A/N: Important to know that the rating may fluctuate depending on my mood. Just be aware of that. Anyways, this is a short prologue so I guess I'd like to hear some intake on this. I promise it will get better. If you don't understand anything from this then feel free to ask me. I try to the best of my abilities to respond back to any review/PM given to me so don't feel bashful.

First off, these Arthur's are far from gentlemen. Don't let the title confuse you lolololol There is probably only one gentleman-like, the rest are either angry, horny, blubbery, bashful, etc..

Pairings: England/America, America/England, Prussia/Germany, onesided!Japan/America

Story: Completely pointless

Note: Not even remotely similar to Snow White. It's not about dwarfs or some fourteen year old girl hooking up with some prince because she was poisoned by a jealous old broad.

Enjoy.

Prologue

Now Arthur was not a coward by far. No he was not.

However, there were things that even the great British Empire could not accomplish all on one try. For starters he could never finish the movie Titanic all in one go. That movie was far too long for his tastes and quite boring at some parts if he had to admit honestly. That, and America would not let him out of watching it until he finished it despite his protests that he was there when it happened. Something like that just seemed beyond him.

Another thing that Arthur could not accomplish was playing American football. America had invited him to play a harmless game with him and Arthur had mistaken "football" for what American's called soccer. It was an honest mistake, just a cultural misconception actually. He'd found out the hard way that he was no good at a game where very large men charged at him and were unafraid to hit him into the dirt despite the fact that he'd abandoned that blasted ball with various loud protests.

Yes, most things he could not accomplish after the first attempt were solely based on America; that daftly imbecilic American.

He supposed that was what left him where he was now with nothing more than painful fidgeting and nervous glances towards his door as if expecting said American to trounce in on him in some unforgivable act. Yes, it was something unforgivable that would surely have America despise him if he so chose to follow through with it.

Arthur pulled at his collar nervously with a frown set upon his face. No, he could do this. He…it wasn't so bad if he thoroughly tried to convince himself. Of course he hadn't dabbled much in the dark arts as he had been so previously inclined all those centuries ago, but still. It was the principle of the matter.

And that principle at the moment was America's inability to gauge a person's feelings. A person who was feeling very friendly. A person who was feeling very drawn to an ex-colony that he'd used to watch over only to be left with numerous shoe prints trampling over his crumpled heart. A person who was seriously considering doing something that he rejected with every fiber of his being even though Arthur knew it could only help steer his relationship with America in only positive and delightfully affectionate directions.

Arthur shook his head and opened a book that he'd ignored and let gather dust and cobwebs with on a bookshelf deep within his basement. He promised himself he wouldn't chicken out if he'd opened these doors. And considering that he was thumbing through crinkled pages, he had.

"Nothing major…I don't want to do anything major," the nervous Briton murmured to himself and anxiously worried at his lip. His eyes scanned the stained pages diligently looking for what he thought he'd written in there a long time ago.

You see, Arthur did still have some pride left. He was glad for that when he scurried away from specific writings that altered the target's personality or physically changed them in some way. Of course he liked America, but he didn't want any affection returned because of some hypnosis. That would just make him feel even more guilty than he did now when he'd finally found the page he'd been looking for.

His eyes squinted to read the print in the dim lighting before he exhaled wearily through his lips. Okay, he'd found it. No no no a million times no did he want to alter the almost painful situation he was in with his stomach feeling constantly full of jitters and America blissfully unaware of this. Arthur ran his fingers over the font and sighed.

He wanted to do this at his own pace, however, if a little help was added towards his side then he wouldn't protest. He would just use a lucky charm of some sort to help him gather the courage to take the first step to a more romantic road with America. This charm helped the target understand the person casting the charm's emotions. They would see the caster's emotions more clearly and hopefully be able to understand them better.

And if America could understand Arthur's feelings then he would be just dandy.

Unfortunately Arthur had never used this charm before and only thought of the outcome metaphorically. He'd never expected to wake up to six different faces that all resembled himself.

…Oh, he'd made a mistake, hadn't he?