A/N: I do not own Hetalia or the 2ps! at all!

Caution: I may have made 2p! America OOC in this, so please don't get too mad at me if he is (I kept switching between my writing and the 2p Hetalia wiki lol).

Anways, enjoy!

America

America could hardly believe his luck. He was able to get his hands on the collector's edition of Titanfall, and he couldn't be happier.

"I can't wait to tell Tony about this! I should call Britain and tell him too while I'm at it!" he got a few odd stares from people (he was talking to himself after all), but he didn't seem to notice. America's pace seemed to quicken, as he wanted to get home and play his new game as soon as possible, but there was something America couldn't understand.

'Why does it feel like I'm being watched or something? It's really freaking me out!' he thought as he looked over his shoulder. 'Wait, what am I doing, acting scared? The Hero never gets scared! I can take anything on!' America just walked the rest of the way home without thinking about it again.

"Tony! Guess what game I just got? It's totally cool bro!" America was greeted with complete silence, which made him slightly upset.

"Tony? Did I do something wrong broseph? Where are ya?" he walked into the kitchen, kind of hungry, when he noticed some kind of red stain on the counter. Next to it were two pieces of bread.

"Tony! If you want to make a sandwhich, you have to actually get the ketchup on the bread! Don't worry, I had some trouble my first time too!" America guessed his alien friend was upstairs, and began to walk up them.

"Tony?" America was starting to get kind of worried," You okay?"

America stopped when he heard a creak, almost as if someone was coming towards the stairs. What really got to him was that the footsteps sound way too heavy to be Tony's. America took a few steps back, but began to fall when he missed a step. He hit his head multiple times as he fell, giving him a splitting headache. America laid there for a second, allowing his vision to correct itself before sitting up.

Well well, look at what we have here," America look up at the top of the stairs to see the owner of the cocky voice. Nothing could have prepared him for what he say.

The person looked just like him, only with brown hair, tan skin, and red eyes. In one hand was a bat with nails sticking out of it, while in the other hand was…

"T-Tony!?" America shivered at the sight of his alien friend. Tony had been beaten badly, blood slowly dripping from his body and onto the floor. His limbs stuck out in different directions, and the sight made America gag.

"W-What did you do to Tony? Who are you!?" America was frozen in place, as his double dropped Tony's body and began to walk towards him.

"Names Allen. Nice place you got here," America blinked at Allen before shaking out of his trance and got up. He felt something hard hit his left leg, making America cry out and fall again.

"I'm sorry, where did you think you were going?" Allen raised his bat again, this time slamming it down onto America's right leg. A loud snap was heard, and America could feel his eyes begin to water. His tears blurred his vision as he attempted to crawl away. He had to get somewhere, somewhere away from this psychopath…

'My phone! I can call Britain!" America tried to reach for his phone, which was settled in his jacket pocket, but made the mistake of taking his eyes off of Allen. Allen's bat slammed down on America's hand, shattering it. America couldn't help but cry out, tears streaming down his face.

"W-Why are you doing this? I dont' even know you!" America was confused. He had never met this guy in his life! Why would he have some kind of ill intention? Everyone loved America, right?

"It's nothin' personal Porkchop. I'm just sick of staying in the shadows while a fake hero like you is getting all of the attention," America listened to Allen's explanation in awe.

"S-Staying in the shadows? Are you going to kill me!?" America shivered as Allen licked his lips.

"Sure am. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it too. Hopefully your fat doesn't splatter everywhere. I don't feel like cleaning up a lot of body parts," America tried to crawl away even faster when he heard those words. He had to get away, he couldn't die just yet. He heard Allen chuckle at his weak attempts to get away, and growled.

"Just stay still would you? And stop crying! You're little… whatever… didn't cry when I beat him to death. You're such a damn wimp," Allen scoffed. He raised his bat again and brought it down on America's back, making said person cough up blood. Allen brought his bat down again on America's back, making America nearly lose consciousness.

"Why aren't you fighting back? For a hero, I thought you'd be a hell of a lot harder to kill," Allen spoke as he brought his bat down America's side.

'I can't believe I'm going to die here, and that this guy's going to take my place. Some hero I am,' America thought. As Allen lifted his bat one last time, America's phone began to ring, making Allen pause.

"I wonder who's calling you," Allen muttered as he grabbed America's phone from said crying country's pocket.

"Hello?" Allen paused as he listened to whoever was calling.

"He-," America was almost able to call for help, but Allen shoved his bat in America's mouth. The nails ripped America's lips and the inside of his mouth, making him choke a little on his own blood.

"I'm completely fine. Just playing video games with my little friend here," Alen smirked as he continued to talk on the phone.

"I have a little bit of a cold, that's all. I should be fine. Anyways, I'm busy. So I'll talk to you whenever," Allen hung up before the person on the other end of the line could say anything else. America coughed as Allen took his bat out of his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," Allen stood over America, one leg on each side of his body.

"It was nice knowing ya. But a new hero has emerged. And when one rises-"

Allen lifted up his bat.

"-the other will fall."

Allen brought his bat down on America's face, causing blood to splatter everywhere. He did that over and over again, until there was only a bloody mess where America's head used to be.

"Such a shame you were such a crybaby. I didn't even get hit once."

Please tell me if I should keep going! I was thinking of doing the rest of the Allies and the Axis (maybe put Prussia in there too). Anyways, follow, favorite, review and check out my other stories as well! Ciao! :)