"Welcome to my world, Arthur."
Someone ripped the blindfold off from around his eyes. England blinked in the bright light. He was starting to get more than a little annoyed.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Now that he could see, he looked around to catch a glimpse of his captor, but he was no where to be seen. Calming down a bit, England looked at the room they were in, confused. "Are we... are we back in my study?"
Sure enough, there was his desk and sofa, and the fireplace in the wall. But everything was covered in fluffy pink and purple lace and pillows. He tried to comprehend what exactly was going on, but then the door opened, and a man wearing a mask and jacket came in. He crept toward the tied up nation, and leered over him.
"Who- What's going on, here?" England pushed himself as far back into his chair as he could.
"Why, Arthur don't be so scared." The voice was the same the one from earlier, happy and sweet. A pale hand reached up and unzipped the jacket, then in one swift motion removed it and the mask, revealing someone very similar to the nation who watched in disbelief. "It's a little silly to be scared of yourself, after all."
so recently i decided i wanted to do something on fanfic where i could post something everyday, so i'll be doing little chapters (maybe a little longer and maybe shorter) and try my hardest to update everyday. i honestly dont know what my plans are for this story but i suppose we will see.
yes, this is a 2p fanfiction, and 2p England is my fav so thhat is why i am doing this. that is all.
