Title : American Dream Birthday

Summary : On one unfortunate birthday, Allen L. Jones finds himself to be in a slump. It was childish to get sensitive about people forgetting your birthday but who the hell misses the 4th of July?! As he drinks his pains away, he makes a wish in hopes for a happier life and wakes up the next day to find out that he's crossed worlds and is now living with his cheerful counterpart.

Warnings : Swearing and a small vaguely written part where Alfred takes a dump.

Additional Notes : THIS IS NOT A FIC WHERE THE 2P AND THE 1P SWITCH BODIES. Also I will not be doing any Americest (2P x 1P Ame) in this fic. ALSO NO AMECAN EITHER


CHAPTER 02: The Man from the Mirror

It was waaaay too early for him to be dealing with weird shit.

When Alfred woke up in the morning, it hadn't peaceful at all. When he turned over, he found that his shit counterpart had been sleeping beside him and well, since they don't get along, you could only imagine how that played out.

It was an experience. An admittedly strange one at that. 8am and he was already acting like a hero! Well not only a hero, but a complete freakout as well. Never had he ever started his morning with screaming and threats. In fact, he had been looking forward to having a good morning due to the fact he had a great yesterday and that an afterparty for his birthday was to be held today. But with Allen being there, he was at a loss on what to do.

It was such a strange moment. Like, as soon as Allen went back to sleep, Alfred left, pinched his arm, went back in, and when he found Allen still in his bed, he repeated the action for a good eleven times. Just why. Why was this even happening, like, why was the other even there? It was so unnatural, so not right… And right after his birthday too! Were all the other batshit counterparts there too? Were they there to ruin his party? To slit throats? To make WW3 happen? The thought made him shudder.

Dialing Arthur, Alfred let out a small fart into the toilet he was sitting on and waited. If there was anyone who had knowledge on wack shit that seemed highly unrealistic, it was the Brit. When the phone picked up, the blond was greeted rather rudely.

"Sigh. What do you want Alfred? If you're here to try and rub the fact you're having another birthday party in my face then I'm going to hang up."

"What?! Oh c'mon Art! You know it's rude as hell to be upset at the fact someone having their birthday!" Alfred was pouting. He really wanted to make a Revolutionary War related comment but he knew that would just make Arthur hang up. "Plus it's not even a birthday! It's the 5th, dude! I'm having my afterparty!"

"Huh—?!" Arthur had hung up on him. That fucking limey! Quickly redialing the other, Alfred waited in hopes that the Brit would pick up once more. Again, why wasn't he over the Revolutionary War?

"What do you want Alfred?! I told you I'd hang up if you were to rub that in my face, you brat!"

Arthur sounded more pissed off than ever. Alfred looked at the time on his phone and silently wondered how the other could be so pissy at 8am. He sighed, "You know that's not what I originally called ya for."

"Oh really?"

"Ya rly!" Alfred exclaimed. No harm in using old memes to communicate, right? Wait, that's not what he was supposed to be focusing on. Shaking his head at the minor joke he made, he shot Arthur the main question, "Dude. You don't happen to have that cupcake freak with you, do ya?"

"Huh? Are you referring to Oliver? No, he's not here with me. Why do you ask?"

The American blinked. So Arthur's counterpart wasn't with him? That was weird. He shrugged and just replied, "Well, I got my 2P here with me right now and—"

"What?! Oh please, that's impossible. There's no way your's can be here if mine's not here. Only I and my other self have the magic capacity to open the portal, Alfred."

He frowned, "But Artie! I swear he's with me! He's in my room right now!"

A sigh. "Don't be ridiculous. Your counterpart can't possibly be here."

"But he is! He was sleeping right next to me like dude, it was really weir—"

"Are you lying to me to get me to attend your stupid party?"

"What?! No! Why would I do that?!"

"I swear to God. Alfred, I told you earlier not to talk to me about your fucking party. I'm not going to go, so if you could please stop making little excuses for me to attend—"

"But Arthur! I am serious about this! He's really here!"

...

Annnnnnd he hung up. Again.

Alfred groaned. Why is that whenever he tried to be serious that no one believed in him. Well, Arthur specifically but you get what he's tryna say right? Everyone should always believe in the hero's word. Why? Because heroes are always right.

