This is 1P! and 2P! Iggy. 2P! is called Oliver. And he's not psychotic like I've seen him elsewhere. No poison, no knives, no killing. I do apologise, but I just see the 2P!s as being the opposites of the 1P!s but not psychotic. Like, the other side of the country. You see, I watched this documentary about how the British got their stiff upper lip (e.g. how they became tsundere) and there was a time when they were as sensitive and free as the French. So, I see them as being like how people would be if history had gone slightly differently.

And so... This.

Pairing: UKcest (1P!2P!)

Angst

Arthur had had enough. Everyone made fun of him about his magic. It hurt – especially from the people who used to be able to see them. So this time he'd summon something that wasn't a magical creature. A person from another world would be seen by everyone. That would prove his magic. He held his hand over the magical circle and chanted his spell. Once he had finished there was a bright green light which blinded Arthur for a moment. He blinked and then looked at who he had summoned.

The man facing him looked rather alarmed. He had pink hair and blue eyes which were shining with both curiosity and fear. He had on a pink apron and was holding a bowl and a wooden spoon. However, as Arthur stared back at him, he realised something odd. The man looked rather liked him…

Fluff

Arthur stepped into his house, completely soaked through. The wind had prevented the use of an umbrella and his coat had turned out to not be as waterproof as it could be. His dress shoes had leaked and he felt a chill piercing through to his bones.

"I'm home!" he called as he closed the door.

He heard Oliver hurrying out of the kitchen. "Arthur! You're finally-!" There was a gasp and Arthur turned to look at him with his emerald eyes, his brow furrowed. "You're soaked through!" exclaimed Oliver, hurrying forward. He grabbed Arthur's coat and began to tug it off. "Quick, take everything off and then I'll make you a cup of tea and you can go soak in a bath. In fact, I'll go run that right now!" He rushed off, leaving Arthur with ruffled hair and a coat half off.

Humour

"Well, I was thinking we could have some breakfast that I'll make to begin with," said Oliver, smiling widely. "And then we can go for a stroll along the Thames. And then we can go to a quiet café for lunch. And then we can go to a park and feed the ducks. And then we can go for dinner at a restaurant and then we can go see a play or an opera. And then we can go to the London Eye and we can see the pretty lights of London and then we can come home and snuggle up and watch a film together and then we can go to bed! Oh, unless you would like to have a picnic for lunch and watch a film at the cinema! Oh, and, perhaps we could go shopping!"

Arthur, who was still groggy from the pink-haired man's wake-up call, just stared blankly at him. "But I have pla-" he began.

Smut

"A-Arthur! Wait!" gasped Oliver, clinging to him as the other man sucked at his neck. Arthur reluctantly stopped and propped himself up.

"What is it?" he asked, his hand trailed from Oliver's shoulder and down his chest, snaking dangerously close to Oliver's nether regions.

"I-I've never done this before…" Oliver muttered.

Arthur stared at him in evident surprise for a moment before he smiled softly. He leaned forward again and whispered in Oliver's ear. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

Au/Crossover (Titanic)

Oliver smiled and stretched out, only his boxers to cover him up. Arthur just stared at him, wondering what he was doing laying on the couch like that, one leg bent so that he was being rather suggestive.

"Draw me like one of your French girls, Art!" Oliver finally said.

Arthur blushed and just stared.

(Gakuen/School)

Oliver nervously entered the School Council President's office. He had been summoned regarding the cooking club that he had started up. Not many people had joined but they seemed to enjoy it. And he got to bake cakes. The members often asked, though, why he made cakes shaped as hearts – he neglected to tell them…

Arthur glanced up at Oliver and his heart skipped a beat. The other boy's bright green eyes were boring into him – he had never been looked at by him with such an intensity! In fact, he was pretty sure that Arthur ignored him as much as possible, usually.

"Well, come in," said Arthur, beckoning the other forward. Oliver's heart started to hammer against his chest and he realised he was beginning to sweat. Trying to ignore this, he gulped and walked forward, a little shakily. "You can sit down," Arthur added once Oliver was standing beside an armchair in front of the desk. Oliver immediately and obediently did so.

Kinky

Arthur's phone rang and he answered almost immediately, a little startled that it had rung whilst in his hand. "H-Hello?" he said.

"Artie, darling!" said the rather drunk voice of Oliver on the other end. "How are you?!"

"Er… I'm fine," Arthur replied, rather confused. "I-I thought you weren't talking to me anymore?"

"Oh, it'sh okay, love!" exclaimed Oliver. "I called to find out what you're wearing! Hurry and tell me, darling!"

Fetish

"Are you sure about this, Arthur, dear?" asked Oliver nervously.

Arthur gave a tight smile. "Of course."

Oliver hesitated before scooping out the wet dough and spreading it across Arthur's bare chest. Arthur shivered at the coolness of the coating. Oliver saw this and became a little more aroused. He scooped out another dollop of the dough and spread it down Arthur's stomach, getting dangerously close to his partner's groin. Oliver watched Arthur's erection grow and his hips bucked slightly. He had started breathing heavily and he was red in the face. Oliver chuckled a little – he hadn't even started licking it off yet…

Hurt/Comfort

The little pink-haired boy was crying in the middle of the sandpit. Arthur watched him from his lone position on the swing far from the others. Wondering what was going on, he hopped off it and walked over. He arrived in time to see a taller boy, his brown hair full of curls which stuck up and out, laughing as he left. The bully chanted, "I won, I won!" as he got further away, latching himself onto a blonde-haired boy who only seemed to grunt in response.

Looking down, Arthur saw that there was a part of a sand sculpture which looked to him to be sort of like a fairy cake, as he called them. The rest of the sculpture had been squashed into the dirt. Realising what had happened, Arthur's gaze flew up to the taller boy, glaring at him. Then he gingerly stepped towards the boy and knelt down beside him. Hesitantly, he put his arms around him in a stiff hug.

