Just what the title says! (Please don't spam me with requests. Updates will be sporadic.) DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia... or you!

Karkat Vantas Is an ordinary troll, until an extraordinary sea dweller comes and changes his life forever. Eridan is nothing like what Karkat had expected him to be. Problems are encountered, band eridan doesn't know what to choose. (This is my first legit fanfic that I've written down, and I have tons of Ideas for it. Read if you ship Eridan and Karkat, and leave me comments. I'd love to see what you think of it ❤ also, there may be mild smut. Nothing to hardcore though. Enjoy!!)

The American Revolution was brutal. Blood was shed left and right. The boy Arthur used to know was now as strong as he, and he could do nothing about it. Once the battle was won, Alfred had declaired himself as America. As he went off, leaving Britain behind, he constantly looked back. He would remember the fun times they had together; the laughs they shared with so much passion and heart. But those days were nothing now. America needed to create his own happy memories within his own Nation. Ever since that dark day, something dark festered within Alfred. Years and years went by and he tried desperately to surpress the evil, hiding it with a smile around his friends. As Alfred looked in the mirror, the only thing he could see was that aura of evil, which seemed to have formed into a humanization. As he observed it closer, he noticed the apperition looked exactly like him, but with a darker hint. Alfred was terrified and tried to run. But the other was just as fast. He glared at the Real America with scarlet eyes, his dark brown hair wavering in front of his face. As the imposter smiled, a single tooth had been missing. The bomber-jacket wardrobe and denum jeans remained the same, but the attitude differed completely. It wasn't long before the second Alfred had changed things. He kept the first Alfred in fear, threatening him constantly with his nail-embedded baseball bat; which had been blood-stained over time from innocent victims. And through those harsh years, Alfred learned-from Italy-about his other being. And Italy said: "They are called 2Ps; Second Players. They are the evil and mean versions of us, and they call us 1Ps; First Players". From that day forward, Allen, Alfred's 2P, had run his life like a dictator. But what was life like from the 2P's point of view?

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Hetalia does not belong to me (sadly) it belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya this is my first fanfic so please leave comments and suggestions. the reader is a lovely person who loves art and italians but doesnt know how to express it like she does with her lovely art. (BTW: horrible at descriptions) I plan on making this a 3 book series so yeah i believe that this book is finished so enjoy!