England grinned. "I don't know, but I think this school really needs something sweet! how about... cupcakes?" Russia turned his head to face England and nearly choked himself. the small pink headed, freckled, dark version of England was waltzing along up to the platform and after a little while, the platform became almost invisible and completely intangible. it was pretty much a ghost platform and no-one seemed to notice it after the initial panic. no-one but Russia that is. glancing around, he saw no-one was paying any attention to the area where it was. in fact, it was almost as if England had covered it in a canada style invisibilty bubble. Russia sighed, looks like he had to rescue that little благородный пизда (noble twat) . He jumped up elegantly on the platform. "Arthur?"
Oliver turned to face him, a manic grin on his face as he held a half choked aristocrat up by their collar "Now, do you want a cupcake...?" Malfoy coughed a little. "O-OK! I'll take one of Your damned cupcakes!" England grinned. "Here you go, and that's a Galleon in the Swear Jar, thank you." Malfoy nearly choked on this little tid-bit of information. "A GALLEON?! ARE YOU-" England smiled. "shouldn't swear then, should you?" Malfoy glared. he didn't know what had just happened to the annoyingly british kid but he was ready to fall back on his go to excuse. "My father will-!" "Do what. child?" Malfoy turned his head to see the Russian boy walking calmly up the steps to the platform tossing a gleaming gold coin into the cupcake patterned jar.. "Oliver. let the child go." England turned his head. "Aww... can I play with Viktor then?"
Russia stiffened. "Why? why can't you just go back through the mirror?" Oliver shrugged. "I would if I could, I mean I have a whole population to make cupcakes with back there! but here, HERE? No one eats cupcakes. no one likes my super cute bubblegum color theme and worst of all? I CAN'T. MAKE. CUPCAKES!" By the end of his rant Oliver was clenching his fists and nearly crying. Malfoy chose this moment to dash away whilst they were distracted, maybe he could write a letter to his father, get them exposed for what they are. whatever that was. Russia noticed him but did not try to stop him. it would be pointless anyway. "Oliver. Please, don't panic. you will get back home eventually, just act like Normal until then." Oliver smiled at this. "You mean...?" Russia backtracked. "I mean, act like yourself but don't be too insane."
Oliver pouted. "OK... but what about my hair? the humans are BOUND to notice something wrong, stupid or not." Russia smiled. "We will say it was a spell gone wrong when we were practicing." Oliver blinked confusedly, stroking a cupcake wrapper with his thumb. "Spell? what do you mean, poppet?" Russia stared. "We're at Hogwarts school." Oliver blinked a few more times before swapping the cupcake wrapper for a kitchen knife. "Do you mean Pigfreckle academy?" shaking his head, Russia replied. "No, I do mean hogwarts. Your in the flipside now, remember?" Oliver set his grin a few notches down, flattened his hair and pulled on the discarded uniform. lastly, he set a light frown upon his face and spoke.
"Do I look like Arthur now? If I'm right, he's either a student or a teacher here, probably student because of this body's size." Russia nodded, "Yes. that is true. We will say your hair was an accident or something along those lines... why can't you go home again?" Oliver shrugged. "Someone did something with the mirror and I was unlucky enough to fall through before it happened. annoying." Russia shook his head in disbelief at how calm the psychotic nation was being toward him. Shrugging, he led the way in, surprised that it was evening already. Seeing his confusion Oliver giggled, "I may have messed up the ward-work a bit.. that reminds me! I'd better put it away now~!" with a flick of his wrist the platform seemed to blur then it disappeared as if it never was there.
Russia led the way into the dining hall, seeing a few people there he glanced at Oliver who giggled. "Didn't you notice the sky outside~?" Russia blushed lightly, fingering his scarf in embarrassment. Quickly making his way over to the Slytherin table he had his head down so as to not notice any stares. until he remembered something. "NO CUPCAKES!" Oliver pouted and yelled a reply whilst managing to keep it in a annoyed tone. "Ok..." Sitting down at the table he thought about what this side of the mirror was like. It was all bright and colorful, everything was the wrong color. The sky wasn't orange and the robes weren't white. It was really strange. And his favorite cupcake tester, Draco Malfoy, wasn't as willing! it was so, so, SO strange!
