Hetalia- Player 2 Has Entered Ch1

Title: Player 2 Has Entered
Rating: T (Though later chapters may become M for smut)
Pairings/Characters: AmericaxCanada (And possibly more later? IDK at this moment)
Warnings: AU, human names used, possibility of OOC-ness, 2p characters, violence
Description: A strange, old, ugly mirror England purchased because of it's 'magical properties' has been sitting in the FACE family's attic for years, completely forgotten. What happens when America and Canada find it, and it's magical properties drag alternate versions of themselves from some deranged universe?
Authors notes: I LOOOVE 2P HETALIA o w o I just wanted to write this cause it sounded fun, and it has been so far.

Chapter 1
"Well, they weren't lying when they said it cracked..." Arthur sighed, examining the very obviously broken mirror standing before him. In all honesty, he'd forgotten that he'd even bought it in the first place, so he wasn't exactly mad. He was, however, slightly worried. He didn't know too much about the mirror besides the fact that it had 'strong dark magic abilities', but the unnaturally straight crack running horizontally along the mirror at what was about his mouth height was unnerving, to say the least.
"Thinking about it... Alfred and Matthew are taller then me... This crack would probably be at about..." He gulped, "Their throat..."
Being thoroughly unnerved, he decided it best to just leave it be and send Francis up to retrieve it later so it could be disposed of. What good was a cracked mirror, anyways? And now that he looked at it, it was quite ugly. The frame was made out of some sort of strange wood painted in an almost nauseating green color, with strange jagged spiral designs scattered here and there. The glass of the mirror had a strange blue-purple tint to it, barely noticeable, though accented by the newly formed crack. The outside of the glass, what touched the wood, was oddly tarnished, barely shining, and any part of your reflection that you could see in it was fuzzy and slightly distorted. As a mirror, it was virtually useless for both aesthetic appeal and for being able to actually see yourself in it.
As Arthur turned to leave, he was stopped dead in his tracks by a scuffling noise coming from behind the mirror. He was already on-edge from the mirror, so to his embarrassment, a second scuffling noise made him jump a foot in the air. Attempting to straighten himself out, he wheeled back around and stepped to the side of the mirror.
"I-is someone there?" He tried hiding the shaking in his voice, though unsuccessfully. When no reply came, he sighed. This is stupid. It's probably a mouse or something. Why am I being so jumpy? He thought to himself, turning once again to leave.
"Boo."
A voice came from right behind him, and whoever it was was close enough that he could feel their breath on the back of his ear. He jumped once again, jerking his head over his shoulder to see whoever it was that had managed to sneak up behind him.
As his eyes met sharp blue ones, he stumbled backward a few steps before breathing a sigh of relief, "Alfred? What the bloody hell are you doing up here?!" He shouted, his voice now shaking even more then before. Alfred rocked back on his heels, chuckling to himself.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, his face turning red from embarrassment, "You git! You don't sneak up on people, it's rude! I though you were more mature then that?!"
Alfred only started laughing harder at this. This was when Arthur noticed something was strange about Alfred. It could have been the light, but his hair looked... Darker? There was something else too...
"Alfred, where are your glasses?" England inquired. He knew Alfred was practically blind without them, so it was strange to see him without them. At this question, though, Alfred's laughter began to calm down.
"Glasses? You mean these?" He adjusted a pair of sunglasses resting on his head, smirking.
"No, I mean Texas."
Now it was Alfred's turn to look at Arthur strangely.
"What're you talking about, Iggy?"
"Alfred, are you alright? You look different..."
Alfred crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking Arthur up and down, "I look different? Really?" He paused for a moment, "I would actually say you look different. You're looking... Manlier than usual."
At this, a dark blush formed on Arthur's face. "And what's that supposed to mean?!" Alfred laughed at this, though it wasn't his usual laugh. It was hollower, almost sinister.
"Man, you're acting different too! When'd you get so... I dunnno, not gay-as-all-hell?"
Arthur was about to retaliate when he heard footsteps behind him, slow but distinct, moving from the direction of the steps (which Arthur currently had his back to). There was also an eerie dragging sound that accompanied them, which made Arthur's nerves spark up again. As Arthur turned toward the source of the sound, the attic light suddenly began to flicker before going out entirely. Arthur let out a shriek, much to his embarrassment, and Alfred's hollow, creepy laugh once again echoed around the room.
"A-Alfred? Is that you? Where are we?"
Another voice came from the same direction as the footsteps, also familiar to Arthur. "Huh? W-who's there?!"
There was a still silence for a moment as the light flickered once again before coming back on. To his terror, Arthur was now face to face with someone completely different.
"Ooh, bad choice of words there, Iggy." Alfred chuckled from behind him
Anger flared in the eyes of the boy now right in front of Arthur, "Stop. Forgetting. About. Me."