((This is a short one-shot about that crazy 2P!England and the 'gentleman' England. I decided to get down with my dark-self! Enjoy the chaos!))
Arthur sat in his usual chair which was in the usual spot in his home. It was night-time and the fire was going in the fireplace. Everything was quiet and all was well. Tea cup in his right hand and a good book in his left, nothing could disturb the Brit.
"Arthur~!"
Nothing except that.
"Arthur" the voice came again. "I came to see you~!"
The blond looked up from his book to see a man with strawberry blond hair silhouetted in the glow of embers. He wore the most ridiculous outfit Arthur had ever seen. Those colours clashed so much, the clothes looked like they'd had a dreadful colour splashing at a Crayola factory. However, Arthur knew this man so clearly that it hurt sometimes.
"Hello, Oliver" he muttered.
"Tea time?" the other one asked, glee in his voice.
Arthur didn't answer. He merely found his place in his book and continued reading.
"Please don't ignore me" Oliver said, sounding hurt. "That makes me upset!"
It was funny. They had all told Arthur that this man wasn't real. Yet here he was, right in front of him. Suddenly the book was pulled out of Arthur's hands. Looking up, he saw Oliver with it in his own hands.
"I told you not to ignore me" he hissed, grin still present on his face.
That wasn't the same as before. It was no longer the innocent, carefree grin. Now, it was his insane, 'I could kill you right now' grin. Arthur suppressed a shudder as Oliver slowly moved to the fireplace where the fire was still shining bright. He then tossed the book in, watching it burn.
"Now that you're not distracted" he purred. "We can spend time together!"
"I don't want to" Arthur protested weakly.
"That's quite alright" Oliver giggled. "With the game we're playing, you'll fit the part well!"
Before he knew it, Arthur was pulled to his feet and dragged to his basement. There, he was strapped to what seemed like a surgeons table.
"What are you doing" he asked, feeling more annoyed than scared.
"I told you already" Oliver's voice filled the room, eerie and ominous. "We're going to play!"
Arthur felt his panic rise as the others face came into view.
"Wh-what exactly are we playing" Arthur stammered.
"Oh I think you'll like it" Oliver replied, holding up a scalpel. "It's called 'Night Surgeon'!"
"Y-you can't do that! You're not even real..!"
"Oh I am real; I'm not a shadow. I'm as real as the breaths you take; the ones that are going to stop after we're done playing!"
Arthur's scream was heard far and wide, and when he was seen again, he was trembling in his basement, covered in his own blood.
((So... That was a hell of a way to end a one-shot... I felt like being dark! Yay dark!))