." He walked into a different room and began cleaning out the area around there.

Alfred looked up at the attic and walked up the stairs, then he looked over at the mirror. It appeared to be old, the rotting wood clearly showing that, and yet the reflective part didn't seem that way at all. It shone rather brightly, as bright as day. He'd never seen a mirror that was so bright and clear, and it mesmerized him for a bit.

He soon approached it and looked at his reflection, but what he saw was rather strange...

He saw a man that looked like him, but had reddish hair, sunglasses instead of regular glasses, with a darker bomber jacket, and tanner skin. Appearing confused, he wiped the mirror in case it was actually dirty. As he did so, the other man in the mirror did the same, but when he wiped the mirror, blood showed up on the other side of the mirror, as there was blood on his hand. Alfred froze, and then held his hand in front of the mirror. The reflection did the same, and Alfred looked at the hand, determining whether or not that was really blood. Once he confirmed that it was, he began to wonder what kind of sick mirror this really was.

The reflection suddenly smiled, in a rather insane way, as he pressed his hand against the mirror. He kept pressing it harder and harder, and soon his hand went through the mirror, grabbed Alfred's shirt, and pulled him to the other side of the mirror. Alfred yelped slightly, then fell on the floor of wherever he was pulled, his eyes shut rather tightly. When he opened his eyes, however, he saw a blurry image of the man he saw in the mirror holding something, and then he swung it down as he knocked Alfred out.

When Alfred woke up, his vision was still a bit blurry, so he couldn't see that well, but he could at least see two figures. The one that was in the reflection, and then there was another one. This other one had strawberry blonde hair, and was wearing bright pink and blue clothes, but he also had the eyebrows that he would recognize anywhere. So he found two people who looked like Arthur and himself, except they were completely different. He wondered where he was, and who these strange people were.

He heard a hyper voice ask him. "Poppet? Are you alright? Do wake up, dear!" Alfred rubbed his eyes, and his vision was not blurry anymore. The strawberry-blonde grinned, his bright blue eyes shining brightly. "Hooray, you're alive! I apologize for Allen, he's a vicious one~" He giggled, then added. "Hi~ My name is Oliver, and this here is Allen, if you didn't already know~ What's your name?" Oliver chirped.

Alfred soon replied. "Alfred. My name is Alfred…" He held his forehead as he now had a splitting headache due to being knocked out. Allen scoffed. "A dumbass name for a dumbass like you…"

Oliver snapped at him. "No cursing! And be nice!"

Allen replied, not snapping back, just simply and calmly replying. "He is though. What kind of idiot would stay by a mirror where he saw blood on it? And an opposite version of himself? Honestly, my 1p is so fucking stupid…"

Oliver flicked him. "I said no cursing! Love, it's bad to curse!" He puffed his cheeks, then glanced back over at Alfred. "Anyway, welcome to the 2p world! Are you hungry by any chance, poppet?"

Alfred quickly sat up, his eyes basically sparkling as he grinned widely, nodding. "Yeah, dude! I'm STARVINGGG!"

Oliver giggled. "Okay then~! Just wait here, poppet! I'll have something made for you real quick, you just stay right here~" He waved and skipped over to the stairs, humming as he walked down the stairs to go to the kitchen.

About 10-15 minutes later, Oliver returned with a fresh batch of cookies and a tray of cupcakes. "Here you are poppet~! Made with love, just for you~" He smiled sweetly, in almost a sickening way, and handed him the treats.

Alfred's smile grew wider. "Thank you SOOOOOO much, dude!" He grabbed the cookies and began eating them.

Oliver smiled once more, and nodded. "No need to thank me, I love to bake for guests~ Whenever I have any, that is. Allen always scares them away!" He pouted.

"Because I, unlike you, don't like "guests," because why would /anyone/ like people invading their personal space?" The dark-haired American huffed.

"Some people like having people over though, because they don't like to be lonely~" Oliver argued.

"Well, /I/ like to be alone, so that's why…" Allen folded his arms, shutting his eyes as he held his ground.

"Well… alright poppet! Just don't be mean anymore." Oliver said, hugging Alfred. Allen rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth.

"No promises…idiot." Tears came to the Brit's eyes. "So mean!"

Alfred noticed, and tried to cheer him up, "H-Hey, no need to cry now! Smile! Don't be sad. Just ignore him, he just likes seeing people upset, that's all! Don't give him what he wants! Besides, it /does/ take less muscles to smile~" He smiled sweetly.

Oliver glanced at him and sincerely smiled, wiping his tears. "...Thanks, poppet." He replied.

"No problem." Alfred finished the last cupcake. "Ah~ That was good! Thanks again, dude!"

Oliver's wide smile returned, as he giggled. "It's nothing, really~ Hey! Why don't I show you around? Would you like that, poppet?" He asked.

Alfred nodded. "Sure! Sounds fun!"