Chapter 2: 2P What'shisname

After eventually forcing America off of him, Arthur realized that he was not the only unexpected guest. Canada was there as well, looking almost as worried as his brother. America was the first to break the silence.

"Hey, Iggy?" He asked, apparently unable to stop referring to Arthur as such, even though he had never done so in canon. "What happened to you? When we came, you were on the ground and not responding to anything."

Arthur grew silent, remembering what happened before America and Canada showed up. He sighed. "Oliver happened," he said way too dramatically.

There was silence.

"What?" America blurted.

"Who the hey is Oliver?" Canada asked.

"He's my 2P," Arthur replied.

America and Canada suddenly gasped. "You ran into a 2P too!?" They both exclaimed in totally unplanned unison.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

America and Canada exchanged looks before the latter sighed. "Before we came here, I saw my 2P too."

Arthur's eyes widened. "Really? What was he like?"

And so, Canada began to tell the story of how he and America came upon his 2p...

It was early in the morning and Canada was in his bathroom, getting ready for the day. He just began to brush his teeth when his mirror suddenly began to glow a bright red. Canada jumped and, to his surprise, a man began to emerge from the mirror. The man was identical to Canada in appearance, but there were crucial differences that set them apart. For example, this man wore his blonde hair in a messy ponytail and had dark sunglasses covering his eyes with a scowl to match. He wore a red jacket over a red and black flannel shirt. He also held a hockey stick that was tinted red with what appeared to be blood.

Their eyes had met for only a few seconds before the man let out a gasp. Canada stared at the man, frozen in place, as he suddenly dropped his hockey stick. THUMP! Canada jumped at the loud noise. He was about to speak when the man interrupted him. "Oh, man. Of all the people to ambush, why did it have to be you!?"

Canada blinked. "What?"

"You're just so perfect!"

Canada's eyes widened. "Huh!?"

Suddenly, America burst into the room. Did I mention he spent the night? "Hey, man. Get out of the way. I have to-OH MY GOD! Who is that guy!?" America pointed at the other man.

"Uh…" Before Canada could even attempt to explain, the man suddenly lifted his hockey stick.

"I'm sorry, my love." With that, he tightly shut his eyes and stuck Canada down.

The maple lover, now unconcious, collapsed to the floor with a satisfying 'thump.'

America cried out in horror. "What'syourname, no!"

Before he could react, the man turned to America and struck him in the head as well. The nation fell beside his brother, unconscious. That was the last thing they remembered. The next thing they knew, America and Canada woke up in the basement, tied to chairs along with Canada's polar bear, Kumokiki.

"Uh dude." America interrupted. "Your bear's name is Kumajiro."

"Shut your face, America. I'm telling a story."

Canada looked around and noticed that they being held in his basement-and that they weren't alone. Sitting backwards on a chair on the opposite side of the room, was their mysterious assailant, staring right at them. It wasn't long until the man noticed they were now conscious.

"So, you're finally awake," the stranger muttered, standing up from his chair.

"Wh-who are you?" Canada asked while America began to struggle.

"My name is Matt," The man answered as he walked towards them, hockey stick in hand.

America suddenly stopped struggling and looked up at the man. "Who?" He asked ironically.

"Matt."

"Who?" America repeated.

"Matt!"

"What's a Matt?"

"Me!"

"We see," America said, even though he really didn't see.

"Whatever. Anyway, I'm his 2P," Matt said, pointing his hockey stick at Matthew.

"You're his what now?" America asked, raising an eyebrow.

"2P is short for Second Player. They appear similar to their counterpart, but are completely different. Got it, dipshit?"

"Wait, if you're my...counterpart, then does that mean the other nations have counterparts too?" Matthew asked, his heart pounding at the thought.

"Do I have one?" America chimed in.

Matt scowled and turned away. "I can't answer that."

America's eyes widened. "There are others, aren't there?"

Matt suddenly whipped towards America, shoving his hockey stick inches away from his face. "If you don't shut up and stop asking questions right now, I'm gonna-!"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, silencing Matt. America and Matthew quickly exchanged glances. Matt groaned and slowly lowered his hockey stick. He began to walk up the stairs until he turned to them, "If either of you make a sound, I'll bash 'Dipshit's' head in." With that, Matt went upstairs and made his way to the door.

Once he answered it, he was met with an old priest. He held a small pamphlet and wore a large smile. "Excuse me, sir. Do you have time to learn about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?"

"No," Matt answered flatly. "No, I do not."

Back downstairs, America and Matthew had managed to break free from their loosely tied ropes. Once America gave Matthew a boost, he managed to open the basement window. With Kumajiro and his brother at his side, he crawled out. After shutting the window behind them, they got in Matthew's car.

"Where do we go? Wh-What do we do?" Canada asked as he fumbled with his keys.

"Don't worry. I know a place!"

"Where?"

America suddenly looked out the window, dramatically squinting his eyes. "Iggy's house."

"So, wait. You're the one who wanted to get help?" Arthur looked to America.

"Well, yeah! We're obviously dealing with aliens! Or something."

"Your friend is an alien, America."

America gasped. "How rude! Tony is not an alien! Trump said so!"

"You mean that orange potato you call your boss?"

"Hey! Only my people and I can insult the orange potato!"

"Guys, stop! We have a situation!" Matthew interrupted.

"Right, right. Sorry. So, what do we do?" America asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.

"We need to gather the nations," Arthur said.

"Wait. All of them? Even the micronations?"

"No, you git! Only the important ones!"

"Ohhhh. Got it."

With that, America went off to make some phone calls, leaving Matthew and Arthur alone.

"What do you think they want? The 2Ps, I mean?" Matthew whispered.

Arthur sighed. "I don't know, Canada. I don't know."

To be continued...