Arthur growled as he stomped into his home, ignoring his parents' greetings and questions, threw his book bag onto the ground, its insides spilling all over the hall way's wooden floors. He shoved a wadded piece of notebook paper into his black sweatshirt's pocket then he pushed the hood over his pale blonde hair. He swung the basement door open and descended the creaky steps into the dust smelling cellar. He sighed as his sneakers smacked against the dull gray floor. His parents had always questioned why he had requested this of all places to be his room, but the teenager had insisted on residing in a tiny, unfinished basement.
The Brit walked towards one of his many bookcases and carefully examined every book before smiling deviously and grasping a thick leather bound one. He fell to a sitting position on the floor as he leafed through the yellow parchment for several minutes before finally finding the desired chapter. Curses... He copied the book's exact directions. First, he retrieved the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and smoothed in out and a scowl twisted his features as he reread the scribbly handwriting that was scrawled upon the striped page that had been previously taped onto his back all day long before Alfred had pointed in out to him. Hi! I'm Arthur Kirkland and my fairies and unicorns are my only friends because I'm a creepy loser! "That damn Spanish wanker!" Arthur growled as he pulled his rug off the ground baring his secret chalk pentagram that covered the majority of the floor of the tiny, dreary cellar.
Fuming, he began to gather all of the necessary supplies the curse would need. Five candles, a lighter, poppy seeds, anise seeds, and a knife. He dropped the gathered items at the start of the pentagram and began to work on the spell. Arthur flinched as he grasped the knife and pricked his finger, blood immediately swelling at the tip and splattering onto the floor. Biting his lip, he began to trace the chalk outline with the fresh scarlet. He smiled when he finished the worst part of the spell and carried on with the easy stuff. He carefully placed each candle at the five points of the bloody star. He flicked his lighter on and lit each candle, first sprinkling the anise seeds to enhance his own power, and then the poppy seeds which was said to cause relationships to be plagued with chaos. "Just a bit of that to make it worse for the idiot. He'll learn to never mess with me again." Arthur smirked as he sat in the center of the pentagram and read the spell carefully.
"For you who have wronged me
You're punishment shan't be easy
For my friends now share my wrath
And will plague discord upon your path
Your sickness may seem at first a mere dreg
But when you want mercy, I will watch you beg."
As he recited the spell the brownish red pentagram surrounding him began to glow a pale pink. He began to rip up the fringed paper into fifths placing the pieces into the flame of each flickering candle. The flames consumed the striped paper, and when they did the pentagram shined incredibly bright, blinding his vision for the second it swirled around him. About a moment later the light disappeared and left the room completely still. Arthur looked around in shock, but was quickly snapped out of his happy trance when he heard footsteps echo off of the steps. He quickly blew out all of the candles, threw them and the knife under his bed, shoved the bloody finger in his mouth, and stared up at the staircase expectantly.
He sighed in relief as Alfred appeared, who was wearing a very disgusted look on his face. "Dude? Is that blood? Artie, I think you're taking this magic thing to far," he said with his loud voice. Arthur slapped his forehead as he realized he had forgotten to cover up the pentagram. He rushed and retrieved his rug and placed is over the large star. "Shut up, Alfred! If my parents hear you I'm dead!" Arthur hissed under his breath at the dirty blonde approaching him.
Alfred didn't fuel the Brit's snap into an argument as he usually did. Instead he picked up the scowling, jade eyed man and set him gently onto the bed. Arthur blushed furiously as the other straddled his waist with a mischievous grin slapped onto his face. "Alf-" A deep kiss interrupted his words though. When Alfred broke it off he began to dig in the pockets of his leather jacket, pulling out a chain with a giant ring dangling on it.
"Here Artie, I want you to wear this, kay?"
"But isn't that your class ring? Then everyone will know that you're with me."
"I know. I don't like us being a secret Artie." He gave a small peck to smaller man's lips. "I love you."
Arthur gave a small smile while his cheeks heated up. "I-I love you too, Alfie," he murmured as he slipped the necklace over his head. Alfred kissed him again, tongues dancing with one another.
In this blissful moment Arthur forgot all about his spell on Antonio. The Brit didn't even notice that on the back of the fringed piece of paper was the math homework of Ludwig...cursing him as well.