A/N: Um so this is the first fanfiction I've ever written… I don't expect much to come from it but I still hope you like it. Thanks for reading it!
"Matthew… Are you sure you want me to do this?" Arthur asked looking a little nervous "I mean I know I can do it… but if something were to go wrong… I don't think I could forgive myself…" Matthew sighed "Arthur, for the last time I'm positive I want you to do this for me… please." Arthur's gaze flickered around the room, looking anywhere except at Matthew's pouting face. When he did make the mistake of looking at him, he thought he felt his heart break into a million pieces. "Alright, alright." Arthur finally said "I'll do it just please stop looking at me like that lad." Matthew perked up and nodded his head vigorously. "Now just give me a minute lad, while I find that book…"
A few minutes later Arthur came up the stairs from his basement carrying a rather large, dusty old book. He flipped through the pages until he seemingly found what he was looking for. "Alright then lad, if you're sure you want to do this, then stand back a little and I'll start the process." Matthew eagerly walked back a few paces and waited for Arthur. The Briton held the book in his arms, bringing the hood of his cloak over his head, then, e began murmuring some kind of… hymn? Matthew honestly had no idea what he was saying but he suddenly felt a tingling sensation start at his feet that ran slowly up to his head and then back down again. There was a black magic circle under his feet and his hair was blowing upwards as if an imaginary wind was blowing up from the ground. All of a sudden it all stopped. Was it over? Did it work? Matthew certainly didn't feel any different... Then his vision started to blur and the last thing he saw was Arthur looking down at him with a worried expression, saying something he couldn't understand.
When Matthew awoke, he immediately started to panic. 'Where am I?' Then he slowly started to calm down when memories of what had happened previously slowly started to flood back into his brain. Matthew sat up slowly, rubbing his head and looking around before deciding that this must be England's room. He didn't bother to look around much further and instead, he hopped out of the bed in search of the English man. "Arthur!" He called out while descending the stairs. "Oh, Matthew, I'm in the kitchen making tea." was the reply he got. Hurrying into the kitchen he grabbed the English mans shoulder, spinning him around so they were face to face "Arthur! Did it work?! Am I more noticeable now?!" After Arthur steadied himself from Matthew's aggressiveness, he stared at the boys face, trying to see if anything looked different, and, indeed there was something different about the Canadian but he couldn't place it… Until he started to feel heat building in his abdomen… Oh no… He had messed up… badly…
Matthew stared at the man, not understanding why the Brit was blushing so profoundly. "Arthur? What's the matter?" Alfred stared into those violet eyes for another moment before shaking his head and staring down at his shoes. "Matthew, lad, I think I messed up my magic…" Arthur mumbled "I think… I have made you more… attractive and desirable so everyone will want to b-bed you now instead of noticing you the w-way you wanted… Let me check what the book says…" He quickly hurried into the living room, leaving a shocked Canadian behind.
Arthur hummed after reading everything about the spell he had used. "I can't believe you messed up so badly, twat…" he said to himself before clearing his throat and walking back into the kitchen. "Matthew, my dear boy, it would seem that I have done just as I said… There is no way to reverse this magic. The spell I used was designed for women who wanted to have an… intimate… relationship with a male that they were close to. Seeing as how I cast it on you, every male that you have ever thought about being in… compromising positions with… will now become unbearably attracted to you… seeing as how I can't reverse such magic, the only way to get rid of it, is to either allow every single one of them to bed you or to start a real and intimate relationship with someone. That being said, you should probably do something quickly, seeing as how we have a world meeting tomorrow. I am terribly sorry this happened lad." Arthur finished his explanation with a bright blush staining his cheeks. Matthew sat there in silence, trying to process what all of this meant. Once it all clicked into place, Matthew's vision began to swim for the second time that day. He fell to the floor with a loud thump and slipped into unconsciousness.
After carrying Canada back up to his bedroom, Arthur went back downstairs to make a new cup of tea, since the previous one was now cold. He sighed and dumped the tea into the sink, slowly rinsing the cup out. 'Don't think about him. Don't think about him. DO NOT think about him damn it!' Arthur thought repeatedly. Apparently Matthew had had his fair share of dirty thoughts about Arthur because Arthur couldn't stop thinking about Matthew. 'I wonder who else is feeling this way right now…'
…oOo…
Somewhere in France – Mon Dieu… Mathieu…
Somewhere in America- Oh my god! Mattie's my brother! I can't think like that!
Somewhere in Russia- kolkolkolkol this is… interesting… comrade Matvey…
Somewhere in Germany- I know birdie's awesome… but this is… not awesome…
…oOo..
Matthew awoke the same way he did last time this happened, once again immediately jumping out of bed, but this time, not in search of Arthur; instead he was looking for alcohol. Any kind would do at this point. He went to the fridge and pulled out the rum he found, along with some orange juice, intent on making a few screwdrivers but unfortunately, Arthur decided to come in at that point and take away the rum and start downing it straight from the bottle. "A-Arthur? Are you ok?" Arthur turned a deadly glare towards the boy, "No I am not "ok" you prat! I've been fantasizing about my son for the past 3 hours!" Arthur froze for a second and then sighed. "Sorry about that lad. This is just hard for me to deal with." "Ah… it's ok Arthur… really." Matthew said with a small smile. "Matthew…" Arthur said slowly "I think you should leave now, or at least soon, before I end up jumping you." Matthew would have been upset if the circumstances were different but Arthur was right. He needed to come up with a plan to survive this anyways.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters