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Author's Note: I'm back! Actually I've been back for quite a while but I haven't been able to work on this since I was working on Down to Earth. It's a fic made for someone. You don't have to read it but I'd be thrilled if you would. Oh... and there's a pair of [] - and there's a small note there. Describing landscapes and people aren't exactly my strong point...

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Chapter 4: Alfred in Another World

Arthur felt himself be pulled into the mirror and Oliver scream desperately in his mind. "Does Alfie bother you that much, Oliver?" Arthur asked the question he knew the answer to. Oliver remained silent in his mind as he travelled through the mirror. "I wonder what this 'Alfred' is like? A bit violent perhaps? Or maybe he hates the cheerful England? Then again, you came to this world because of an argument did you not? I'm sure he'd appreciate a change from somebody like you." Arthur continued. He felt the same twisted satisfaction bubbling up within him at the sound of Oliver's pitiful crying in his mind. Arthur felt sick at himself. How could he turn into the same thing that he oh, so despised? question didn't linger in his mind as he finally landed onto barren lands, onto Oliver's world. "Well, that was harder than I expected..."

"Just- just stop this!" Oliver screamed. "You've been Billy-no-mates back in your world, what makes you think that it'll be different here!?" Arthur smirked wider if that was possible. Their new game hasn't even started yet and Oliver was already starting to lose. That won't do, now will it? What would the fun be if Oliver broke this early? Well, if their game would end this quick, Arthur might as well have some fun before Oliver truly lost.

"Aww, don't tell me you're worried Ollie~" Both of them choked a little at the new nickname. Oliver in a mixture of disgust and fear and Arthur in confusion and disbelief. "Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained! I'll just have to try, won't I?" It seems that they switched personalities but neither of them noticed. They were too caught up in their own worlds. Oliver in his struggles not to break upon his return back to his world and Arthur in his (not so well planned) revenge against Oliver's earlier mocking. "So nice of you to worry if I'll make friends here. But don't worry, I'm sure this world could use a break from you. Oh, I'm sorry. I meant the England who's cheerful, happy, has a twisted sense of happiness... that England. They'll still think it's you, at least that's what I think." Arthur replied cheerfully. The innocent (not really but that was the tone that Arthur used) reply drowned whatever hope Oliver had of discouraging Arthur from meeting Alfred. The Alfred of this world.

"I remember that you look different when I first saw you in the mirror that the blooming frog gave me. You look different and when you merged with me, your appearance didn't change. I guess that's because that was my world, now we're in yours. Maybe I look like you." Arthur wondered aloud. Oliver kept silent. When Oliver first took over, the first thing he did was look in the mirror. He looked like Arthur. He always did since he was Arthur's counterpart in the 2p world but it was different. There were still differences that made Oliver different from Arthur. His hair not the same shade as Arthur's but a bit more strawberry-blondish. His cheeks were lightly freckled. His eyes were a bright cerulean with ever-present pink swirls. When he first arrived in the 1p world, he was bothered by it. After all, you suddenly changed, anyone would be surprised. As time flew, (as Oliver tormented Arthur more and more) Oliver got accustomed to his new body and he wasn't sure if he wanted to see his original one.

"Oh, don't you want to see yourself?" Oliver wanted to slap himself. Of course, they shared the same mind. Of course Arthur could hear his thoughts. And since Arthur became what he is now, of course he would want Oliver to see himself. Seeing himself would no doubt remind the reason why Oliver left the 2p universe in the first place. "I wonder what your appearance has with the reason you left? Oh, do you look the same way you did when you left? I better go see then!" Arthur giggled a little before walking off to a random direction.

Arthur hadn't gotten far when he felt pain in his jaw and was sent hurtling towards a tree. The dry plants trunk snapped at the forceful contact. "Ow, what the bloody hell was that for you daft clot!?" Arthur exclaimed in surprise at his unknown assailant. Old habits die hard after all, no matter how much like Oliver he's become. It was a good break for the both of them. Oliver twitched at the impact. Who knew that even though you're in someone else's mind, you could still be hurt when your host is? "Alfie?"

