Arthur was reading his spell book, bored out of his mind. He didn't have anything important coming up and his family and friends were pretty busy with their own things. So the Brit decided that he would find something to do that shouldn't backfire on him. Magic may be dangerous at times, but if he used a harmless spell nothing should happen. 

He blinked when he found one that was deep in the book on a page he swore wasn't there before. Than again he didn't read this part of this one too often, so it may have been and he just missed it. He read it over a few times, deciding that it was harmless enough. All he needed was a mirror and himself. It would allow him to see himself in another dimensions. He had to admit those kind of things did interest him. He heard his Mum (Gaia, not his actually mother) talk about those things before after all. Why not take a peak and see? He may even leave it to get an idea what his counterpart was like. 

He stood up in front of a mirror he barely used. He'd rather not break his bathroom mirror and hear Francy Pants complain till he fixed it. He lightly pricked his finger, watching the blood poor in a little droplet. He didn't need much blood so cutting more would be a waste. He smeared his finger over the smooth glass, watching it leave a crimson trail. He closed his eyes and started to say the words to summon a picture of himself in the mirror but from a place he had never seen. He poured his soul and magic into the spell, hoping it would work. 

When he opened his eyes, he blinked. The blood was gone and he was looking at... well he assumed it was himself. The reflection looked nothing like him. Instead of his blonde hair that his husband said looked messy was a head of somewhat curly pink hair. Instead of emerald eyes looking at him, he saw blue with just a tiny hint of pink in them. In fact he could sum up the whole look with that one color: pink. A pink sweater vest with a white shirt underneath and a blue bow tie was what this man was wearing instead of a green shirt with a leather jacket over it. 

"Well how about that?" Arthur asked with a chuckle. "I must admit I didn't think it would work but here you are." He smiled, touching the glass to make sure the mirror was still just that: a mirror. Not some strange gateway. But his hand touched solid glass. "Good. I suppose I can't wait to see what you are like my pastel twin." 

He smiled and turned around to leave. He did turn around however when he swore he heard a noise coming from his creation. But no, it was still just a mirror with the strange version of himself looking back at him with a strange smile. 

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Arthur had been coming back to this mirror almost daily at this point. He kept swearing something was wrong with it. After all it kept making noises. Plus the man he kept seeing had to be crazy! The spell said that if you hold something in front of it that you like that it will show what the other version likes as well. His strange pink self was not anything like him. 

He held up his spell book, the other one held up a cupcake. A guitar was meant with a knife. His green little bunny showed a very twisted brown one. He even showed it a picture of his husband and saw a very angry looking version of Francis. The only similar thing they had was a cup of tea so far. 

He sighed a bit, running a hand through his hair was he walked away from the mirror. He was tired of seeing this man and decided to end the spell. He just needed the spell book and something to eat and he would do it. Maybe he'd try again to find a better England than the one he saw. 

Halfway through his meal, however, he heard a crash from the room it had been kept it. He blinked, quickly rushing to the room, swinging the door open. What he saw was... 

Nothing. He saw nothing but the mirror. 

He walked slowly towards the thing, not knowing what had happened. Did something escape? No, nothing else was in the room and the door was shut tight. He would have seen anything that did. A demon or magical creature? Again, no. Was Alfred just messing with him? No, his son hadn't been to visit in a while. Come to think of it, Arthur hadn't seen anyone else in a while besides his strange counterpart. So what was- 

Wait... something was off. He didn't see anything in the mirror. Not the pink man, not himself, nothing. He got closer to the mirror, looking it up and down. There was something strange about it now. It felt different and wasn't showing anything. Just as he was about to leave to end his spell, a hand shot out of the glass, grabbing Arthur's necktie. 

He went wide eyed, looking down at the hand. He went to scream for help before another hand grabbed his face, covering his mouth so no noise could come from him. He backed up a bit, trying to get away a bit. He looked up when a man come out of the mirror more, keeping up his hold on the Brit. But it wasn't just any man. No it was...

"Hello!" the pink haired man said in a British accent and a large smile on his face. "My name is Oliver!"