Hi! This is my first proper fanfiction (that isn't just smut) so pls don't judge too harshly. XP I don't own Hetalia obviously, although I wish I did x Sorry for spelling errors, also. WARNING- SMUT, YAOI, possible bloodplay, S&M in later chapters. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! ENJOY!
Arthur stared at the blackened scones that sat on his kitchen worktop in dismay. He'd tried so hard to make them look like the picture, he really had! But batch after batch just turned out the same. He'd gone through every tactic he could think of to perfect them: cooking books, the internet, even asking that stupid frog to teach him; but no matter how hard he tried they were never good enough for those idiots. What did they know anyway!? Nevertheless, he was still determined to prove them wrong... Arthur put the laptop away with a sigh and went downstairs, unlocking the door and then entering the basement, before closing the door behind him. He didn't want to have to resort to this, but if this was the only way he could improve his cooking, he was going to give it a shot. It wasn't cheating really, right? He was the one who'd gone to the trouble of finding and learning the spell after all.
Arthur got out his spell book and laid it out on the table, finding the right page before begginning to chant the words written. This was it, he was going to be able to show everyone! Arthur began to speak the words written "(insert chanting here)" He could see and feel the glow of the pentagram around him as the room filled up with bright colours and he continued to chant. "(insert more chanting here)" But just as he was starting the last line...
"Yo! Arthur!" Alfred burst through the door much to Arthur's surprise. "Alfred you git ! Look what you've d-" He was cut off as the pentagram dissapeared with a bang and colour exploded throughout the room, sending the two males flying back into the wall as mist of multiple colours swarmed around them. The two coughed violently as the mist cleared, looking around the room, both clearly worried about what Arthur's messed up spell could've done.
When there appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary, Arthur got up and walked over to Alfred, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him backwards and forwards. "Jeez, Dude! get a grip! What's up with you?! STOP SHAKING M-" "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU COULD'VE DONE! YOU BLOODY IMBECILE! DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS INTERUPTING A SPELL COULD BE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED!" Arthur stopped shaking him and Alfred could see clearly from the rage in his face that he wasn't happy, Alfred raised his eyebrow questioningly at Arthur. "Isn't it your own fault for not locking the door?" "What do you mean? Of course I locked the ... Oh".
Alfred snorted at Arthur's forgotten mistake before Arthur quickly retaliated "Well, you shouldn't be barging in on people in the first place! What do you want?!" "I just came to see how the cooking was going? Still terrible right?" spoke the American with a smirk. "It was going SWIMINGLY untill you came and interupted" he replyed acid in his tone as the Brit stood up and dusted himself off. "You were cooking down here?" "Yes" "With all the smoke and lasers?" "... Yes" "Then prove it" A smirk played at Alfred's lips as the Brit looked up at him.
"What?" "Prove it. Cook something for me. If it tastes better than your last meal I'll know you've been practicing" He paused. "But if it looks bad I won't be trying it. No way am I letting you give me food poisoning again". "hmph! Fine!" Arthur agreed as he raised his chin in defiance and began to climb the stairs out of the basement. He was determined to prove that American wrong, but something was nagging him in the back of his mind. What DID that spell do? He wracked his brains for an answer. There was no physical evidence of anything going wrong in the basement, and him and Alfred were both fine. What could it have done? "Race you to the kitchen!" Alfred pushed past him as he ran up the stairs. "As if! You git". He'd have to worry about that later. Right now all he wanted to do was prove to Alfred he'd improved.
No way could he cook him scones though, not after this morning...Maybe he'd try at something else... crumpets? Fish? No. Something sweeter... Cupcakes? Yes! They were simple, but if he dressed them up nice enough they'd be sure to prove his companion wrong! Cupcakes it is! "Just you wait Alfred, I'll cook you some cupcakes you could DIE for".
Arthur continued to climb the stairs as he smirked at his own joke, a glint in his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. Where Alfred stood impatiently, unbeknownst to the fate that awaited him.
Sooooo... That's it for the first chapter! Hoped you enjoyed! It's sorta obvious whats gonna happen though XD I was gonna insert actual chanting but i left it how it was for 'comedic effect', as my friend advised me XP. I also know the 'DIE for' pun was terrible... I was gonna take it out but then I thought "Doesn't 2p England make puns" and kept it in. I would love for you to read and review and give me advice on how I could improve or ideas for future chapters. Thanks! XP