A/N: Ok, so I was browsing through Tumblr when I came across this amazing fanfic by Alfredburgerotp and I just HAD to share it on Fanfiction! So that means I DO NOT OWN!
Staring down inhumanly blue eyes, with the same tired, half-cracked almond shape as his own, Arthur Kirkland saw something almost familiar beyond the pale blue. He thought for a moment that it was some professional-grade impersonator of himself that had only seen some very poor pictures of him (his hair was far too light, and his eyes that clouded, horrific blue, like a mist that hid sunlight as well as the bodies mangled and stowed away in the marshes of home… bodies no one cared to find). He thought perhaps that he had been saying something before this moment, something about intruders in his home and that he didn't obey the gun laws. But as the intruder held out a tray of muffins and chirped out the question of whether or not he wanted any, Arthur's soul felt almost at ease (and yes, he did take one, supposing it was just one of his fantasies from the time when he actually had control over who came and went in his home).
His hand, however, was slapped away, and the distinct whish-crack sound of a spell starting to crumble at the edges made him start and look up. "No touching the blueberry ones," This strange recolored version of himself chided, "You know those are Alfred's favorites and he would make quite a fuss if they were all gone before he arrived." And their gazes met. If there was one thing that was not faltering, it was that smile, pretty and pearly-white and oh-so-innocent. And wasn't that nice? Innocence! In today's world!
The thought of the moors back before they'd all been developed and rolled over with roads and houses crossed that old mind for a moment, and it came to him, as if he was overhearing someone else's thoughts so crystal clear and perky, that with such pure innocence to the world's ills, children instead release the evil inside themselves to live out the human desire to be cruel.
But instead he took a bite of the muffin (chocolate chip) offered to him and ignored that thought. If an Englishman couldn't ignore the thoughts that bothered him, he wasn't a true Englishman as far as Arthur was concerned.
The door to his home swung open (wait — wait, this was his house, wasn't it? Had he invited someone?) and there was the clunk, clunk, clunk of steel-toed boots against the tile of the kitchen. "Oh, butterscotch!" The exasperated mirror version of himself (well, Arthur supposed, his hair was just a shade lighter really, and his eyes weren't just blue, they had so much more to them, didn't they) set the tray of muffins down and shooed two men out of the kitchen, exclaiming that they simply must sit down and he would serve them and you shouldn't track dirt into the house you know!
He recognized Alfred, curious (and salivating like a dog at the scent of the blueberries) and trying to peek back in even as he was being shooed, though another dark-haired man caught his attention, and he shuffled out of the way almost as soon as he realized Arthur was looking for his face. Something was said to the man in the kitchen, who was handing him a tray of muffins to pass around, and he heard Alfred's ongoing laugh and his thoughts started creaking and slowing strangely, the carpet making him feel dizzy and his stomach tight as he handed the muffins out. And as this strange, dark-haired man reached immediately for a blueberry one, his hand was snapped away.
Arthur, in a last moment of will, looked up, and met the man's eyes. His blood ran cold, the carpet looked closer, and closer, his stomach knotted and pained and fearful and Alfred dropped the uneaten half of his dessert, rushing to his side. Arthur didn't wait to see a hand reaching for the baseball bat leaning against the side of the sofa to tell him to run.
Alfredburgerotp: [Okay so um I can't sleep and this is awful but uh here you go beek I hope you like it. I thought, our England uses magic just fine, though he's not very good at it sometimes… wouldn't 2P England use it too? So yeah, 2P England uses spells to soothe his victims before he captures/kills them. And yes there are roofers in the blueberry ones.
Run Alfred, run]