Arthur clutched his head. Was that Oliver or him? If Oliver is unconsciously taking over, this could mean big trouble. Arthur felt rattled and Oliver felt it too. The both of them didn't have time to dwell on it though. True to Arthur's (or Oliver's?) words, Alfred sauntered over to them. He looked different from Arthur's Alfred. His hair is a shade of reddish brown with the same strand defying gravity, his eyes a mix of maroon and burgundy, and his skin lightly tanned. He wore an annoyed smirk with light hints of triumph. "Well, well, look who's back..."

2p!Alfred roughly grabbed Arthur's hair and lifted him up. "What the hell were you thinking, you bitch? Going on vacation for a few months?" He pushed Arthur back down again. "You forgot to take me with you..." He slowly licked Arthur's neck. The both of them (Arthur and Oliver) shivered at the wet muscle that slowly lapped at their neck. Oliver missed the contact and Arthur felt the muscle strange, uncomfortable and yet familiar. He has never had contact with Alfred like now. Maybe it was because he was in Oliver's body? If that's the case, that meant that Oliver experienced this kind of contact regularly for his body. Arthur was almost jealous. Almost.

"What the bloody hell is your problem?" Arthur asked the question in a vexed snarl. He didn't like the contact. He really didn't. Being in Oliver's body just made him... different. 2p!Alfred leaned closer, eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance. Arthur stared right back.

After a while, 2p!Alfred grinned and backed away, laughing. "Ahahaha! I don't know what happened to you, Oliver, but," He leaned forward again and helped Arthur up on his feet. "I like this new attitude. Not too clingy, not obnoxious and..." He eyed Arthur from top to bottom. "I guess you'll call me by my real name now, right?" To Arthur, that sounded more like a threat than a confirmation.

Arthur's gaze didn't back down. He momentarily forgot his original purpose. The absence of Oliver's cries made it harder for Arthur to stay focused. Now, he didn't think about tormenting Oliver. He reverted back to his former self and treated the other Alfred like his (Arthur's) Alfred. "And that would be?" Arthur raised one of his infamous eyebrows.

"Allen." The cold, curt reply shook Arthur briefly. Allen's earlier demeanor returned with full force not a moment later and he was wordlessly dragging Arthur off across the apocalyptic landscape [like the Walking Dead] to an unknown location. "I really want to get you home..." Arthur shivered again. The terrain definitely wasn't cold but the tone that Allen used definitely is.

'It's either he wants to kill me or... I really hope he kills me...' Arthur thought glumly. His 'revenge' brought him out of the frying pan, and into the fire. 'Looks like we agree...' Oliver interrupted Arthur's thoughts. 'Then you'd die too.' Arthur chuckled mentally.

In truth, Arthur wanted to return. He wanted to forget that this ever happened. He wanted to wake up and pretend that everything was just a bad dream. "We're here." Allen broke Arthur's train of thought.

Arthur looked up to a replica of his house. It wasn't exact and had some... modifications. Like the colour of the fence, or the curtains peeping behind the windows. The Victorian house looked more... cheerful. If you consider Oliver's personality though... it wasn't hard to imagine him recolouring Arthur's rather plain house. "I thought you were going to take me to your place?" Arthur asked apprehensively. Something was not right...

"Well I need to show ya somethin' Artie." Allen smirked and kicked the door right off its hinges. Arthur felt Oliver wince at the poor treatment of his door. 'Looks like you're going to be replacing that, won't you?' Arthur joked. Why was he making jokes? And to Oliver of all people? Shouldn't he hate him? Despise him for the torture he put Arthur through over the past few months?

The moment Arthur stepped inside, Allen covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Arthur struggled but was unable to thwart his stronger adversary. Soon, Arthur felt himself slipping away. Allen drugged him.

Author's Note: I know this chapter's short and I'm terribly sorry for that. I'm suffering from writer's block and I can't think of anything at the moment. Not to mention I'm going on a two-month holiday with my family and friends. I really am sorry for the crappy chapter. When I get back from my hiatus, I'll try to rewrite this to make it a little more readable. Thanks to everyone who favourited, followed and reviewed, you guys made my day.

-Ripper26