Chapter 2

Alfred paced in the hallway just outside of the doors leading to the room the world conference was to be held. It wasn't actually going to start for another hour or so, but he'd wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible after the whole incident with the mirror (partly because he didn't want to deal with the wrath of Arthur, and partly because he didn't want his soul to be devoured by the horrifying ghost roamed their attic.) As he and Matthew had arrived, though, the two split up. Matthew was actually expecting to meet with Prussia a little while before the meeting to discuss a few thing, so he'd wandered off to find him, leaving Alfred alone to kill time.

He wandered the halls a bit more before finding himself once again in front of the meeting room. Sighing, he decided he should just go for a walk outside. The meeting was being held in Washington DC, a place with which he was naturally familiar, so he figured he'd have no problem making it back in time. As he approached the exit, though, Matthew entered the building, much to Alfred's surprise.

"Huh? Mattie? What're you doing?" He approached his boyfriend cheerily, happy he might not have to wander around alone any more.

Matthew, however, looked taken aback by the approach, "Huh? Are you... Are you talking to me...?" He practically whispered, a mixture of fear and shock filled his eyes.

Alfred, being as dense as he was, merely tilted his head slightly at the odd behavior, "Uh, yeah. There's no one else here, is there?"

Alfred looked Matthew up and down, something striking him as off. As he thought about it, it was definitely strange that Matthew was wearing his signature red hoodie and jeans. Considering it was a meeting, he would normally be wearing his military uniform, and Alfred was pretty sure that was what he was wearing when they'd arrived. However, he could have just brought a change of clothes with him, for all Alfred knew. Still, there was something else...

Shifting his weight, Alfred nonchalantly leaned his head over Matthews shoulder, examining the back of his head, "Hey, when'd you do this?" He batted at the ponytail on the back of Matthew's head. Smirking to himself, he added, "It's kinda sexy."

He rocked back to being face to face with Matthew, who was now glowing a color similar to his hoodie. He all but refused to make eye contact with Alfred, and his gaze was fixed firmly on the floor.

"I-it's... Always been like this... Th-thank you for s-saying something, though..." He smiled gently, fumbling with the hockey stick in his hands, "It... Means a lot, for you to say that..."

Alfred's mind backtracked as he shook his head, double-taking at the object in Matthew's hands. "Uh, Matt? What's that for?"

Matthew glanced up, looking Alfred in the eye for a brief moment before looking straight back down at his hands, raising the stick to his chest in a creepily loving manner.

"Oh... Just in case... I need it for something."

Alfred gave him an odd look before shrugging it off, slinging his arm around Matthew, "C'mon, wanna walk with me for a bit? We still have a little while before the meeting,"

At first, Matthew was rigid, but after a moment, he immediately relaxed and slung his arms around Alfred's torso. Normally, Matthew was the 'no-cutesy-stuff-in-public-that's-embarrassing' kind of boyfriend, so Alfred welcomed this development quite happily and guided Matthew off back down the hallway he'd come from.

Matthew was bored. He'd abandoned Alfred to wait for Gilbert, but he didn't take into account that they were an hour early, and Gilbert was ALWAYS late. So, he was really doing nothing more than sitting alone. As he began to contemplate going back to find Alfred, the sound of a door opening startled him as he noticed a door across the hall opening. It was more of a back door, the kind that seemed unusually out-of-the-way in a large building like this, so he didn't exactly expect to see anyone entering through it. He was even more surprised, however, when Arthur was the one who emerged, glancing around sporadically with panic in his eyes. He didn't seem to notice Matthew, which wasn't unusual, but Matthew figured a chat about whatever he'd done with the mirror might pass the time. As Arthur began to pass him (he was constantly looking back at the door over his shoulder, still taking no notice to Matthew), he called out to him. "Arthur? What're you doing?"

Arthur immediately froze in his tracks. Slowly, he turned to look at Matthew before locking their gazes. They stood there, just like that, frozen, for a good minute before Arthur actually responded.

"M-Mat-... Canada... S-sorry, my boy. I didn't see you there..."

Matthew looked at him strangely. Sure they weren't exactly close, but they hadn't been on official-name basis for a long while. It was now that Matthew noticed the way Arthur was holding his shoulder, almost as if it were in pain. As a matter of fact, there were scrapes on his face, and some of this clothing was slightly tattered. He almost looked as though he'd been mugged.

"Arthur? Are you okay? You look like you got into a fight..." He took a few quick steps toward his father figure, who met them almost precisely with a few steps in the opposite direction.

