(i do not own these characters, i do not own Hetalia, i dont own anytihng, just simply a writer making a fanfiction with her favorite characters from Hetalia)

Chapter 1: Cursing

"You know what," said a man stumbling in to his own house. It was quite late out and the man was fairly drunk, slurring most of the words coming out of his mouth as he rickashade and stumbled off walls in his home.

"I'm going to curse his bloody ass. Yah cause I'm the United BLOODY Kingdom. He will regret the day he pissed me off. Yah he will pay. Bloody git," muttered the emerald eyed man under his breath stumbling and tripping over to a book case and started, with blurred vision to search for a specific book. He was about 21. His name, Arthur Kirkland.

He sifted though the books leaning heavily against the bookshelf filled with different books; his messy sandy blond hair fell in his face.

Arthur had forgotten that his brothers were home that day and not out doing something like they usually do. He had 5 brothers: Scottish, Welsh, Sealandish, and two twins from different parts of Ireland (North Ireland and Ireland).

"Arthur your home… Its a little…" the voice trailed off as Allistor, Arthur's auburn haired brother, strolled in to the room.

"Go away you idiotic git you, can't you see that I'm trying to find a bloody inflict a curse upon someone here?" The drunk Arthur replied slurring most of the words so it was not very understandable. The other Kirkland could understand drunken slurred language of his brother though.

Allistor smirked. He knew when any of the 6 Kirkland brothers, with the exception of Peter who doesn't drink, drank themselves to this extent not even with any type of excellent persuasion could not stop a raging Kirkland from doing something stupid.

Allistor was leaning against the doorframe his head slightly cocked to one side leaning against the doorframe he was wearing his blue button up plaid shirt, a black tank-top underneath with some white pants. He knew it was bad for him but he still smoked his cigar letting curls of smoke wafting from the tip. Allistor was much taller than his little brother Arthur and had lighter green eyes than he did with short mess bright auburn hair that he now brushed out of his face with his black gloved hand.

He was evilly grinning about thought of a plan formulating in his Scottish brain. He knew very well when Arthur cursed when he was drunk it had a very high present of backfiring upon himself and the Scot did not want to let this opportunity of revenge slip from his grasp again.

It had been April fools day a couple of days ago and Arthur played a trick on him, and accidentally James, with slipping some love potion in Francis' drink. The whole day the bloody Frenchy would not leave them alone. He wanted revenge desperately and it was time.

"Dear Atrie, I have the perfect spell for you to cast. It is pretty nasty, just let me go find the book. Now just make that summoning circle and prepare and I'll be right back," he said taking a puff from his cigar as threw a piece of chalk for Arthur to use. If Arthur was not drunk he would have been very supposes but in this drunken state he thought nothing of it. The drunk Brit fell down to his knees with chalk after picking it up and started drawing.

The red haired Scot went into the room that he shared with the Welsh, James. He looked though the collection of spell books that he had obtained over the years. He had wanted revenge desperately and it was time but he thought to himself "what would be good enough for the drunken idiot brother of mine?"

"Hey Allistor," said a voice from behind him. It was James Kirkland, he had the same but slightly darker emerald green eyes all the brothers shared in different shades, with the exception of Peter who had blue eyes, and he also had the noticeably thicker eyebrows. He had much blonder hair than Arthur and Peter.

A little red dragon, Scarlet, was curled around his neck sitting there watching what happened from his perch, smoke curled out of it's nostrils and it breathed out. Allistor did not know why James took that dragon around every where especially in the house sometimes it got to smoky with him creating his own smoke with the dragons. Some times the dragon seemed to stare into his soul when anyone looked at it with its one bright green eye and the other ice white one giving all of the brothers the shivers. James also fed it dead mice that their cat caught which were in Allistor opinion discussing.

"Oh, James I'm looking for a good spell to backfire on our drunken Brit in the other room. You know for the April fools incident," Allistor replied as both stuttered remembering what had happened.

"Well how bad do you want it?" James asked, leafing though a random book he had just picked up to help look. It was old like most of the ones in their family passed done from their mother Britannia. This particular one was a blue book with some golden ruins scribed on it.

They could read and understand the ruins not like any one else. It was a gift that some of the Kirkland's shared. Only Arthur, Allistor, and James could fully understand them. The Irish twins with Peter were too young to be able to read much less know what they were doing to perform the spells, potions, or what ever else was in the books. So they kept them out of site until they needed to pass on the knowledge, which to the others minds never going to happen especially to the immature Peter.

"Because," he continued, "I know a good one that might just be considered over the top, if it is not done with extreme care." Both locked eyes and Allistor smirked,

"What do you have in mind?"