Oh the poor 2Ps...they have no idea what they're in for.
Henry: Male!Hungary
Matt: 2P!Canada
Oliver: 2P!England
Luciano: 2P!Italy
Alfie/Alfonse: 2P!America
Francois: 2P!France
Henry was just sitting in his house, reading a magazine. It was a normal day. He just woke up about an hour ago and took a shower, got his breakfast, took his medication and was now relaxing in his living room in his favorite recliner chair. He was reading his favorite video game magazine. He looked up as he heard a knocking on the door.
"Hm? I wonder who that could be." He set down his magazine and stood up and walked over to the door. His thick boots taping the ground lightly as he walked towards the door. He opens the door and smiled. "Hello?"
A man with a light blue shirt and a light pink sweater vest, and pinkish blondish hair smiled up at the Hungarian man. "Oh hello~ My name is Oliver!"
Henry blinked and looked at the oddly colored man and tilted his head slightly. "Uh. Nice to meet you Oliver. I'm. Henry." He extended his hand.
Oliver gave a slight smirk under that smile of his. "Oh I know full well who you are~"
Henry blinked and tilted his head a little more starting to get a bit nervous. "Uhhhh. What?"
The British man walked closer to Henry which made him moved back. "I've been watching you for awhile~" He wiggled his eyebrow.
Henry gulped hard and started to sweat. "Ohhhh. Well. Uh. Why have you been watching me? And how long?"
He giggled lightly and waved his finger. "Tsk tsk. All questions shall be answered in due time! But for now. You're coming with me~"
Henry blinked and grabbed his trusty frying pan from the table. "The hell I am!" He turned and was about to run out the back door in the kitchen before bumping into a rather tall Canadian wearing a Mounty uniform. "Did I just run into a tree?" He looked at the slightly taller Canadian. "Ohhhh."
He grunted and lifted up his hockey stick over his head.
"Ohhhhh crap." Before he could blink the Canadian smashed the hockey stick over his head making him pass out and fall to the floor.
Oliver looked down at him and smiles. "Good job Matt. Now pick him up and carry him to the van so we can take him in!"
Matt picked him up. "I don't see what you see in this moron. But whatever." He walked out to the black van parked across the street. Oliver pinned a note to the door and closed it before making his way to the van and sliding the door closed behind him.
~A few Hours Later~
Henry groaned and bobbed his head side to side as he started to come to. He shook his head and looked around. He was in what seemed to be a basement. He jumped slightly and moved around in what seemed to be some chair. He looked back to see his hands tied. "What the hell?"
"Uh uh uh~ I wouldn't try escaping if I were you~" The sweet venomous sounding tone of the brightly colored Brit walked down the stairs.
"Where am I!? Who the hell are you!? What am I doing here!? I WANT PANCAKES!" He groaned and whined.
The Brit frowned and walked over to him. "Now now my little flower boy. Do not use such profanity or I will wash out your mouth with soap~" He gave an ear to ear grin.
Henry blinked. "Uh. Soap? Wait! Who are you calling little flower boy! I am a man! So it's little flower man!...wait."
Oliver giggled and pinched his cheeks. "Awwwh~. Aren't you adorable?"
Henry pouted. "I'm not adorable. I'm manly."
"Sure you are deary~" He giggled And sat on his lap. "Now! To answer your questions. As for why I have been watching you it's because I find you adorable. And as for how long. Hmmmmm. About a month."
Henry blinked and his jaw dropped. "A month!?" Henry shook his head. "How could I have not noticed!?"
Oliver shrugged. "I dunno. but you sure do some interesting things when you're home alone~"
Henry glared and blushed lightly. "Well. I didn't think I was being watched by some pervert."
Oliver tapped his cheek. "Now now. I am no pervert. Now! We shall have some fun!"
"Hey! Oliver!" A gruff sounding voice called down to him as he walked down the stairs of the basement.
Oliver sighed and got up from Henry's lap. But not before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek making Henry jump a little bit. "Yes Matty dear~"
"Everyone else is here. Now hurry up and stop playing with your sex toy!"
