Welcome to the Tea-Party ~ 2p!England X Reader ~

2P!England X Reader

I had never expected to see Arthur, or someone who I anticipated to be Arthur waiting for me in my back garden. He'd even brought along a table, mis-matched chairs and suprisingly edible-looking cakes were piled high on cracked, antique china plates.
I could see his back when I first arrived, and the familiar shaggy locks which I often run my fingers through; though I immeadietly thought the slight change in hue was due to the lighting (he had strung lamps and lanterns everywhere)
When he turned, I was taken aback. Those eyes were not the emerald ones I know, they were different. Those glowing cobalt and roseate orbs seemed to see right through to my very soul, the smirk on those coral lips one more sinister than what I am initially used to. "Oh, hello poppet~ I made tea!" I give an involuntary shoulder as the imposter stands up and walks over to me. That voice was collected, sophisticated...yet there was something being suppressed. Even this strange gentleman's steps are cat-like, far too lithe and buoyant on the lush green grass. I feel a freezing cold hand on my shoulder, those chilling eyes staring fondly into my own
"You aren't leaving already, are you!? Please don't my sweet, darling poppet~"
I step backwards, scared of that manic desperation and the sudden sadness. I feel compelled to stay, I'm suddenly certain I want to sit down. Who is this mad man!?
"N-No, I'm not leaving...Why are your hands so cold?"
"Hahahaha cold hands, warm heart that's what they say right? Yes indeed!!" Cackling manically, the man whom I first suspected to be my best friend drags me towards the table. A cupcake is suddenly shoved on to the plate in front of me, tea being carelessley poured into a tea-cup until it's slopping all over the table. "A-Arthur!?" I stutter, it's not like Arthur Kirkland to be so reckless.
"No, no no no no no!! Not Arthur or Iggy, it's Artie~"  Artie is brandishing his hands wildly in the air, and he occasionally takes an enthusiastic sip of tea. His hand sometimes snakes towards mine to clutch it fiercely. It's almost as if he's scared of something as he looks around frantically. It's as if he's some wind-up toy, some animated character with a heart beating like a demented humming-birds wings.
"Ok...Artie, where's the real Arthur? You're like him but-"
"Yes, that's exactly right! I'm him, but not him but we're the same!! You're so clever~"
"Where is he!?"
There's a lazy shrug, before the rapid chatter starts again "He had some tea with me too~ Though he insisted his food was better and he went off to do something else. He left me! ME!! Just like that silly, tall, dark incredibly handsome American~"
"What? Alfred was here too!? What is everyone doing at my house?"
There's suddenly a trilling coming from my pocket: It's my mobile, and I quickly answer it. Artie scowls when the attention is diverted away from him.
"_____! Is that you? Whatever you do, don't go back to your house ok? I've made a terrible, terrible mistake and you just need to stay with Matthew where you are now...You are still with him, right?"
"Arthur! I-I am home, and there's some person called Artie saying he's you, but he's not but you're the same...what is all this?"
"Oh god...get away from there quickly. As fast as you can, if you can't I'll come save you!"
"Ok. He says Alfred's been here too though-"
"...That's another problem..."
"Arthur Kirkland, you better get here and save me now!"
I hang up, attempting to get to my feet. Artie grabs my arm in a grasp of iron, his eyes manic and swirling.
"Please stay~ Don't leave me my darling _____~"