"Huh?" His phone vibrated, indicating he had gotten a text.

'Mattie: Hey! Im coming over now'

Oh yeah that's right! Mattie was going to help him with his party and make breakfast! Suddenly, Alfred's worries left his mind and the only thing he could think about was the awesome pancakes that his brother would make.


Allen groaned as he lifted his head from the pillow. God he had the wildest dream ever. It wasn't unusual for him to dream of the 1P world and today's dream consisted of him being in his fatass counterpart's world. His counterpart was a weird guy; A slob who had the ability to eat the entire world if he could. Stumbling from out of his bed, the first thing he noticed was the delicious smell of pancakes.

Oh man! Those smelled great! Was Nattie making pancakes again? Because if so, those smelled way better than usual. It was a shame that the Canadian asshole wasn't one for sharing his food. Allen sighed. Guess he'd have to settle for whatever sugar filled treat Oliver made…

With a sigh, Allen looked for his jacket and sunglasses but the two items were missing from his room. He shrugged, figuring that his brother had probably pulled them off of him when he was brought home. God he hated when Nat touched his shit… If he could, he'd yell at his brother first thing in the morning but to Allen's disappointment, he knew Nat would argue some shit like 'I brought you home, ya lil shit-eater. Quit your bitching or else I'll leave you there too rot next time.'

As he made his way towards the door, he heard a faint laugh though familiar laugh from outside.

'Huh? Isn't that Alfred?' He cocked his head slightly, his hand hovering over the knob. 'Wait. Did I just refer to that fatass by his name?' Shrugging, he opened the door and went out.

"I can't believe you're holding your afterparty here instead of at a big scale venue like you did for your birthday." Came a soft voice.

"Yeaaah well, they got booked for another thing so I was like 'shit, may as well host one at my house instead'." Another laugh.

"Plausible. But since your house is much smaller, you're just inviting the others rather than your whole country's population, right?"

"Yup! Except for Artie. He always makes such a big deal when it's my birthday. He even yelled at me earlier today—Oh shit dude! Did I tell you that when I woke up, my counterpart was in my bed?!"

Allen blinked. Wait what.

"As in… Your second player?"

"Yeah dude! I tried to call Artie about it but he didn't believe me!"

Suddenly, memories of his supposed 'dream' had come flooding back. He had been woken up by a shrill scream and his 1P aiming a bat at him and… The tan skinned man paled. It was all just a dream right? There was no way Allen could actually be in his counterpart's world—not without Oliver's magic bullshit atleast. Unless the cupcake freak did something, then Allen just knew that this couldn't be real.

Rushing through the halls, Allen noted the difference in the wallpaper and furniture and instantly, he felt the panic building up. Oh c'mooon, there was no way this could be real! It'd be way too fucked up to be real! Of course, if it were his 1P self being trapped in the 2P world, there'd be something seriously wrong but like, Allen knew his ass would get beat if Oliver and the others found out that he was there. Ever since the incident that happened last time, the Brit didn't want the others to 'invade' anymore since it caused a lot of trouble. The real question was if Oliver and the others were even there though...

As the red eyed man found the stairs, he quickly, though clumsily, made his way downstairs and searched for where the chatter was coming from. Once he found the source, AKA the entrance to the dining room, he zoomed in.

"Alfred, are you sure that you didn't have a nightma— holy shit."

"See I totally told you that the no-good fatshaming version of me is here!"

And in front of him was his boyscout of a counterpart alongside someone he recognized to be his brother's counterpart.


When Matthew had come over, his plan was originally to cook Alfred some breakfast (since he knew his brother wanted to be spoiled on the day after his birthday) and then help out with the after party that was to be held at the house. What wasn't planned was for him to be staring wide eyed at the new male who had entered the room. Like, staring was bad and rude and ungentlemanly, as Arthur would say, but this… this was weird.

"See! I told you! I told ya, fucker! There he is! I'm not lying! See!? See?! See?!" His brother was practically screaming in his ear.

"Al, I have eyes…" Mumbled Matthew as he kept his eyes on the other him— well not him, but the other Alfred. The other Alfred was someone Matthew actually wasn't familiar with.

