# Just A Spell (Engmano-ArthurxAlicexLovinoxChiara) #

I don't know. Don't question me. They're OOC and I'm tired.

It should be quite short with the chapters (three or four, maybe an omake), but this is my work for the Easter break and it may will contain a foursome. ;) Double Engmano! Bad language and all kinds of smut, dear readers! And for a crack pairing, too! Naughty~

With fem!Romano's name, I use Lovina sometimes, but I wanted it as her different Nyotalia name, so Chiara it is!

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"The fuck is this shit, Arthur?!"

Amused green eyes studied him as Arthur Kirkland fixed the moderately-sized stack of papers with a decisive shuffle and folded his hands over it. He had been doing work for his country in his study, but this was far more interesting than any work could be. Never in his life had he ever managed to get a spell so wrong, and yet so right at the same time. He glanced away for a second to look at the time. Hm. He had time to resolve this, or at least fix it a little, before afternoon tea. This would work well enough.

"Hey, bastardo, are you listening?!"

"Of course I am, Lovino."

"Then would you like to explain why the fuck our girl versions are standing behind me?!"

"Speak for yourself, git. I stand wherever I want," Alice said in a bland tone, moving Lovino aside, although not roughly, to walk over to a large bookshelf. She stood for a few moments, studying the books behind the frames of her glasses. Arthur's eyes were drawn to his female counterpart for a time as she tucked a strand of gold hair behind her ear neatly and pulled out a novel, flipping it open to scan it lightly as she sat on an armchair comfortably, looking very at home.

Then his gaze turned back to Lovino. He could see the Italian's female counterpart almost hiding behind him, and realised mildly that this was the first time it had happened to the girl. Alice was accustomed to this situation, seen as both Brits managed to make mistakes on their magic on a regular basis. He didn't even know what the girl's name was, come to think of it. Had she met her own male form previously? It was probable, seen as she seemed to think he was the safest place in the study.

"A spell," he said finally, to his own Italian.

Lovino glared at him, quite obviously unhappy with this turn of events, and Arthur took a moment to enjoy the pout on the other's face. He had his share of bad moods, sure, but Lovino's were quite cute and he had quite the good time wiping that pout off of the Italian's face. He mulled this over for a few minutes, stuck in his own mindset so much that he didn't notice the brunette he was daydreaming about stalk forward to smack him on the head.

"Ouch! What the bloody hell was that for?!"

"Bastard! Fix it now!"

"I can't."

"You...can't?"

"Well...no. Not right now. I need time."

"How long?"

"Three weeks at the least."

"But...but..."

"Even with my help, Arthur?"

He glanced at Alice, who had looked up from her book calmly. "With your help, it might be shortened to two. Maybe one if we're lucky."

The British girl nodded, seemingly satisfied with this, and went back to the book she was reading. Alice Kirkland was used to this type of thing, so she was the least of Arthur's worries right now. Not that anyone who was him would be annoying anyway. His biggest problem right now, he thought with faint dread, was his lover, Lovino Vargas, and perhaps his own female counterpart. He stifled a groan. As if one of them wasn't enough already. Sure, he loved the Italian to bits, but he could only deal with so many insults for so long.

Speaking of...

He glanced back up at Lovino, who had lost interest in yelling at him for now in favour of going back to where the other version of Southern Italy stood. And finally got a look at the girl. Sure, he'd considered talking to her before, but Alice had warned that they were the same in both dimensions and highly sceptical of magic and the like. Or more they just hated the uncertainty that came with it. Arthur broke off from his thoughts immediately as he caught the first glance of the girl, and had to struggle not to let his jaw drop to the floor.

The girl was stunning. Soft brown hair, curled at the ends, rested gently on her shoulders as she looked up at Lovino, her expression drawn but showing a small amount of distress. Her uniform was in a shade of olive-green, and it was...quite short and showed off her sizeable assets. Arthur wondered faintly if she could bend over in that outfit, and then reprimanded himself. Now was not the time to be perverse, he was a gentleman. Wide eyes, that same shade of green that was gold and brown at all the same time, were fixed on Lovino as she muttered something to him in Italian. The girl balanced on rather delicate-looking red heels, which apparently matched the headband of the same colour.

He watched as Lovino kissed her forehead lightly in a comforting gesture and both of them went bright red and looked away, and resisted the urge to laugh. Instead he turned his attention to the more menial things at hand that had turned up because of this...situation. First he would take care of his feminine companion, not that she particularly needed to be shown around or anything, seen as she was used to English mansions and the like.

"Alice, do you wish to stay in a guest room?"

"...yes. I will attend to that shortly. Thank you for having me in your house."

"You're welcome. What's mine is yours, after all."

"Bastard, hey...uh..."

"Yes, Lovino?"

"What about Chiara?"

Chiara, eh? It was unusual...but quite beautiful. It suited her well. Just as Lovino suited the male half of the equation. Both were rare but somehow it just fitted into their character more than it would with your average person. Arthur wasn't sure whether it was to do with their countries or not, as to what the attraction was. It was simply them, he decided after a moment.

"She may stay wherever she likes. I assume she'd rather stay with you, but seen as you're staying with me a lot lately, she may as well stay in a guest room as well."

Both Lovino and Arthur avoided the well-known fact that usually during the night the Italian man would end up in the Brit's bed, whether to simply sleep or for other activities. That road of conversation could come later, after they'd settled a little more. Arthur was still unsure as to whether their female counterparts were as...involved as Lovino and himself were. Otherwise it night raise some uncomfortable questions.

Chiara turned uncertain eyes on Arthur and looked him over for a minute, apparently deciding what to say to the man. She looked rather unsure of herself, which was understandable seen as she had been dragged into another dimension against her will, after all. The Brit himself waited patiently, expecting some kind of thank you or show of appreciation as the girl seemed to inwardly steel herself. Lovino glanced away, his eyes sliding to where Alice was sitting.

"This..." She began, and Arthur was immediately entranced by her accent.

"This is all your fault, man-tea bastard!"