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I would have a question.
Have you ever wrote a 1P! character and a 2P! character meeting? For example, England getsto know 2P! England.
If not, maybe you could try it.
I had not before receiving this, so thank you for the ask!
I took your example literally because why not, plus it made the most sense to rationalize with magic, so here ya go.
"Foils"
Feat. The Magic Men
The first thing that Oliver noticed was that he was not in his world. The buildings looked wrong, the trees looked different, and the streets were entirely empty except for one man. This man, however, was the one he had been seeking, so maybe it wasn't all wrong after all.
"Oh, lovely! Hello there."
The other man whipped his head around, standing from the bench. The green eyes and sand-blond hair were unsettlingly similar in texture and shape to Oliver's, but that was alright. That was a sign that he had the right man.
"Are you alright there? You're not unable to speak, right? That'd be rather unpleasant."
"...just who are you?" The man finally spoke, approaching Oliver cautiously. He adjusted his own leather jacket a bit.
"Oh, y'know, only a simple kitchen witch. Oliver Kirkland, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Uh- Arthur, here." The man looked around, then back at the bright blues that were trained on him. That, plus the unnaturally pink blond of Oliver's hair made him wary. "Just where are we? I mean, besides just outside the tower of London."
"This is what your tower of London looks like? Hm... It's a bit, well, dreadful."
"Who are you to call this place dreadful, you look like you've dressed yourself in stale cotton candy!"
"Well that was a bit rude. I thought you would be more of a, what was it... gentleman?" He tilted his head and gave a cheshire grin.
"God damn it. So I see we look similar to each other, bar the clothes. Is that the only reason you're in my dream?" Arthur scowled. He had no choice but to hate it all.
"Nope!" Oliver grinned even wider, somehow. "I've actually come to get your advice on something. See there's a small problem I'm trying where I'm from, it's quite the bother."
"Well, go on?" How could Arthur refuse when this strange near-doppelgänger had contacted him in his mind.
"Do you know how to make people happy?" The question was the first of Oliver's words in this exchange laced with any sincerity. "The people where I live are always such dreadful pessimistic downers, and all I've ever wanted was to lift their spirits. Some of them, however, tend to call me insane for thinking so positively. Can you believe it?"
"Oh." Arthur looked dumbfounded. "Hah, figures you're an optimist. Let me guess, they all say that the world is awful because nothing good ever happens to them?"
"Yea, it gets a little depressing!" Oliver giggled.
"Well, that's how I think most of the time..." Arthur sighed, wishing he had something to think about that was even a little positive. "While I try to be nice for others, all I can think is that the world hates me. Which is bloody terrible, because I'm connected to it."
"Aha! We really are opposites!" Oliver leaned into his personal space. "I'd figured you might give me some marvelous insight about yourself, if you're supposed to be my direct foil!"
"Just how did you contact me anyways?" Arthur chuckled to himself, finding Oliver's constant schoolgirl-giggling infectious.
"Oh, just a little potion I put in my tea."
"...Maybe we're not complete opposites. That's exactly what I do with my own potions."
"Well, you know what they say! A spoonful of cinnamon-"
"I beg your pardon? It's sugar."
"Well, I could have sworn it was cinnamon. A spoonful of cinnamon helps the poison go down?"
"Well- I mean- Are you telling me that in your world, Mary Poppins is a murderer?" Arthur looked even more dumbfounded than before.
"Why, it's one of my favorite horror films. Howcome?" Oliver couldn't help his own confusion, wondering what Arthur's 'Mary Poppins' film was like.
"Bloody hell... Two sides of the same coin indeed."
"Yea, foils, like I said."
A moment of silence passed, the foils sitting on a bench.
"You're not a murderer too, are you?" Arthur asked quietly.
"Well, only when I need to be." Oliver replied. "Such as when a poor mortal disrespects something I value!"
"Ah... I don't have such loose criteria, I'm afraid."
"Oh, don't worry, poppet. Not all of us need to be monsters."
"I realize that, but I don't think you're a monster. You've proven to be kind. Flawed, and maybe a little trigger happy, but optimistic. That has to mean something if you live in a world of pessimistic arseholes like myself." Arthur let himself relax into the bench.
Oliver stared at him, the baby blue of his eyes welling up with unnecessarily tears. He blinked and wiped his face on his sleeve after a moment.
"Are you alright-"
"I really needed to hear that! Haha! Thank you, honestly." He didn't bother going into the complexity of it just yet. He wanted to appreciate being told he was kind for now.
"Well, you're a nice chap, so... you're welcome." Arthur smiled awkwardly.
Oliver almost wanted to talk about how cutthroat his world was. He wanted to talk about the suffering he endured, or the way he spited his world with a smile. He wanted to talk about the pain he watched others go through, just to make him feel like an idiot for trying to smile.
The alarm clock by his bed interrupted him, though.
"Seems I'll have to go soon." Oliver muttered. "So long, Arthur! Have a nice rest of your dream!" Oliver's cheshire grin returned, and he waved to his counterpart happily.
"Yeah, alright, I'll try." Arthur offered a smile in return. "You go and live your life, alright? I'd rather not make it a habit to peer into the life of my sparkly doppelgänger."
"Sparkly? I'll have you know that this is pastel!"
"Hah. Foils after all..."
It was at that moment that Oliver walked-no, skipped-away, fading into the horizon.
"..hah. He's bonkers."
...
Oliver woke up in the embrace of soft cushions he had made, along with the feeling of paper by one of his hands.
"Ahh... Good morning, my world. Magnificent day we're having already, hm?" His voice was soft, as it usually was in the morning.
It was at that point, James wandered into his room.
"Can I help you?" Oliver offered, smiling in spite of his disheveled state.
"It's three PM... What the fuck are you doing in bed?" He adjusted his sunglasses with an annoyed expression. The classic RBF of this particular Canadian.
"Well, since you've asked, I'd be delighted to tell you."
...
Arthur felt someone tapping his shoulder as he began to wake up, light flooding into his vision. It was startling enough to recall the odd dream, and even more startling to see that he'd fallen asleep at his desk. All in all, just an incredibly weird experience.
"Agh, what in god's name-" Arthur finally whipped around to see he whom had disturbed his slumber.
"Sorry, you just... It's three in the afternoon." Matthew, from behind him, pulled away. "I was just doing a wellness check."
"Right." Arthur forced himself to stand, stretching a bit. "Well, anyways... I had the most peculiar dream."
"Really?" Matthew blinked a bit, curious. "What was it about?"
"Well, there was quite the colorful character, that's for sure."
Why must he be so adorable
2 P ! E N G L A N D –
Mr. Oliver Kirkland
I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad, The craziest friend that you’ve ever had You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I’m off my rocker Tell you a secret, I’m not alarmed So what if I’m crazy? The best people are
2P England