A story concerning the 2p Nations has been dancing around in my head for years and what's a better way to jumpstart myself back into to writing than to write a story I've been wanting to for so long?

Warnings: None really, I guess it could count as horror at least in the first chapter, and some crude language courtesy of none other than England and Romano.

Prologue

The first time Arthur saw a face in the mirror that wasn't his, he had thought nothing of it.

The island nation was vigorously cleaning his living room after another disastrous visit with Sealand, when he saw a flash of pink in the corner of his eye. Yet, when he turned to the mirror the only thing it reflected was himself. Dismissing it as either a trick of the light or his fairy friends twittering around, England returned to his cleaning, muttering about disrespectful, wannabe nations, all the while unaware of the pair of eyes watching his every move.

The second time Arthur saw a face in the mirror that wasn't his he started, violently.

He had been preparing for bed when his reflection dimmed around his eyes, and his forest green orbs were replaced with a starting set of pink and blue swirls. An aborted yelp of surprise flew from his lips and he fumbled and slipped on the wet bathroom floor flinging his arm to brace himself on the sink counter to keep himself from falling. The figure in the mirror was unclear save for its eyes and the outline of the bottom of its face where a pair of lips were pursed in a firm line. The image blinked in and out for a moment before disappearing completely leaving Arthur questioning his sanity.

The third time Arthur saw a face in the mirror that wasn't his, he screamed.

Not the normal scream of irritation or surprise, but a full on shriek of pure terror. His behind met the floor as his back collided painfully with the leg of the kitchen table, the scones he had intended to set on the table to cool raining down and hitting the tiled floor. His hand flew to the back of his neck where he had felt the phantom feeling of fingers brushing against his nape.

His wide eyes stared fearfully into an equally wide familiar set of spiral eyes. The apparition suddenly smiled charmingly at him from the tiny wall mirror he had turned his back on, his multicolored eyes crinkling at the sides, before a bell like laugh echoed throughout the all but empty kitchen, bouncing against the walls ,and rebounding. The image that had haunted him for a fortnight swished and swayed until he could see it with perfect clarity for the first time.

The smiling visage of himself lips were moving, saying something the petrified Nation barely heard through the haze of terror, before it disappeared and leaving only the image of himself, pale and shaking.

England let out a small sob and buried his face in his hands, the words the specter had spoke played over and over in his befuddled mind, a mantra of a malicious promise and dangerous intent.

"It's time to play Arthur."

So that's the prologue. I hope this chapter was as creepy for you to read as it was for me to write. A quick note, you will see all of the Axis and Allies 2p counterparts as well as the Tomato Gang's and the Baltic Nations. A few others will also be included, maybe. See you in the next chapter for the formal introduction of 2p England.