"H-huh? What do you mean? You of all people should know what happened!" His eyes were wide, staring straight at Matthew, full of what could only be described as fear. Matthew was thoroughly confused, but it was obvious to him that something was spooking Arthur, and it seemed like it had something to do with him.

"I don't know what you..."

"Iggy! Long time no see, huh pal?" A loud, obnoxious voice caught both of the other's attention as they turned to see Alfred leaning against the door Arthur had come in through. Arthur looked at Alfred with a similar look of fear, and upon seeing him took a step away from him. Alfred merely chuckled and strode over to Arthur, looping his hand around his shoulder. As his arm put pressure on the shoulder he was holding, he winced in pain and recoiled a bit, though Alfred was too strong for him to really get away.

"Oh, man, who did that to you?" Alfred smirked, and Matthew caught his eyes flickering over to glance at him, smirking. It appeared Alfred was awaiting a reaction, and when he received none, he looked over at Matthew again, who was just standing, staring at the other two men.

Alfred looked momentarily confused before turning once again back to England. "Y'know, Iggy, I was wondering... You got anything planned for after this meeting?" From his tone and body language, Alfred seemed to be openly hitting on Arthur, who was basically paralyzed under Alfred's grip.

"Huh? Al, what're you...?" Matthew, slightly hurt, now actually decided to interfere and approach the other two in the hall. As he got closer, England seemed to before more and more frightened, and his eyes never left Matthew's face. Alfred, on the other hand, grinned. Keeping his eyes fixed on England, he continued, "I mean, it's not like I have plans. And I'm up for whatever you're up for~" He winked slyly, breaking Arthur out of his trance. As Arthur's face turned a deep red, Matthew decided enough was enough.

"Al! Hey! I'm right here!" This seemed to be the reaction Alfred was originally looking for, as he was now grinning like a maniac. Finally looking at Matthew, he acted as though he hadn't noticed the other nation's presence.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you there. Who are you again?" He put a sickening amount of emphasis on the word 'who', which hit Matthew hard. Because he'd always lacked presence, Alfred often forgot about him in the past. But, since they'd started dating, Alfred had been very careful to pay special attention to Matthew, and not once had he actually forgotten about him.

Before he could even stop them, tears began to well up in his eyes, "A-Al... That's not even funny..."

Alfred looked genuinely surprised by the reaction and immediately released Arthur, who looked between the two for a moment before taking off down the hall.

"Whoa, waterworks? That's new. God, what's with everyone today?" Alfred rubbed the back of his head before snaking his hand around Matthew's waist. "I was kidding. What's up with you? You're not acting like yourself." He paused for a minute before continuing, "And what happened to your hair? When'd ya cut it?" He waved his free hand just below Matthew's hairline in a sort of cutting gesture.

Matthew, now utterly confused and still a little hurt, sniffled, looking down and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "What do you mean? I didn't get it cut..."

Alfred removed his hand from Matthew's back before stepping back, eyes narrowed, as he looked the other over. Before he had a chance to say anything, though, Matthew spoke up, "Hey, you're asking me about my hair... What did you do to yours? And where are your glasses?

Alfred threw his hands up, "What is it with you people and the glasses? These are the only glasses I've got!" He motioned to the sunglasses resting on the top of his head.

Matthew shook his head, resting his face in his palm. Sighing, he turned and walked in the same direction that Arthur had gone. Though he was still hurt, he was beginning to get a bit annoyed with Alfred's unusual antics. "Whatever you say."

"Where are you going?" Alfred jogged a few paces to catch up.

"Walking. You might as well follow me, if you want, but I'm mad at you."

Authors Notes: Woohoo! Our favorite twins/lovers, finally . w . I have a lot of fun writing the interactions between the 2ps and 1ps, since they're so incredibly different.

Oh, and I should probably talk about this; Well, since 2p personalities basically fall on headcanon, I should share mine with you guys, so you know what to expect when it comes to characterization.

For 2pAmerica- Kind of a jerkass, a do-anything-to-get-what-I-want kind of guy. He doesn't care what happens to anyone else if he's getting his way- Except in the case of Matthew, who's the only person he truly cares about. That doesn't stop him from constantly messing with Matt, though. He's also rude, and he enjoys messing with people's emotions.

For 2pCanada- Total Yandere, by every definition of the word. Normally, he's sweeter and shier then his 1p self, but also clingier (namely, to Alfred). But, if there's any sort of threat to Alfred or someone he actually cares about, he totally flips to the point of extreme violence. He also snaps whenever he hears the word 'who', no matter what the context.

As any more 2p characters and headcanons need to be introduced, I'll do them. Until then, enjoy~ (And reviews make me happy! Just sayin!)