"Are you okay?" he asked the startled boy. In response, the boy stopped sobbing and smiled a weak, watery smile.

First Love (Continued from the previous bit)

Oliver waited patiently for Arthur to appear at the café. The teens had promised each other to spend the day together, despite it being Valentine's Day, as neither of them could pluck up the courage to ask a girl out on a date.

For some reason he was nervous. He kept fiddling with the cutlery already lain out and the napkin which had been so neatly folded. He twiddled his thumbs. He kept glancing out the window. Finally, rather frustrated by his constant fiddling, he took a pen and began to draw on the napkin, little hearts making their way onto it, converting it to a Valentine's napkin. Proud of his creation, he sighed, relaxed now, and placed them both gently on the table before looking up.

There was Arthur, just entering the café. Oliver was about to cheerily wave when he noticed that Arthur looked more sullen and stiff than usual. And that there was a girl with him…

Fantasy

"Magic is real!" snarled Arthur, annoyed by Oliver's lack of belief. "And you have magic in your blood!"

Oliver shook his head. "There's a more logical explanation of what happened, I'm sure, dear."

Arthur sighed. "So, you're saying, there's a logical reason as to how you managed to survive a drop from the top of the castle onto rocks several feet down?"

Horror

"B-But! I'm scared, Artie!" exclaimed Oliver as tears began to trickle down his cheeks.

Arthur heard the tremor in his voice and turned, grabbing Oliver by his shoulders. He shook him a little as he spoke. "Get a hold of yourself, will you?! This is no time to be crying!"

As Arthur glared at him, Oliver looked past the annoyed expression on his face and saw the worry. He was worried about something. About me? Oliver forced himself to calm down with much difficulty. "O-Okay!" he said as cheerily as possible, a fake smile on his face.

The smile was wiped away as Arthur's eyes widened and he grunted. Oliver's eyes flickered downwards as Arthur's did so, to see, with rising horror, the sword poking through his belly. Then Oliver forced himself to look upwards; to look into the eyes of the terror which had injured his beloved Arthur…

Adventure

The rickety platform they were on suddenly moved beneath them and Oliver was thrown into Arthur's arms. He gasped and looked up at the blonde who was preoccupied with trying to figure out the best way to get to safety.

"This way," he said, suddenly, letting Oliver go before grabbing his hand and rushing towards the edge of the next wooden platform. Oliver held on and, stumbling, struggled to keep up.

At the last second, Oliver felt the platform give way and he began to fall. He gripped the other's hand tightly and Arthur tightened his on grip as he endeavoured to stop Oliver falling. "Oliver!" he cried out, trying to balance himself on the new wooden platform and save his companion at the same time.

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

Oliver gazed at Arthur's back, watching him work. He had to squeeze the handles of the tray to prevent himself from trying to give him a massage – and perhaps more…

Setting the tray down on the desk, Oliver turned to Arthur. "I made you tea and… I know you prefer scones, but I baked you a cake in the shape of a kitty so as to cheer you up. I mean, you're working a lot and I just don't want you to be unhappy with the amount of work piled on you. In fact, perhaps you should rest and-"

He stopped suddenly as Arthur, who had looked up at him when he had set down the tray, suddenly leaned towards him, placing his forehead on the other's stomach. Oliver was about to gasp and back off when he heard Arthur's sigh and a quiet, "Thank you…"

Future (Future because, in this one, later in the day, Arthur would propose but I wanted to write this wee bit)

Oliver had planned the most amazing cake for their anniversary. But everything was going wrong. First of all, Alfred had turned up and had ended up eating the first lot of dough while crying about how he had lost a hockey game with Matthew. Oliver had comforted him expertly but had begun to cry upon seeing the lack of dough.

After they had both cried for around an hour, they had been exhausted and so they sat down to eat some cupcakes Oliver had made earlier. Once finished, Alfred had left to find Kiku and, before Oliver could make some new dough, he was accosted by Francis who was trying desperately to get Oliver to take him upstairs. Oliver had had to whack him with the spoon and push him out of the house before he soon realised that he had no eggs and would need to go out to buy some.

When he had returned, though, he found Peter sitting, kicking his legs, drinking a tall glass of milk – the last milk in the house as it turned out. Taking Peter shopping was also a mistake as the young boy demanded sweets and held up the trip until he was given some.

By the time Oliver had returned home, Arthur was already in the kitchen, making himself some tea. This was the last straw and Oliver broke down in tears.

Suspense

Oliver stared at the box. Should he open it? He wasn't expecting anything. And he had heard on the news about the postal bombs. It was wrapped in an unappealing brown paper, the address neatly and concisely written down. There were no flourishes to tell who it was from and the person who had delivered it had known nothing.

He poked it gently with a pen. Might it be from Arthur? Sometimes he would send Oliver a letter without warning, telling him over the phone that it would be nice for Oliver to have a surprise, or so he had assumed. Oliver repeatedly assured him it was a brilliant surprise. But was this Arthur's writing?

Death

Arthur caressed Oliver's cheek. "It's okay. Don't be sad." He wiped away a runaway tear and smiled at him. "I could still come out of this alive, you know. Don't assume the worst right now, for goodness' sake."

Oliver's lip trembled. "B-But… They say no-one ever survives an encounter with it! And you don't have your magic anymore!"

Arthur shrugged. "I have my sword. I'm sure that's enough." He patted the other's head before running his fingers through his unusually pink hair. With one last encouraging smile, he turned to leave – only to find Oliver grabbing onto his hand…

I have a whole story worked out for the Gakuen one so I'll start to write that up soonish, I hope.