Capital Girls: 2p Trouble

Where the Trouble Started

England was working down in his basement. He was working on a spell so he could get back at America for pulling a prank on him at the last meeting. "That twit will pay for pulling that prank on me," England muttered as he placed some eye of newt into the black cauldron. "Now then, where is the last ingredient I need for the spell?"

"Britain!" America yelled, slamming the door to the basement open. "Dude, what are you doing down here in your dark basement?"

"Go away you wanker," Britain shouted at the American. "I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"It's none of your concern."

"Come on, tell me!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No. "

"Pretty please with a hamburger on top?"

"I don't even eat the junk! And no!"

This went on for several minutes and while they talked, England didn't realize that he was placing the wrong ingredient into the cauldron. When the British man realized his mistake, it was too little too late because there was a sudden explosion that threw America and Britain against the wall.

When the smoke cleared, the two nations carefully got to their feet, trying to regain their balance and composer. "Dude, what happened?" America asked as he rubbed his head.

"I'm not sure," England said as he dusted himself off. "That explosion wasn't too bad though. It caused less damage than I thought it would."

That's when England started getting a headache. He wouldn't admit it in front of America though so he just kept quiet. America was also starting to get a headache as well and he too didn't want to admit it so he was quiet as well.

"Well I'd better figure out what kind of spell was casted." Just when England was about to walk towards the cauldron, the headache became immensely painful, causing him to hold his head in his hands and collapse to the ground.

"Britain!" America shouted as he went to the English man's side. However, he stopped midway because he too was experiencing a harsh version of his small headache. "Dude....what's happening?"

"I-I'm not sure," Britain managed to speak as he tried to get up off of the ground. "It feels like, something is trying to...take control."

"You're very clever Artie~!" a familiar British voice stated inside England's head, shocking the bushy eyebrowed nation.

"No...it couldn't be you."

"England?" America asked, confused on who the British man was talking to.

"You ready pork chop?" a cocky voice questioned inside of America's head.

"Dude, not you. England-"

"I know," England interrupted, already knowing what America was going to say. "It's them. Just, fight for control."

"I'm trying man...but it feels like they've gotten stronger."

The struggle for control went on for several minutes until it was silent in the basement. Not a sound was made for a few minutes as the two nations laid lifelessly on the floor. America twitched a little before sitting up. He rubbed his head as he got to his feet. When he opened his eyes though, they were no longer blue; they were a crimson red that did not belong.

"Man, pork chop put up quite the fight," A smirk appeared on the American's face. "I was still able to beat him." As Al stood to his feet, he began scanning Alfred's memories. Al was a bit shocked when he found out what Alfred had been doing for several years now; "So the idiot's been taking care of a kid has he?"

That's when England began to move. He sat up and began rubbing his temples. When the British man opened his eyes, they were a bright blue with pink swirls mixed in instead of emerald green.

"Oh dear me~," the British man stated as he stood up and brushed the dust off his pants. "Artie put up quite the struggle. He said some very hateful words to me."

"Don't be such a pansy," Al scoffed. "Anyway what'd you find out Oliver?"

"Oh I found out something absolutely adorable!" Oliver squealed. "Artie has the cutest little girl who I think is just the most precious little thing!"

"So he has a kid too? Did these guys get busy while we were gone?"

"Probably. I just can't wait to meet Amelia! I must teach her how to bake some of my cupcakes."

Al smirked as he took off Texas and put on some shades. Then he looked over at Oliver, who kept squealing about the child that was "his". "Hey Oliver, you think the others are back as well?"

"I'm not sure. They could be back. The spell Artie casted traveled a pretty far distance."

Al sighed and then walked upstairs. He walked into the living room and saw a few pictures on a stand. There was one with Britain standing next to a little girl with pigtails. Next there was one with a group of kids; 2 boys, 9 nine girls, 1 polar bear, 1 alien, and 1 Gilbird, were sitting outside on a picnic blanket. Finally, there was a picture of the Allies with their kids with them.

The 2p sighed as he looked at the part of the picture with America and Amanda with the other Allies. They were smiling with each other as America had Amanda on his shoulders. In a way, Al felt kind-of jealous. Why didn't he have a kid of his own? Why wasn't he able to raise a kid to be just like him? He would've been a good parent too, teaching his kid how to fight and things like that. It made Al absolutely angry.

That's when Oliver came upstairs. He came over to the stand and looked at the pictures. Then he squealed when he saw the picture of all the children. "They're so adorable~!" Oliver turns to look at Al and sees the frustrated look on his face. "Al? What's wrong?"

"I should've raised the kid, not pork chop!" Al growled. "If we hadn't been locked away, I could've raised the kid."

"I'm sure you would've been a wonderful Father, Al."

"You'd better believe it." That's when a smirk formed on Al's face. "I say the 1Ps deserve a little pay back, don't you Oliver?"

Oliver had a Cheshire cat-like smile come to his face. "Sounds like a plan~." Then Oliver went to the kitchen to do some cooking.

If you so much as think about hurting my little girl, I'll make you sorry Al, Alfred told the 2p through thought.

"You aren't in a position to really be making threats pal," Al replied. "You can talk all big and stuff, but I know that you can't do squat now that I'm in control. I've been waiting for a long time to get you back for locking me away pork chop and now I can."

Oh no, the 2ps have arrived. What will our beloved capitals do?! Find out next time readers.