2p England(Oliver)xReader: Perveiw

                                   2p England(Oliver)xReader
                                      By: Mariah Steadman

It had been a couple hours after you started cleaning the house of an old English man's house that was a friend of your parents'. The man was an elderly gentleman, who had asked you for some help cleaning out his basement, which he hadn't cleaned in the last sixty years'. Because you had felt bad for the elderly man, you agreed to help him out as you were dusting off boxes that read fragile, while he moved some of the lighter boxes to the side so he could bring them back up and sort through them. Turning around he couldn't help but, smile when he saw how hard you were working to get this done.

"Truly, you are really a good girl ____________ for helping me do this. To be honest I am so sorry that I had to call you away from whatever you had planned today."

The old Englishmen said, as you turned to him and smiled.

"Oh, no it's alright. To be honest I enjoy helping people. Besides' I didn't have that much to do anyway. This just gives me something to do."

With that you simple smiled said as he smiled back and nodded his head as he went back to work, as one by one took boxes' upstairs. As you were dusting you came across a long object that was covered by a dirty white sheet. From the looks of it, it might have been a wardrobe of some sort, but upon looking again, it looked to skinny to be one. Curiosity got the better of you as you walked over and yanked the sheet down, as dust flew up into the air. When the dust flew you began to cough as you swatted the dusty air from you and then looked to see a gorgeous mirror in front of you. It was a pretty color of bronze-gold trimming around the mirror, at the end tips of the mirror was little pinkish-blue colors and the mirror was circular in shape. In all honest it was the most prettiest mirror you had ever seen as you slowly ran your hand along the mirror surface taking in its breath taking features. Suddenly when you looked you screamed. On the other side of the mirror there was a reflection, but not your reflection. It was someone else's. There was a dark figured with glowing pinkish-blue eyes, whose smile sent chills down your very spine. It reached out to grab you, but the moment it did the white dusty sheet came over it and there was a curse, but what it was you did not hear as the old man grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the mirror.

"Do not mess with that mirror! It is an evil thing that I should have never bought!"

The old British man said as you looked at him puzzled and frightened.

"Cruised bloody thing… Took everything from me and would have gotten me if I hadn't gone back thought it…"

With that he made you look at him his eyes serious.

"__________ no matter what happens', promise me… Promise me you will never take the sheet off that thing and be fooled into that world! Promise me you will never look through the looking glass!"

The elderly man said shaking you a bit. The way he was acting was frightening you by the way he was taking this, but then again you began to think you had just been working too hard and the stress had gotten to you. That was probably what it was.

"Ok. As god as my witness, I promise that I will never mess with that mirror again."

With those simple words that you had said to the old man, he would breathe a sigh of relief as he let you go.

"Good girl __________. Come, it has been a long day and you need something in your stomach."

With that you nodded and fallowed him upstairs, and looked once back downstairs only to shake your head and close the door behind you. Upon looking at it, you probably would never come across the mirror again for years' to come, however you were sadly mistaken as a war would slowly turn your fate for you. The war known as WWII…

To Be Continued...