When the hall began filling out he barely even noticed it beyond shuffling to the edge of it so people didn't bump into him when they sat down. America was the one to nervously tap him first. "Ol-Arthur...?" Oliver snapped his head to face him and America gulped. "May I sit here?" Oliver nodded. "Of course you can, Po- er- Alfred." America sat down, glancing angrily at him whilst he ate his food quickly, eager to leave the hall for some reason even though nothing seemed to obviously be wrong with him.
(AN. first warning, sort of POV changes will happen more often from now on in the story)
Hermione looked up from her book and stared at them in slight curiosity from where she was sat. She knew for a fact that those two were normally very good friends, as if they'd known each other for centuries and gotten over struggles. that kind of friendship. but now... it seemed like Alfred was really nervous around Arthur (who for some reason now had pink hair and blue eyes, probably a spell gone wrong) and was only sitting there for traditions sake. Actually, shouldn't he still be in the hospital wing? She gave her head a vigorous shake. The exams were only nine months away! she HAD to get preparing now or she'd fail everything! they were a side problem to figure out, if anything at all.
Ivan stood up and strode out of the hall succeeded by Alfred and a seemingly reluctant Arthur. Hermione followed them, despite her mind's protests, and was surprised when, from under her chameleon charm, she saw them begin pacing and walk into a door that appeared all of a sudden on the right side of the wall. Keen to find out what they were going to do in there she followed them in. Arthur immediately shed his uniform in favour of a bubblegum colored suit underneath. Hermione blinked that was odd. Alfred spoke first, a violent air to his voice. "Why are YOU here, Oliver? Aren't your sort supposed to stay that side! EH?!" Oliver hunched his shoulders and glared at him, looking surprisingly cute with his new color theme. "You think I WANT to be here?! I DON'T! It was my turn to move the mirror to Norway's Place, OUR Norway, when a mouse attacked me. Don't look so disbelieving Poppet, Reverse world and everything remember? So anyway, I was attacked and it knocked me through it, now, normally I would just step back through and carry on as normal but the mirror was all messed up, see?! I COULDN'T GO BACK HOME! I just got dragged to this place and I imagine your one is stuck back there! I DON'T LIKE IT ANYMORE THAN YOU DO!"
Hermione reformed her beliefs about Arthur- no Oliver being cute. he was frigging insane! other world? what the heck?! in all of her books it never mentioned anything like that! Ivan was glaring at Alfred, the whole time he'd been watching and waiting as Alfred slowly grew angrier and angrier. with a grin matching Alfreds glare he laughed "Not every color is bad you know!" Alfred glare was directed at Ivan now. "You would say that, wouldn't you, YOU COMMIE BASTARD?!" Ivan shrugged, smirking all the way and gave a pointed glance to the pink headed member of their group. Oliver cackled and held out a glass jar and gleefully said "Swear Jar~!" without looking Alfred tossed a galleon in, continuing his glaring match with Ivan. Hermione huffed, just when it was getting to the good bit too! with no warning Oliver started to snap his head around the room until his eyes came to rest on her, and when she moved they followed her. Oh dear.
Alfred and Ivan followed his gaze and eventually Ivan spoke. "What is she doing here? I thought no-one else knew about this place..." Oliver shrugged. "I don't know, what's her name again?" Alfred supplied it without taking his eyes off the girl in question. Carrying on with his previous train of speech Oliver slowly spoke. "Well, Hermione, If you leave know and forget all about this, I won't make your friends a batch of cupcakes~! so run along now, Poppet!" Hermione ran as fast as her feet could take her and didn't stop until she was in the Gryffindor girls tower. Why were they there? and what exactly did they mean when they said reverse world? Hermione decided one thing then and there, these people would be a very interesting side project.
AN. sorry about how long this took me to get out! Real Life, that one thing we all hate, has been a pain in the butt lately. My family's preparing to get a rescue dog and I've been lumped with cleaning alot of the day away. I got maybe half an hour each day to work on this. in the public room. ugh. so anyway! thanks for your Review, Random Guest, it really made my day! normally I'd reply in a PM but since your a guest and all... yeah. thanks, R and R everyone! I write quicker with reviews after all! 1627 is the total amount of in chapter words, new record!