Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Hetalia. Also, I apologise in advance, for this is probably the worst thing I have written since I was ten years old.
Francis Bonnefoy decided to get a Dark Mark tattoo. Being a super-ultra-mega fan of the Harry Potter series, as much as he hated to admit it to Arthur, he wanted everything in the books (aside from the lack of Drarry) to be real. He also wanted to be one of the Death Eaters because, in his own words, "The bad guys are the coolest and most fashionable!" It was a good thing for Francy-Pants that Arthur, who also wanted Harry Potter to be real, was back at it with his magical shit.
Arthur opened his magical spellbook of weirdness, chanted some Latin nonsense that Francis had forgotten long ago and BOOM. War was taking place right in front of them, in the muggle world. Francis' eyes got all shiny and stuff when he saw Voldemort because he is a Voldy fangirl.
Deciding to make his dream of being a Death Eater a reality, Francis grabbed a nice looking stick and began waving it around like a wand and prancing around, overjoyed that his dream was finally coming true. He began calling out the Unforgivable Curses to random people, both muggles and wizards. When he remembered that he had no magical powers whatsoever, he started hitting them in the head with his stick-wand and yelling, instead of Unforgivable Curses, "smack, smack, smack!"
He eventually got to Author-Chan and Author-Chan's-Girlfriend and called out "Avada Kadavra!" Then he hit us with his stick until we died in each other's arms all romantically and shit.
Finally the battle was coming to an end, with the Death Eaters winning due to Francis' help. There was only one more wizard that was fighting against them; Arthur. Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the English nation. "I want to finish him off myself," he growled out menacingly.
Francis, practically drooling at his words, responded soon after. "Of course, my lord!" He watched with awe as his Saviour murdered his long term rival. Then, using his irresistible flirtatious ways, he tried to seduce the Dark Lord.
"But you're a muggle! We cannot be!" The noseless dude said.
"Love is for anyone, Dark Lord! And I love you! Please let me be yours!" Francis cried desperately, dropping to his knees and hugging Voldemort's legs. Voldemort melted into his embrace, kneeling down to meet his eyes. Then they kissed. Francis was dubbed, by Voldy himself, a Death Eater, despite being a muggle due to his loyalty. This officially made all of Francis' dreams come true; Arthur was dead, he was a Death Eater, the bad guys won the war, and he was now Lord Voldemort's bitch.
No one predicted Alfred interfering, though! After his Iggy-Sense stopped, he knew that his beloved Artie was dead. Al suddenly flew down from the sky and began shooting Francis' love multiple times, calling out "I'm the hero!" Then Lord Voldy died, Francis whined like a baby, and Alfred also whined like a baby, but only because he didn't have anymore burgers.
It was an eventful day for Francis.
