"Allen's neater," Oliver commented as he sat on the plush sofa.
"I didn't exactly have time to clean up," Alfred stated as he quickly went around and picked up the loose papers that floated around the room.
"Well I guess so but it also might be because Allen doesn't really have much in his house, just what he needs," Oliver went on as he inspected the room some more.
"What does he have?" Alfred asked quite grumpily. He didn't mean to sound angry as he mentally kick himself. He was still tired and the conversation with France was still getting to him.
"Mainly just tables and chairs, he doesn't have decoration as they would just break during his batting practice," Oliver explained tapping his fingers on his knee which seemed to be out of habit rather than boredom.
"Why would he need- he does batting practice inside doesn't he?" Alfred made the conclusion as he placed the paper in a small bunch on a small coffee table that sat in the corner of his lounge room.
"Yes, you know I find your house quite strange," Oliver stated as he himself had a strange expression plastered on his face.
"How so?" Alfred asked a bit hurt from the statement. His house looked normal from anyone else's in his eyes.
"It's just," he started as he stood up from the couch as took a small gander around the room, "I found it that mine and Arthur's house were identical except for the colour," he finished.
"Well sorry but I don't really know how this whole thing works," Alfred replied as he collapsed on an empty arm chair. He didn't even bother with correcting his position as his legs rested over the arm of the chair which was quite uncomfortable. He was just too tired to care about much at the time being.
It should have just been a simple task getting Oliver to his house but it wasn't. It was just a struggle getting him out of Arthur's house with France being there and all. After they had left the crowded country it was the walk to his own house that was the biggest trouble of all. Since he was so hastily to get it all over with, Alfred had left his car at home which meant they had to walk. They could have caught a cab but traffic seemed to be at a standstill and it didn't help when Oliver was pointing out all the differences between the worlds. When they eventually reached him house it was already well past lunch time.
"Aw poppet, are you tired?" Oliver cooed over Alfred as he squatted on the left side of the arm chair where his head was resting.
"Stop being creepy," Alfred said as he awkwardly bent his arm over his head and pushed Oliver knocking him off balance as he fell to the floor with a thud.
"Aw, you're mean," Oliver pouted as he got back up onto his feet and dusted himself off though he was already clean from any dirt.
"Dude~," Alfred yawned as the arched his back into the chair, "you're too cheerful to be England," he stated as he closed his eyes but was still awake.
"What's not to be cheerful about?" He perked up in a chipper tone than usually which made Alfred cringe.
"For starters how about a war," Alfred answered as he gave a loud huff which made it sound like he had fallen asleep.
"It doesn't seem that bad," Oliver said in a very sadistic way.
"Erah, just let me sleep," Alfred commented not even paying attention to what Oliver had said and the way he had said it.
"Okay just one more thing though," Oliver said as he loomed over Alfred.
"What?" He mumbled.
"This worlds Italy's nice right?" Oliver asked as he tried to recall one of their very first conversations.
"Yes," Alfred replied getting even closer to sleep. It was a stupid question but he really didn't care he just wanted to take a nap.
"That's good because he's hiding out on your front lawn."
"WHAT!" Alfred yelled as he tumbled off the lounge chair and halfway crawled to the widow that looked out towards his front year. Being fully awake now, Alfred looked out in to his yard trying to find any trace of the stupid Italian.
"See, over near the lavender bush," Oliver pointed out and as sure as day Italy was cowering behind the various plants that surrounded Alfred lawn.
"How did he even get so close to my house?" Alfred muttered as he briskly walked over to his front door.
"Can I say hello?" Oliver piped up.
"No," Alfred said opening his front door. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the Axis so he was just going to make Italy run away rather than capturing him.
"Aww," Oliver whined as he stayed inside.
"Hey, Italy!" Alfred yelled quite irritated hoping Italy would get the message and run like he usually would, "I know you're out here!" He continued as he walk further into his front yard. Finally reaching the lavender bushes Alfred was surprised when Italy was no longer there. He was dumbfounded as to how Italy could have disappeared when he had only stoped looking the bushes for a few seconds when opening the door.
"WAH!" Alfred then herd coming from inside his house and the vice sounded too high and distressed to be Oliver though it did come close.
"Aw shit," Alfred said as he ran back inside. As he got back inside he got another shock of his life. Both Oliver and Italy were quietly sitting on the lounge giggling under their breath.
"Hello," Oliver piped up with a suppressed smile.
"Er, Italy are you okay? He hasn't got a knife against your back doesn't he?" Alfred asked completely ignoring Oliver.
"Ve~ I'm fine," He breathed out with his signature 'Ve'.
"I'm surprised, Arthur never said he was adorable," Oliver said happily as he threw his arms around Italy's shoulders and rested his head on him too.
"What are you doing?" Alfred questioned Oliver with a slightly angered tone.
"Hugging him!" Oliver exclaimed as he squished Italy further into the hug. Italy just seemed to enjoy it as he let out another soft 'Ve'.
"Okay, I'm still too tired for this shit, Italy," Alfred started, "You do realise that you're letting England hug you, right?"
"Well this is another England so I guess it's alright," He answered.
"Whoa, not even a minuet and you already figured it out," Alfred muttered to himself. This just proved how stupid France really was.
"Why are your eyes closed," Oliver asked Italy right out of the blue.
"Because I like sleeping," he vaguely answered. It looked like Oliver was about to say something else but a loud thump near the front door make all three jump.
"What was that?" Alfred quickly said under his breath. All three then made their way towards the front entrance and found nothing. Though something had sounded like it had fallen down nothing was out of place.
The door was still shut from when Alfred had come back inside. The chair sitting under the windows next to the door was still in place. The oddly shaped potted plant hadn't been moved from over six years and the mirror on the wall still hanged with prestige.
"Okay, that was- OH MY GOD!" Alfred yelled as he fell to the floor in pain.
"Poppet?" Oliver jumped as he stood back and watched the American roll around on the ground as a shocked Italy let out a yelp.
"Get it off me, Get it off me," he rapidly repeated in a muffled tone as one hand cupped his mouth and another pushed into his chest.
"What's wrong-," Oliver trailed off as he glanced into the mirror across on the other wall. Arthur was in the mirror but he wasn't looking at them but toward the door where Alfred was rolling around.
"Ciao," a deep and playful voice spoke up as a man with auburn and deep orange hair stepped into view of the mirror.
"No," Oliver breath out the a shakily voice as he sounded like he would start crying.
"Ve~?" Italy said standing next to him as he caught the line of Oliver's sight and decided to look as well. Looking into the mirror as well he saw the scary England and another person who was looking at that England as well. Then the scary England looked towards him and the nice England with the look of sear terror and confusion. Italy paid no attention that the mirror wasn't doing its job and reflecting. The other man must have caught on as he turned and looked towards them as well. Italy jumped back in surprise as it was him who had just turned around.
"What's this?" Italy's reflection said with a sadistic smirk though he sounded confused as well. Just then Italy's eye's opened wide showing and light caramel colour as he seemed lost in the magenta shade with red-ish pupils of other one of him when a thought struck him.
"I'll kill them all," Italy thought and scared himself.
"Why did I think that?" He said out loud.
"But I'll have some fun first," His thought continued.
"Where?" he breathed out becoming more frightened.
"Someone's been keeping secrets," he though one last time when his mirror image quickly raised his hand with something in it and smashed the mirror.
"Oh god it hurts," Alfred said still squirming on the floor.
"Italy?" Oliver quietly said as he put a hand on Italy's shoulder. Italy had no replied as he fainted and fell to the floor.
"Oh my," Oliver breather out as he took another glance to the broken mirror. It hadn't be smashed too much as all the pieces still stayed in place but jagged lines were plastered all over it. He could still a fraction for Arthur standing in the exact same position he was but looking away again.
If Arthur planned to be alive when he got back into his world he was going to have to run.
Sorry for not updating last week. We had exam week at my school and even though I didn't have any or even need to be at school but I was there all week finishing my Art major.