AN: *bows to readers* I'm sorry I haven't had the chance to update a new story, so I had this idea rolling around in my head and flying mint plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone! *attempts to swat flying mint plot bunny away and fails miserably* Anyway...Iggy! Disclaimers please!
England: It's England! I thought that being Great Britain would have some more respect than-
Oliver: Don't be mean now, Iggy!~
England: Oh, it's you...
Oliver: Yep!~ Now do the disclaimers!
England: FINE! *mumble* bloody wankers. NarutoNineTailsFury does not own Hetalia, the 2p's or the 1p's. So don't sue her, you most likely will get a button and some lint.
NNTF: I have a nickel! And the paint it white movie! And a flying mint bunny bracelet ^w^
England: That doesn't count .
Now on with the story!

England watched his breath as the cold winter bit his nose. He quickly rubbing his hands together in order to get some warmth.
Great idea, self. Take a walk in the middle of December.
He usually wouldn't do this, mind you (walking in the freezing snow), but he was real tired of staying in his home. If he had to stay there any longer, he would go utterly mad! Let's just say, when flying mint bunny started telling him to kill America with his own hamburgers...he thought it would be a good idea to get some fresh air.

England continued to walk until he saw something in the distance, laying in the snow, about 20 feet from where he was standing. He ran toward it and as he got closer he noticed that it was a person, and to his utter dread, he also noticed a crimson red surrounding the figure. He ran faster and he finally made it to the figure. He quickly did a once over of the man and noticed the blood was streaming from a large cut on his side. England quickly ripped a piece of his jacket off and quickly worked on wrapping up the cut. England quickly noticed that the man was face down. He decided that flipping over the man would allow him to breath better. As soon as he did so, however, he jumped back. The man looked almost exactly like himself. England stood there for a few moments, but shook his head. He could deal with the doppelgangery later; right now OE (Other England) needed help. England carefully carried OE back to his house, thankfully he hadn't walked to far so he was back in his home in a matter of minutes.

He carefully placed OE onto the couch, after that he rushed to the kitchen where he kept his first-aid kit. As soon as his hands touched the handle of the first-aid kit he was right back at OE's side. He quickly got to work dressing OE's wound. He flinched at the jagged shape of the wound, but he carefully disinfected it and wrapped in tightly. He checked OE's temperature, and with a sigh of relief noticed that OE didn't have fever as well. Now sure that OE was in a safe state, he took his, brightly colored, vest and shirt and threw them into the washer. He quickly grabbed a white t-shirt from his closet and put it on the man. Placing a blanket over the man, he took the time to examine him. He looked just like himself, except for the previous bright shirt and the slight pink highlights in his hair.

England quickly grabbed the phone, and dialed a familiar number...
"YO, BRITAIN! WHAT'S UP, BRO?"
England held the phone at a distance from his ear and then returned it to it's normal position.
"America, you know you don't have to yell."
"BUT DUDE, I AIN'T EVEN YELLIN!"
England deadpanned and resisted the urge to retort with a sarcastic comment.
"America, I need your help with something. Can you come over?"
"I'M NOT HELPIN YOU BAKE YOUR PETRIFIED COUCH STUFFING!"
"YOU BLOODY WANKER! MY SCONES ARE DELICHIOUS! AND I NEED YOU HELP WITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MATTER!" England sighed with frustration.
"OK, DUDE! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO!? THE HERO WILL COME HELP YOU WITH HIS SIDEKICK!"
A quieter voice then replaced the yelling of America.
"America! I'm not your sidekick, eh!"
"Yeah, bring Canada too. His free healthcare may help out a lot."
"BE RIGHT THERE, DUDE!"
"glad to h-help."
England hung up and noticed OE starting to move.

He prayed his other self wasn't violent.

AN: Sooooo! What do ya think?! It is Good? Bad? Rushed? (I thought it felt rushed.) See that button down there? Why don't you press that button and help me out, huh? Huh? HUH?
England: You're starting to freak them out. -_-
NNTF: I'm sorry!
Oliver: Don't worry, poppet!~ As long as you update regularly, I don't think they'll mind!
England: We're screwed -_-
NNTF: No! We aren't! As long as people are liking this fanfic and wanting me to continue. I will!