It was cold but yet warm, what was happening? Magician wasn't too sure as he held his hand out as a bright sun coming through his room. At least this is what he assumed as he opened his eyes slowly sitting up what had happened?
Who even was he and where was he. He had so many questions with zero answers to anything slowly slipping of the bed looking into a mirror the blue roses littered it was rather antique looking his eyes looking at the person staring back at him. Pink hair short and neatly kept. Sky blue eyed and a soft natural looking blush with freckles littering his face who was this it was him, but it was like he did not know his face.
He was hyper fixated as that was soon interrupted as the white door opened to a very tall and softly tanned male with crimson eyes "Eyy old man you done gawking we are going to be late for the meeting since when the hell have you been the type to be late?" the male questioned as he noticed the confused expression on his face. "You, okay?" he dropped the attitude rather quickly as he noticed the others facial expressions giving a puzzling look.
He was about to speak as he looked confused "World?" he mumbled out no that was not right who even was world. He shook his head right, right he was Oliver... Oliver Kirland a personified nation of England the male standing in front of him Allen Jones also known as the personification of America.
"Oh! sorry Allan dear I had a moment I'm alright now don't worry I didn't even see how late it was, go on downstairs I'll be there shortly not to worry" he reassured the other as he slowly reached patting his cheek smiling this felt foreign yet right.
"If you say so.... you're freaking me out dude...." he mumbled as he headed on down the stairs since when was Oliver ever late? Maybe he was getting ill? No maybe he just imagined him calling him this world guy then again Matt had mentioned the same thing happening to Francois this morning when he had woken up, he shook it off.
Slowly but surely, he snapped out of the confusion his body moving on its own getting ready a pink and blue attire adjusting the belt fixing his hair still trying to take in this appearance of his heading off.
"Ey are you done yet Oliver?" Allan shouted out as he called out again. "Ah yes I am coming Allan one moment!" he called out surprised at his accent he had as he was trying to gather information as he went.
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The start of a new life.
FanfictionWhere do the Arcana go after the death in the dreamscape Magician always wonder while part of them remained with these outsiders their existence was still very much present in the dreamscape.
