2p EnglandXReader You Promised Part 3

2p EnglandXReader
You Promised
Part 3



As Oliver walked away ____ watched standing in the doorway of her home. All the countries turned and smiled at you.
To them you looked to be an angel, even more beautiful then you already had been.

To Oliver, something that crawled out hell itself and be warped by sick minds of teenagers. (Don't get me wrong, teens can think of some creepy shit.)
Only because he took your life away, in a single try.
You would've lived if you got the proper treatment.
Poor Ollie was to exhausted and troubled by your well-being.
Too anxious to wait for a cure....

Oliver looked back at his old "friends".
Al flipped him off.
Matthieu turned around. The rest of the countries crossed there arms at him and turned to ____.

Oliver saw you. He shook his head.
"Oh dear me. My brain is playing tricks on me again."
Your ghostly figure jerked it's head in an inhumanly way and screeched.

Oliver took that chance to get out of there.
He arrived home and looked at the front of his house with wide eyes.
His front windows were smashed and all his lights were on.

He stepped out his car and quickly but hastily opened his kicked in front door.

He looked around shocked at his dismay. Everything was broken, everything besides his mirrors.
He walked past one, glancing at his reflection.
But it was not his reflection.
It was his 1p, who showed up almost never.

He looked just as distressed at Oliver. "Oliver, take my word as a British man to leave. ____, she's a afterlife demon. Leave before she comes again. I know you don't want to die, and I'm apart of you. Leave no-" he was cut off by a constant voice rambling, only saying "you promised"

Oliver looked around, as a reflection should, Arthur did the same.
The corner of the household grew dark. A dark black mist arose from the wall. Out from the mist, with jerky movements and the same outfit, came you.

Oliver froze.
___ demonic voice rung in Oliver's ears as she spoke

"Oh ollie~!"

Arthur shouted "move your feet you bloody idiot!" Oliver slowly turned to the door, he looked back at you then sprinted out the door and away from the house at a safe distance.

His house was filled with the demonic laughter of _____.
Her cackles echoed and the black mist engulfed his house.

He crossed his arms.
"That's poppy-cock!" He began to walk away from his house.
Oliver mumbled to himself and took out his phone he scrolled through his contacts.

He picked a girl who shared his attributes.
She had curly pink hair and blue heart bobby pins holding back her bangs.
One of her eyes was green and the other one was Gold. Her makeup was simple blues and pinks, her lipstick was a shiny pink.

The picture showed half of her upper body, she was wearing a corset type top with a pearl necklace, and various gems.
Her contact name was Annabelle Marie Oscar- coworker.

He clicked her name a called her.
He put the phone up to his ear and heard it ring.
It picked up immediately.

"Hiya Oliver~!"
"Oh hello there Belle. I'm in a bit of a pickle, can you help me out, dear?"
"Oh sure! I'm at the bakery though. You should come in and work the rest of my shift with me~!"
Oliver pondered and looked at his house.

"Yeah, Ill come in. I'll be there in a jiffy!"
"See ya!"
Oliver hung up the phone and began walking to his workplace.
'The baffled baker'

~~skippy skip~~

Oliver sighed as he walked into his workplace.
Annabelle was working the busy counter her pigtails bounced as she jumbled around to pass out various cakes and charge people for there purchases.

"Ollie help!" She giggled and continued working.

Oliver chuckled and walked behind the counter and helped Annabelle.
The customers waved as they left.
Annabelle's shift was almost over and she went to the door and flipped the sign from "open" to "closed".

Annabelle put her hands on her hips and giggled.
"Thanks for saving me Ollie! Now what's up?" She walked over to him.

He sighed. "Someone is playing a terrible prank on me! It's cost me my house!"

Annabelle fixed his bow tie and smiled.
"You can stay at my house as long as you need to!"

Oliver chuckled "I would be delighted!"
Annabelle pulled him back into the back part of the bakery.
"Shift almost over, help me bake now! This time don't put anything deadly in the cakes!"
She wagged her finger at him and tied an apron around her.

He rolled his eyes and giggled.
"I won't~"

~after baking and such~

Annabelle took off her Apron and locked up shop then followed Oliver to her car.
"Did ya pack your toothbrush Ollie?"
Annabelle joked while starting her car and driving away.

Oliver smiled and looked out the window.
He saw his reflection, which was a very afraid Arthur.

It looked like Arthur was going to speak, but before he could, _____'s face appeared next to him.
Oliver jumped and let out a small squeal.

Annabelle swerved on the road.
"Sweet cupcakes Oliver! You scared me!"
"Sorry, deary. My own reflection gave me a little jump."
Annabelle frowned.
"Oliver, your looked tired. Your not yourself either. Are you sure it's not a prank?"
She pulled into her driveway and opened the garage. Parking into the designated spot. She closed the garage and looked at him.

He sighed "don't think I'm bonkers now Annie, but _____ keeps frighting me."

Annabelle raised a brow.
"But isn't she dead? I went to her funeral with all the other countries. Unless it's some kind of paranormal entity that wishes to get revenge on you for ending her life, then maybe. But you don't believe in that."

Oliver's mouth hung open.
"Yes....did you talk to them?"
"I had a small chat. But I know you didn't kill her, it's okay! Come in lets get inside."
Oliver nodded and stepped out re car.

Annie followed and got out and entered her house.
"I've always wanted to ask, how do you know ____?"

Annie set her keys on the counter.
"I was her neighbor at one point in time. We weren't close, but we loved to talk about random things."
Annabelle giggled and Oliver nodded.

"Interesting....hey can I go pick a room?"
"Yeah sure go ahead!"

Oliver looked around her house and found the hallway. He went into the first room and decided to sleep in this room.
"Annabelle Ill sleep in the first room if that's alright with you."

"Oh of course dear! Go ahead."
She shouted taking off her heels and walking to her own room.

He smiled and sat on the bed. "She's such a sweet girl." He looked at his phone and checked his messages. There was two from Francois
'You better be relived that I still don't hate you. But you need to move on, get a girlfriend.'
'You didn't really have a chance at ____either.'

Oliver sighed and looked at the picture of Annabelle he had on his phone.
"She is my type of girl..."
Oliver pondered and tapped his finger against his lip.
"Decisions, decisions, Oliver....."