Okay! So this is really my first Multi-chapter story, I hope everyone likes it. C: Hetalia doesn't belong to me, yadda yadda, you all know the drill. xD Enjoy~

Arthur Kirkland sat in his parlor, sipping his usual Earl Grey tea and enjoying the quiet of the regular English morning.

"Yo! Iggy~ I'm here for a visit, let me in!"

Scratch that quiet note.

"For the love of god…Yes, yes I'm coming…" He sighed and set down his tea reluctantly, knowing full well that he probably would NOT be finishing it whilst still nice and hot. He padded out of the parlor and unlocked the door, glaring at full force at the American grinning on his doorstep.

"Plannin' on letting me in, Iggy?" He smiled down at his ex-mentor.

"Not if you plan on being this damn annoying the whole time you're here, and why might I ask, ARE you here for?" Arthur sighed and opened up the door fully so that his former charge could come in, sending him a small glare as he tromped in with his muddy boots still on. "Would you PLEASE remember to take off your damn shoes before entering my house, America?" He kicked the others shoes before walking off towards the parlor again and motioning for Alfred to do the same.

"So, pray tell, what did you come here for?" Arthur sat in the only chair in the room, a less than amused expression on his face.

"I need you to make a curse for me to put on the soldiers of the opposing army~!" Alfred smiled and gave thumbs up, as if that made anything he just said make sense.

"What." Arthur's expression deadpanned. Was Alfred REALLY asking that?

"Well…..y'see…I haven't had any luck with stuff and I kinda want to see what'll happen…OH! And Can I watch? I wanna see the awesome poof and smoke n' stuff." He smiled normally (for once) and tilted his head, much like a dog.

Arthur couldn't help it. A smile crawled onto his lips and he sighed with exasperation. "Fine. But I still find it rather odd that you're asking me to make a potion, especially when you don't even believe in this so called "Crap"." Arthur got up and walked towards a door on the other side of the bookcase covering most of the west wall.

Since when had it been there?

Alfred followed without a peep, even when the door was opened to reveal a rather creepy and possibly haunted looking staircase.

Alfred couldn't help but wonder how many people might've died on the same stairs he was walking down. It totally didn't make him shiver. Hero's aren't afraid of anything. Not fear at all.

As they descended the walled spiral staircase, each step forward Alfred could swear he saw more strange colors. "Whoa."

They took one final turn and walked into the cool basement. In the middle of the room a large cauldron sat in a crevice in the floor, its contents radiating a rainbow of swirls and colors around the room. On each wall was a table covered with papers and/or assorted things. Some of which looked rather odd…

"So what kind of curse where you thinking of, America?" Arthur had his hand on his hip and a smirk that Alfred hadn't seen him wear before. He had to admit, it looked rather cute.

"Ur…! I mean an awesome one." Alfred said rather lamely.

Arthur looked at him for a moment before sighing and turning around, looking through some papers. "Well….then I'll just think of one." Alfred cursed himself in his head for sounding so stupid and instead of standing around like an idiot; he walked over to the odd mixture. He peeked into the cauldron and watched the colors swirl for a moment before waving at Arthur. "Hey! Arty, what is this?"

Arthur turned around, but his eyes widened at the sight of Alfred so close to the potion. "Ah- D-don't mess with that!" He set down his things and pushed Alfred away with an angry flush settling on his face. He set him against a wall and made him sit down. "Now stay here, and for the love of the Queen DON'T BLOODY TOUCH ANYTHING!" He wagged his finger at the American much like a chastising mother before returning to the papers he'd been looking at before.

'Well this sucks…still, I wonder what's in the pot. Maybe it's some kinda drug?... No. Arthur isn't nearly cool enough for that.' Alfred sat with his musings and stared off into space for awhile.

Arthur looked through the papers until he found his Alchemy book. "Really, I do need to add these papers to the book…" He sighed and opened the book, looking through it for any kind of curse he thought America would like.

Page 362 – Turning your opponent into an animal

Page 436 – Making your Opponent unable to harm you or others

Those two were ones that Arthur himself thought would be fine, but he knew that Alfred, if he saw the book, would much rather like the ones including explosions. Looking quietly towards his companion, he wrote down the spell from Page 362 and hid the book again under a pile of papers. 'At least this one is temporary. If I made them unable to harm others, they would be conquered easily.' Arthur walked over to one of the other tables and picked up several items. Cat's tears, Dragon fur, Fairy skin. Things of the like. Once he gathered all of the ingredients, he walked over to the cauldron. It wasn't exactly a potion per say, it was the beginnings of one. All potions started basically the same way, but with this added element they always seemed to be stronger. Arthur set the ingredients down and looked over at Alfred, who seemed to have awoken from his daze.

"Oh…..You starting now? Already?" Alfred got up and walked over, looking at the things Arthur had gathered. Even though he was the one who was asking Arthur to make a potion…he seriously doubted the outcome of it. "Yes I am 'starting now'. Now could you please move back, I do believe that you are standing on the rune for Earth, and I doubt she would be very happy if her spirit found out. Back up to that line, would you?" He pointed to a scribbled line on the floor and the one that Alfred had been stepping on.

"Whoa, okay…I can still watch, right?" Alfred sat behind the line and watched even without the consent of his elder. "Well, even If I were to tell you not to, you would anyways I assume…" Arthur grumbled as he grabbed up the spell again. He set it on a small end table that was modeled around part of the cauldron and read the words inscribed.

"I invoke thee, O' Spirit of the wilds. Lend me thine power and release it upon my enemies, instill it upon them and let your power be known! I give you the first item…" He emptied three droplets of cat tears into the mixture, hearing the astounded "Whoa!" As the room suddenly turned bright as daylight. The runes inscribed around the cauldron shone with power, small tendrils of the light starting to crawl from the floor. 'That's…different.' Arthur thought, looking over the spell again. It read exactly as he had done so far. 'Hmm…' Arthur read the section again, this time giving the second item. Dragon Fur. The room turned dark again, darker then before. The tendrils grew larger, swirling around Arthur's feet, causing him to jump slightly. This was most definitely NOT right… "Alfred…I can't continue this spell." Arthur looked over at his counterpart, hoping that for ONCE in his life he could read the damned atmosphere.

No such luck.

"Aw! But why? I was just starting to actually believe in this stuff! ~" He smiled and pointed at the cauldron.

Arthur bit his lower lip and looked at the spell yet again. A knot was forming in his stomach, yelling at him to stop before something happened. But Alfred still wanted the curse and Knot-be-damned if Arthur wasn't going to be a man and finish the curse. He sighed and began to read the final Inscription out loud. "With these items I beseech thee, spite mine enemies with the force that they so deserve!" He emptied the Fairy skin into the mixture with a grimace, hoping with every fiber of his being that he wouldn't cease to exist in that moment.

Alfred watched in amazement and horror as his mentor was engulfed into a large explosion of smoke. Alfred had seen the expression of fear on his ex-Mentor's face as he looked over at him for help. "A-Arthur?"