Holy crap guys this was only going to be a one-shot but no you guys had to start following and asking if there was any more so since you've done that you then might be expecting a one in a million chance that I might give you guys an extra chapter like magic well here you go the magic has happened and a new chapter has turned up, congratulations wankers! and who knows there might be more and this might turn into a full story with a plot but I think I might need more inspiration for that to happen.
England was sitting in his living room reading a book when a he heard a something shatter. Getting up and walking to the kitchen he saw that there was a broken tea cup laying on the ground in pieces.
"No, please not now," he said under his breath then another tea cup fell from the kitchen counter.
"If you want to talk just talk you don't have to break everything in my house to get my attention," he said to thin air as another tea cup breaks.
"Fine I'll ignore you."
"Awww come on sweet heart don't be like that," a voice said from the living room. England walking back into the living room and sat down on his recliner.
"What do you want?" He said with a huff.
"Nothing much really I just got bored," they replied. England looked across the room and above the fireplace and into his mirror. Looking back at him was his reflection but twisted.
"Don't you have friends in your world that you could talk too?" England asked his reflection.
"Yes but there annoying and… none of them want to talk to me," he said back. It had been a while since the last meeting when England discovered this new being. Every now and then his twisted reflection would randomly appear and would pester England just for his own entertainment.
"Then go read a book," England replied picking up his own book and burying his face in it.
"Get your nose out of that book and entertain meeeeeeeeeeeee," the mirror whined. England just ignored him as he continued reading his book.
"Hey, hey stop that, look at me, hey, I'm talking to you," England's blue eyed reflection droned. The green eyed England sighed and looked up from his book.
"Yes," he said with a huff. The blue eyed England just blankly at him.
"I don't know, I didn't think you'd reply," he replied not breaking eye contact.
"Bloody impossible, it's just bloody impossible," the green eyed England said under his breath placing his gaze back to his book.
"You should start a conversation," the blue eyed, twisted England suggested. 'Normal' England slammed his book down on the nearby coffee table.
"WHY!?" he shouted angrily "Why should I start a conversation with you?"
"Good start, could have been better," the blue eyed, twisted, crazy England criticized.
"God damn it you wanker!" The now angry, 'normal' England shouted throwing his book at the mirror but missed the glass square altogether. Blue eyed, twisted, crazy, cupcake loving England stared back in shock.
"Oh my, you are quite a bad shot," he gawped looking over the side of the mirror trying to get better look at where the book landed.
"I hate you," the still angry, 'normal' England said flatly.
"Oh sweetie, don't be like that," the blue eyed, twisted, crazy, cupcake loving, apparent book throwing expert England pouted, "I know you love me," he said with a smile.
"No, I'm pretty sure I hate you," 'Normal' England replied standing in front of the mirror with his arms crossed. The blue eyed, twisted, crazy, cupcake loving, apparent book throwing expert, pouty England just folded his arms mimicking 'normal' England as another tea cup shattered.
"You wanker, fine, alright you win, what do you want to talk about?" 'Normal' England gave up.
"What's your real name?" the blue eyed, twisted, crazy, cupcake loving, apparent book throwing expert, pouty, tea cup breaking England asked.
"Well don't you know it, you did say that you were me?" 'Normal' England asked back.
"Who knows?" the blue eyed, twisted, crazy, cupcake loving, apparent book throwing expert, pouty, tea cup breaking, name not knowing England shrugged. 'Normal' England contemplated this for a moment.
"Arthur, my name is Arthur," he announced.
"Oh my, that is different, mines Oliver," The blue eyed, twisted, crazy, cupcake loving, apparent book throwing expert, pouty, tea cup breaking whose real name is Oliver clarified, "Now it your turn to ask a question."
"Alright Oliver," Arthur started thinking, "are the others there too?"
"What do you mean, sweetie?" Oliver said confused.
"You saw me during my meeting with the allies, the others, America, France, and China, those guys," Arthur explained.
"Oh yes, they're here too," Oliver chirped.
"Okay, your turn," Arthur said.
"At your meeting you were disusing plans against something called an Axis?" Oliver asked.
"The Axis is not a 'thing' but a team consisting of Germany, Japan and Italy and our goal is to defeat them," Arthur answered.
"Oh, and how's that going for you so far, found that chicken yet?" Oliver questions with a grin.
"Them and that stupid chicken, anyway Germany and Japan are formidable foes but Italy that idiot just keeps running away and getting caught, we eventually give him back because he's that annoying," Arthur scoffed.
"Your Italy just runs away?" Oliver asked looking surprised.
"He just goes and cry's to Germany," Arthur remarked. Oliver just looked dumfounded.
"What?"
"Can we switch Italy's?" Oliver pleaded.
"Why, what's the Italy like in your world?" Arthur asked.
"The evilest little meanie you would have ever met," Oliver replied.
"Really?" Arthur asked being the dumfounded one.
"And the running to Germany part is kind of the same but he doesn't cry he just tells him what to do and be all bossy like," Oliver continued.
"Bonjour angleterre, are you home?" a voice called out.
"Oh great more company," Arthur said sarcastically.
"Aww and our conversation was going so well, okay bye-bye sweetie," Oliver said before he disappeared.
"Angleterre, there you are and what with all the broken cups? Had another fight with one of your 'friends'," France mocked.
"And you are here for?" England spat.
"Well there's no need to be angry," France pouted, "I just came for a little visit".
"Well your visit is over, goodbye," England said ushering France over to the door.
"Come on vieil ami," France said as he side stepped England making him fall to the ground, "you need the company or your just going to go even crazier," he finished up striding over to the couch and sitting down.
"Trust me, I don't need any more company that I already have," England muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" France queried.
"Nothing," England huffed pulling himself up and walked over to pick up his discarded book from the fireplace.
"Well you should know I'm having a party at my place, you should come there will be pretty women and food that you can actually eat with music and dancing," France enlightened.
"No," England answered.
"But it will be fun," France pleaded.
"No."
"But pretty women."
"No."
"Fine music."
"No."
"Me," France said with a smile.
"NO!" England shouted throwing the book at him which just flew straight past the Frenchmen head.
"Oh my, you are quite a bad shot," France said looking over his shoulder to where the book landed.
"Okay now your 'little visit' is over you can leave," England stated.
"But," France stammered.
"You're leaving," England said pushing him out of his house and slamming the door. England then walked back into the living room only to see Oliver back in the mirror.
"Can we switch Frances too?"
