While I haven't been planning this one as long as Dark Crystal, I have had this idea on my mind for a long time. Everyone always uses the concept of using a mirror world being where the 2P's lived, but I also added something extra to it that I thought would be an interesting idea. I will go more into the idea in the next chapter. Until then, enjoy. Review please!

England looked through the bookshelf full of magic books. Scanning through each book, he stared at one particular title of a book called Mirrors. Thick eyebrows furrowed before he stared back at a mirror across the basement that was his magic room. Green, emerald eyes kept staring at the reflection of the mirror that seemed to be reflecting the room in its perfect order from the shapes to the shades, highlights and colors of the room.

As a small fly began flying toward the mirror, landing on its surface, one particular aspect began to take notice. The fly had no reflection. England slowly took down the book he had been staring at and began to read. He read aloud in a language that was dead long ago, Old English.

Liechtenstein was staring at themselves in the mirror, while adjusting her ribbon. Her long and wide pink dress was very elegant, which made her smile. Her green eyes seemed to bring a shine to her complexion.

"Are you ready?" Switzerland asked, who was standing by the doorway.

"Yes," Liechtenstein replied with a simple smile. "It is good to see you, big brother. Would His majesty like this?"

"I think he would," Switzerland replied, showing a small smile as Liechtenstein showed a small and innocent one upon her lips before looking back at her mirror.

Then, the mirror began to glow a bright blue, which made Liechtenstein's eyes blink. Switzerland stared at the mirror as Liechtenstein slowly began touching the mirror. Before any warning could be made, she felt her fingers, entire arm and eventually the rest of her body being pulled and sucked into the mirror as she screamed. Switzerland ran after his little sister.

"Liech!" Switzerland almost screamed, reaching out for Liechtenstein's hand before she was completely pulled in and his hands hit the mirror. "Liech!" He banged his hands on the mirror. "LIECH!"

"GERMANY! GERMANY! HELP ME! I'M SCARED!" Germany heard Italy screaming.

Germany sighed, rubbing his temples as he walked to Italy's room, asking, "what is it this- MEIN GOTT!" He gasped, eyes widening, as he witness Italy holding onto his dresser with his right hand and half his body trapped inside the glowing blue mirror.

"GERMANY, HELP ME! I'M SCARED!" Italy cried as Germany didn't waste any time to grab onto his right hand.

"Hold on! I'm going to pull you in!" Germany promised determinedly, grabbing a hold of Italy's upper body with his arms and used his leg as leverage against the dresser to pull Italy out.

"Germany!" Italy cried, weeping fearful tears before being yanked through the mirror, Germany hitting his arms and head against the mirror.

"ITALY!"

"There, looks like the mirror is fixed," England said with satisfaction. A smirk appeared on his lips as the book in his hand slapped shut.

"Who are you?" England heard someone with his own accent, only maybe a bit more Yorkshire. His eyes turned to saucers and begun looking around.

"Who's that!? Who are you!?"

"Up here!" The stranger replied as England looked up and his jaw slowly dropped, dropping his book.

Up on the ceiling, upside down, was what looked to be England, only with a pink getup that made him look like a rodeo clown with a bow tie, strawberry blond hair and sky blue eyes. He smiled brightly, waving.

"Hello," The man greeted. "What's your name. My name is Oliver. What's up? I suppose in your case, what's down?"

"Oh... bloody hell," England muttered. "Why are you on the ceiling!?"

"Hm...? I thought it was you on the ceiling. Then again, I suppose with all the tables, shelves and other things upside down, I'm the one upside down. I was working with fixing my mirror, then it began showing a strange glow. Before I know it, I'm here. So, what's your name?" Oliver asked, grinning.

"A-Arthur... England."

"Strange, I'm England too."

England slowly nodded, then dialed a number on his phone. It kept ringing, until someone picked up the phone, "Yo England, how's my favorite magic partner? I was about to pick up some shawarma kebabs from Turkey. I tell ya, those are the shit."

"Romania, we've got a problem," England replied, still staring at the upside down Oliver, who was sitting on the ceiling, cross-legged.

"Sure, okay. Would you like a shawarma kebab? I can ask Turkey to make a second one."

"Sure- uh... make that two extra, the second for our... guest."

"Okay. Wait, are we adding a new member to our Magic Club?"

"Not really... I'll explain it when you get here."

"Um... okay. I'll see ya in a couple of minutes."

"Thank you," England replied, hanging up.