A Small World? (Hetalia x Male!Reader x 2pHetalia)

Chapter 4: My Brother is England

     I sat on the bed after listening to the bullshit story of how I'm Arthur's little brother and I ran away after something stupid. I gave a soft yawn in acknowledgment. It was sorta boring to me, honestly.
  "What makes you so sure I'm your little brother? I lived in the 2p dimension for as long as I can remember!" I retorted. Alfred held up a picture of a (hair color) kid with my feature -obviously more child-like than now- and was next to a younger Arthur. They seemed so happy... So innocent...
  "This is why dude! You and this kid look almost identical! If you ha a kid picture of yourself, maybe you could prove me wrong!" Alfred laughed.

     I pulled out a cupcake shaped locket from my pants. I never wore it for 3 reasons:
1. It's so girly! A pink sparkly cupcake while beating the shit outta people is Ollie's thing.
2. I BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA PEOPLE FOR A LIVING!!! I need to maintain my reputation! I don't need some idiots trying to test me! Allen and Matt do enough of that for everyone else!
3. I don't want to lose it. Ollie gave me this a week after we met! We barely could afford the apartment we stayed in, much less this locket!

     I sighed and opened it up. On the left side was a picture of Oliver and François -my France- in their wedding photo. Both were neatly dressed up, smiling like the happiest men on the planet! It was also the only photo I've had where François looked clean. On the right side, there was a picture of Mathieu, me, and Allen in that order. We were tots and it was taken 3 days after Oliver and François adopted them. Matt was wearing his classic hockey jersey from his favorite Canadian Hockey Team -the Winnipeg Jets- while holding an old small Hockey Stick. Allen wore the Boston Red Sock's -a baseball team- Jersey and had a bat in his hands. I was wearing whatever Ollie made me wear, a pastel outfit because he could. I was pretty dirty and had a large bandage on my left cheek. I still have the scar there right now. I handed over the locket to Alfred, letting him compare the photos.

     Arthur peaked at the photos too, seeing the noticeable difference between the two children in the photos. He gave a soft frown.
  "You bloody git! These children are very different!" England growled.
  "No! Remember when you got me? It was five years after (Your Name) disappeared! I would assume that would be the same case with my 2p! So this (Y/n) is 5 years older than the one that disappeared!" Alfred stated as a matter of fact. He looked through the photos for trace evidence the children were the same people. That's when it hit him.
  "HAHA! I found it!" Alfred stood heroically.
  "Found what? A brain?" I mumbled.
  "If these photos hold true today, then you have to be the same! You and your 'counterpart' are too similar! You'd be like twins!" Alfred smirked, thinking he had won.
  "But what if that is the case and our names happen to be that similar that we got our names confused as a kid? Like Matthew is your Canada but Mathieu is MY Canada." I countered, making the American's smile falter.