Crystalline Constellations

S2 E4: Reality's Reflection [Part 1/2]

England, laid in his bed in his house, began to stir at just before 9 AM like he usually did every morning, drowsily rubbing the sleep sand out of both eyes and stretching his legs out momentarily under the covers. He afterwards proceeded to pull the duvet off his body and swung his legs out to the left, planting them on the carpeted floor.
Arthur had no worries about things being under the bed except for shoes and old books and items of that nature, so as per usual he expected no person's presence to be occupying the space under there and thus kept his feet in that place before fully standing up and walking out of the bedroom.

But after he'd left the room, the same sort of basic principle from that nursery rhyme in the Doctor Who episode called 'Listen' started to come true in a way:

What's that in the mirror; in the corner of your eye?
What's that footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps they're all just waiting. Perhaps when we're all dead, out they'll come a-slithering,
from underneath your bed.

He went into the kitchen and put his everyday morning routine into action: he poured away the cold contents of the teapot into the sink and put 2 fresh teabags into the pot from the box they were kept in on the counter.

The green-eyed country suddenly froze in his tracks like someone had pressed a pause button on him, however, when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up tensely on end like marching soldiers to mark the presence of someone else behind him. A presence that felt deeply unnerving deep down in his gut, not least because of the fact that someone had so sneakily crept in and probably been in his house all night.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked, a small part of his voice wavering from the eerie atmosphere that settled in the room like a huge blanket. 

"Only the last few seconds." Came a man's voice from only 10 feet behind him. His own voice, much to more of his shock. "I must say, I'm impressed you managed to notice I was here even without turning around to face me." 

"Who are you? And what do you want?" He asked this while still not turning around, as he was too anxious and worried to want to know who exactly it was standing behind him, with their 2 voices practically identical, if not fully identical. 

"You can call me Ollie, and as for 'what I want', that's a secret, so ssssshhhh!" The voice behind him which sounded so similar to his own answered childishly, irritating Arthur.

"Just get out, leave me alone, whoever you are." England said with no particular emotion except for his tone being firm, although the thing that he had no intention of showing at all was the icy quivering in the back of his throat from his current emotion and the atmosphere right now. Because then the one apparently called Ollie would think he was scared and probably start to deliberately go out of his way to scare him more.

"Oh but I can't go yet, we're already having so much fun." The more cheerful but still ominous one's tone grew louder as he walked nearer. "I'm right behind you now, Artie. I'm so close I can reach out and touch you..."

This was what it took for Britain to finally turn around, and he did it so swiftly that the other man didn't have enough time to register what was going on before he received a hard whack to the face as the dark blonde haired nation swivelled to face him.

"What-? But-... what?! You're..." Arthur stammered upon seeing Ollie's physical appearance: he had the same height and body type as him and his hairstyle was the same, with the differences being that his hair colour had more of a pinkish tint, his eyes were a pale, watery blue and his clothes consisted of a light pink shirt, a violet waistcoat and a blue bow tie with black trousers and matching black shoes.