He knew his own counterpart and his own counterpart simply looked like a slightly taller and more gruffer version of him but this version of Alfred looked completely different— well, somewhat. He was tan skinned and dark haired, his eyes a ruby red and his body-type skinny as fuck. His hairstyle was the same and aside from the eyecolor, the two Alfreds had like faces but this version didn't seem to wear glasses. Was his name even Alfred? Matthew knew his counterparts name was Nathaniel but…

"Anyways, I'm glad to see you're up, villain." Alfred said playfully as he grabbed a plate, "We're eating breakfast and you can't have any~ hah!"

Alfred's counterpart looked just as shocked as Matthew did but he shook it off and simply rolled his eyes, "I told you. My name's Allen, you fucking boyscout."

The two glared at eachother like rivals would in anime and Matthew simply stood there awkwardly. Slowly raising a hand, he offered the other Alfred— Allen, a small smile and said, "Well… he could want some if he wants?"

"Huh?" The two Americans turned to look at the violet eyed man with incredulous expressions.

"What?! Mattie! You're not supposed to treat him nicely! He's evil like all the other ones!" His brother was whining, his finger pointed accusingly at the similar faced male.

Allen was giving him the 'Are You Fucking Kidding Me?' look before going back to look at Matthew with another expression. He looked angry… but also… confused? "Are you Nat's counterpart?" He asked, putting extra emphasis on 'Nat'.

"U-uh… If you mean Nathaniel then yeah, I'm his 'counterpart'." He gave a slow nod then went back to Alfred, "And Alfred! I know you don't like him but be nice. I don't mind if he eats the pancakes, you know."

"But he's evil and we don't even know why he's here or how he got here! He's probably gonna ruin my par—"

"Put a sock in it, will ya?!" Allen snapped, "And no fuckin' way! You. You're Nattie's counterpart?!" He was so wide eyed that Matthew was imagining him as one of those squeezable toys where the eyes popped out. Also, since when did he get so close?! "DUDE! YOU LOOK LIKE A PANSY COMPARED TO HIM!"

"Get away from my brother!" Alfred yelled, grabbing the back collar of Allen's t-shirt and pulling him away from Matthew. "Don't go calling my brother a pansy! Only I'm allowed to call him that!"

Matthew just watched. He was almost thankful that his brother 'saved' him from Allen's 'closeness' but that last bit killed it.

"That doesn't make you look any better, blondie!"

"But you're still a villain, uh, red eyes!"

"Hah! What kinda lame ass insult is that supposed to be?"

"Oh shut up! Hah! I bet you can't throw a punch with those skinny ass noodle arms!"

"Says you! Fatass Piggy!" Allen threw a swing that nearly hit Alfred, if not for the blond dodging.

"Oh that's it! You are SO on, you skeleton!"

"Bitch! Take that ba—"

"Oooookay! That's enough!" Matthew quickly went in between the two to prevent any further damage, "How about we calm down and have pancakes! C'mon Al, I know how much you love my pancakes…"

Alfred looked reluctant at first but Matthew gave him the 'Arthur look' and the other pouted, "Fine.."

The Canadian turned to the other American, "And you?"

"Wait… Can I seriously have some pancakes…?" Asked the dark haired male. Matthew gave him a strange look and nodded, "Ah sweet! Nat never fuckin' shares!"

Today was going to be an interesting day, huh?


A/N:

ANNNNND IM HERE! I'm actually not too impressed with this chapter and honestly, I just wanted to get it out there because I've got a busy night later today and I didn wanna keep you guys waiting ;;

Well, a majority of the people are waiting for Misfit to update but I noticed that this fic got some attention and decided to please ya ~ Again, not too impressed. I was gonna have Matt's bit in chap 03 but like, this one ended up being disgustingly short so I had to bump the word count or else I would NOT be satisfied.

Also I forgot to mention: I don't believe in the theory of the 2Ps being super psycho villainous assholes, which is why my portrayal of Allen might be a bit 'off'. Alfred assumes they act like monsters because I'm shoving the usual fandoms assumption into his own beliefs lol.