"Okay then, it's settled! Becuase you lost this bet, you must use your magic to give me a country's lifetime supply of burgers!" England lost a bet where if he was successfull in building a robot better than America's, America would be required to drink as much tea that was dumped into the harbor, and not only that but all in a single day. However, if he was not successful, he owed Alfred a country's lifetime supply of burgers. If motivation and fear was not enough, Alfred was already fascinated with all of the sciences and had the upper hand.
"Oi! Why do I have to use black magic when I can cook you a burger everyday?" Arthur has never seen the other so scared.
The man shook his head back and forth and his rushed words were incoherent, "Nononono! I'drathernevereatburgersagainthantasteyourpoorexcuseofaburger!" The Brit fumed but before more was said, the American calmed his nerves and instead pleaded, "Please. Anything but your cooking. If you want to call the entire bet off we can!"
Arthur was a gentleman and he let his pride get to him when accepting the bet. It would not be proper to turn down what he knew was coming. Plus, how could he reject those puppy eyes. After sighing and rolling his eyes, Britian showed a little mercy for once by agreeing. It was as if America received a year early Christmas present. "Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou!" He glomped England, causing him to lightly blush but kept what's left of his dignity once he pushed the other away. Through this action, he received a rejected expression.
"Ahem, I take my leave to find my wand."
After twenty minutes of searching for all the necessary items, he finally found them and set up. Eyes in the book, he pointed at the center of the magical crest and ordered Alfred to stand there.
"Are you sure this isn't dangerous, Artie? I mean, this so called crest gives off a weird vibe. Weird as in you're going to sacrifice me to the Devil. Hehehe…" Alfred chuckled nervously and Arthur showed him his poker face. "Jeez! Sorry. Hey, are secretly Voldemort?!" The other ignored and continued with the preparations. By the end of it all, America was exhausted from being ordered around. Once he thought of the question he asked, "Why exactly am I doing this?"
The Brit recited what was said to him, "Please. Anything but your cooking." and he did so with absolutely no emotion.
The American was now thinking that he underestimated how dense England was. "C'mon old man. You know exactly I mean."
With a sly smirk and mischievous eyes, he announced, "If you must know, I was just wasting your time." America was baffled; he was ready to launch him into the thermosphere because he was that provoked. He would have if he did not care to mention that he was ready. " 'Bout time!" He lept down from the counter top and asked Iggy what should really be done, and he was commanded to place his favorite flavor burger on the center of the crest. Being who he is, he heard "Stand in the center."
There they were. One annunciating spells in old Latin and the other hovering over the ground because of said magic. Alfred became nervous because why was he being lifted, should not it be the burger in the grasp of his hand instead of himself? The magic crest shone a luminescent green. The more Arthur spoke, the more the green faded into blue and the blue faded into purple just to decide on red…red?!
As a result of having his eyes closed, the Briton did not notice that the magical crest was shining the wrong color.
"Arthur?"
"Arthur?!"
"ARTHUR!!"
His eyes opened finally and saw red; but it wasn't the red from the crest.
