Okay, so I love the 2p!Hetalia characters. Here's a story on how they came to exist and how they are dealt with by the regular nations. Idea came to me in Spanish (Yes, I'm easily distracted). I don't own Hetalia, or 2p!Hetalia.

Arthur's P.O.V.

I stared at the mirror with a mix of amazement and surprise. My reflection, or lack there of, was startling. There was absolutely nothing there! I moved around the mirror trying to see if it was just a trick of the light. It wasn't. Well I'll be damned! I've lost my reflection! There has to be some probable explanation for this. I'm pretty sure I wasn't a vampire so that was out.

I've read stories where losing your reflection could mean you've lost your soul. I haven't lost my soul now have I? No... I think I would feel a little more dead inside than usual... What could this mean?

I touched the mirror and it rippled like water. Well that's not normal. I stook my hand into the liquid mirror. It was bloody cold in there. Freezing, like Siberia and Antarctica combined. I tried to pull my hand out, but something with rather large claws grabbed my hand. I yelped and tried to pull free. The things claws dug into my hand, but I kept up my persistence. Eventually, it gave way and I fell backwards onto my bedroom floor. I looked at my hand and it had turned blue, with red claw marks where the thing had dug in. In other words, it looked horrifying.

I raced downstairs to my living room to warm up by the fireplace. After my hand turned a healthy color again, I headed to the kitchen to bandage up and grab some tea. The strangest thing, I thought I smelled cupcakes in the hallway. As I got closer the smell intensified, and as I entered the kitchen, a man was standing there! Baking cupcakes! In my bloody kitchen!

"Who the bloody hell are you?" I shouted. He turned around and he was me! Me with turquoise-pink eyes no less!

"Hi Arthur!" he giggled, "I'm Arthur! Care for a cupcake?"

I was taken aback by this. How could this man be me? He's dressed ridiculously! With that turquoise bow tie and pink vest! Absolutely ludicrous!

"Why are you in my house?" I shouted.

"Now, now, Arthur! That's no way to treat a guest! Especially a guest that offers you cupcakes!" Arthur cheered. What I would give to wipe that stupid smile off his face!

"Answer my questions you git!" I shouted. He stared at me, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"I got here through the mirror of course!" he chirps. I feel awfully relieved to have this information, but this led to another question: Why is my reflection such a wanker?

"You need to get back in there!" I shouted.

"But, it's much warmer out here and there's not a monster chasing me anymore!" he whines. God, he's just like Alfred.

"Plus, I want to play with you!" he gave me a devious grin.

"Ivan taught me a game in the mirror realm, called Russian roulette!" he cheers.

"We are NOT playing Russian roulette! Wait... there's another Ivan?" I was absolutely horrified then, because one Ivan is scary, but two... I dread thinking about it.

"Of course! We've all decided you've had enough time out here and that we should spend some time in the real world, instead of being trapped in that purgatory with the beast," Arthur said. Well, he sounded almost sane in that moment. I decided to let him stay.

"Fine... you can stay..." I muttered. He cheered and did a little happy dance.

"Would you like a cupcake, Arthur? Please? I added my special ingredient," Arthur winked. I shrugged and walked over to the fresh plate of cupcakes. They looked good enough.

"Alright, I'll try one," I picked on up and bit into it. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. Suddenly, my head started swimming and the world started spinnning.

"Can you taste the secret ingredient Arthur?" Arthur asked.

"Very well. Would you mind telling me what you used?" I fell to my knees and dropped the cupcake.

"Rat poison!" he cackled. The last things I remember before the world faded to black was Arthur with a bundle of rope and the realization that my reflection was completely and utterly mad.

So what do you think? Please review! Reviews are to me, as vodka is to Russia! In other words, they are my fuel! XD