"Hey! I am no one's sex toy weird hard as a tree man!" Henry huffed and pouted slightly. "Hey. You know, you guys look like people I know."
Matt leaned Henry's chair back and looked at him. "Do we really?"
Henry blinked. "Yeeeaaaaaahhhhh. oh! You look like a Canadian I know! Canada! You look like him...but...less adorable."
Matt raised a brow. "What?"
"Yeah. You look like Canada. Buuuut. Less adorable and a LOT bigger."
Matt set the chair back down. "So you're saying this "Canada" is adorable and small in your eyes?"
Henry nodded. "Well duuuhhhh! He's a good friend of mine. And you pinky. You look a lot like England! But. More happy and a LOT more color...wait...different looking...acting...color difference." Henry gulped. "Uh. You don't happen to be uh. 2Ps do you?"
Matt lifted up his sunglasses. "Looks like you're not as dumb as you look. So yeah. We are the '2Ps' as you weak 1Ps call us."
Henry smiled. "YES! SCORE ONE FOR HENRY! WOOO!"
Oliver giggled and Matt facepalmed himself. "Come on Oliver. We gotta go to the damn meeting." Matt grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him up the stairs.
Henry was left alone in the basement. "Hmmm. I need a knife or something." Henry tried to get out of his restraints. "Come oooooonnnn." Henry groaned and looked around for anything sharp. He saw a knife sticking out between two boxes. Lucky for him Oliver didn't tie up his feet. "Moron." He chuckles and got up and walked over to the knife and grabbed it. He smiled and used the blade to cut the rope on his wrists then on his arms. He smiled and laughed softly. He stood up and started up the stairs quietly. He looked down the hall and saw no one coming. His heart was beating out of his chest as he snuck down the hall sliding along the wall. He stopped as he saw an open door with lights on. He heard voices.
"I say we kill the guy!" Said a man that sounded like America but more stern and serious.
"Oh come now Alfie~. We can not do that. He's just so adorable! He may be dumb but I'm sure we can find some use for him!" The already figured out Oliver chimed in.
The American sounding man named 'Alfie' seemed to be growing irritated. "Don't call me that!"
"Tell me again why he's even here?" A thick French accent said calmly.
"Well Francios~ He's adorable, handsome, strong, high pain tolerance, a very nice body, oh! And he eats a lot!"
Henry blinked. "I understand the other things but how's eating a lot a good thing?" He shrugged and continued to listen.
"Ve~ I suppose we could use him for experiments or. For our own pleasure." An Italian voice rang in. It sounded like Italy's but a lot deadlier.
"Well. I guess you're right about that Luciano. He could be useful to us." Alfie said calmly. "Where is he by the way?"
"The basement." Matt said bluntly.
Henry gulped and started down the hall getting away from the room. He quietly snuck down the hall and past the basement door. He turned the corner and saw what looked like the front door. He smiled. "Oh yes. I am out of here." Henry smiled and reached for the doorknob as he heard yelling.
"DAMN IT! HE GOT AWAY!" Alfonse yelled.
Henry hurried out the door and closed it gently. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. It could almost rival that of Italian speed. He panted and looked around at his new surroundings. The clouds were grey, the people looked depressed, their were crumbling buildings, and some buildings that were plain just unwelcoming. He panted and hid down an alley. He sighed in relief. "I think I lost them."
"Meow" A cat looked up at Henry pawing at his pants. It looked dirty, had tangled, and knotted fur, and a few scratches.
Henry blinked and looked down at the cat. "Awwwh. Hey little guy." Henry smiled and picked the little guy up. "You're so cute." He smiled.
The cat hissed and jumped onto Henry's face and started to scratch at it. Henry yelled and rolled around on the ground. "Ah! Bad kitty! Bad kitty! Let go! AHHHH!" He tried to pry it off from his face. That didn't work. He grabbed a trash can lid and hit the cat over and over again. Which just made things worse. He hissed more and scratched harder. Henry finally rammed himself at the wall but the cat jumped off his face just in time making Henry hit his face on the wall and he fell over. "Dumb cat..." He had swirly eyes. He stood up and stumbled around.
