Welcome to the Tea-Party~2p!EnglandXReader~ End 1.

Welcome to the Tea-Party~ 2pEngland X Reader Ending 1

"Ah, you're awake~ Did you sleep well my little poppet~"
I look up to see those gleeful, swirling eyes. Artie spins, pivoting on his toe and starts guesturing dramatically "I took care of that idiot that was trying to steal my lovely sweetie away from me! He's asleep too~ He came back but he failed~" With an atheltic bound he starts to circle me. He looks like a child in a sweet shop."What did you do to Arthur!?" My voice wavers slightly, and Artie just continues chattering. I repeat my question and then he finally listens.
"Nothing~ I just...well, I maybe changed his memory a little~"
"Stop it!"
"Stop what, my lovel-"
"Stop being such a-"
"A what? An idiot? A fool? Do you not like me darling? Do you not love me!?"
"Stop interrupting me."
"Anything else poppet?"
"N-No..." I'm so desperate to say that I hate him, that I want to get away from him and his mad ways. I'm not even in my back garden anymore, and everything seems to spin. I'm in some hazy, sugar-induced blur with only this psychotic weirdo for company. He pouts at me suddenly.
"Don't think about me like that! Thats terrible, very terrible indeed~"
My conversation on the phone with Arthur comes back to me. "I-I ha-" Whenever I try to say anything bad against Artie, my throat tightens as if I'm being crushed my a boa-constrictor. It's as if I have an invisible collar, like I'm some puppet or toy.
"Oh yes, you are my toy aren't you~"
"Artie..."
"Yes?"
"Let me go..."
"No!" I put my hands over my ears at the sudden shreik "Never! No no no no no!" He appears by my side, arms circling my waist. "Nobody's ever going to get my lovely little sweetie-pie...aren't I right, ____?" There's a sudden threat in his voice; a chilling, menacing tone beneath the honeyed whisper. As another wave of diziness overwhelmes me, I feel my body move of it's own accord. Artie straightens his turquoise bow-tie with a satisfied smile. "Would you like some cake, my darling?"
"Yes Artie."
"Do you want some tea?"
"Yes Artie."
"Do you want to come and sit with your most favourite person in the whole wide world _____?" His eyes are glowing again, an unrivalled glee in those whimsical orbs. I see a slightly pointed tooth in that sinister smile.
"Y-Ye..." I shake my head. I need to fight this. There's something else in my head, not my own voice or his that is telling me to fight this sudden strangeness. The more I fight the more painful the struggle gets though, and I feel a freezing finger trace my collar bones. The tenderness is maddening, the soothing voice taunting me. I feel like someone stranded in a desert and being denied water. "It would be so easier if you just...gave up!" There's a minty breath in my ear "Then...then we'll have eachother all to ourselves and we can have fun~"
"W-What was in that cake...?"
"Nothing important. Just a little something to make you feel better. You see, you were very very ill and you needed fixing~ Nobody wants to play with a broken doll now, do they?" He titters, wagging a finger like a concerned parent.
"I-I wasn't ill..."
"You were! I insist!" His eyes flash slightly and my arms go slack. I find myself leaning against this stranger, suddenly feeling as if he's everything I've ever wanted. I feel his fingers run through my hair "That's a good girl~"

I've been stuck in Artie's clutches for hours now, and he's been dictating to me how much he loves me for quite a while. He even stands on the table, dancing around gleefully and kicking tea-cups around. China plates crack beneath his feet but he doesn't seem to care, he just carries on flitting around and filling my cup with tea. I've even been forced to wear a rather tacky, frilly top-hat.
"Yay~ Why don't you come up here _____?"
I don't say a word, peering angrily over the rim of my cup as I feel Earl Grey slide down my throat.
"Don't be that way, come on...please" There's no sing-song voice, no cheeky lilt to the words. I look up in delight, expecting to see Arthur. My face falls when I see Artie looking grave, he then speaks again in his real (normal) counterparts voice "Now, isn't this better eh, love? I've finally subdued you...I didn't want to have to take such extreme measures..."
This isn't him. That thing isn't Arthur. But the voice is so convincing, and I'm too scared to pull back. Artie extends a long, pale, slender hand towards me. "How about you come up here with me?" When I'm standing on the table beside him something finally clicks. I actually don't want to leave, I don't want to go and find Arthur Kirkland. Why? Why would you want to leave Artie?

I giggle slightly as I'm suddenly eased on to my back, the scent of tea and strawberries overwhelming me. "Now, isn't it a lovely night tonight~" Artie's above me, putting slight pressure on my arms as a precaution. I relax, and he moves his face directly opposite mine. Our noses are touching. With a gentle sigh, I feel Artie advance further. Our lips are pressed together in a suprisingly chaste kiss, but I can feel the person above me twitch in excitement. He deepens the kiss and then pulls back with a grateful smile. There's passion, a madness more intense than ever.
"Just perfect~"