Hello there my wonderful readers! Prepare for strangeness and voids and magicks and oops I said too much. Anyway, have the mandatory stuff.

Pairings: USUK and knowing me, I'm probably gonna sneak some PruCan in here. OH and there's also gonna be (*is drugged and dragged away before spoiler*)

Warnings: I don't think there's any swearing in this one but I don't feel like rereading it at the moment (I'm tired, don't blame me).

Disclaimer: Yeah I totally own Hetalia. That's why I'm writing a FANfiction.

Arthur Kirkland. England. Iggy. The United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland. Simply Britain, or U.K. Whatever you call him, he was down in his basement, working on his newest potions. He had started them months ago and they were almost finished. It was an intricate process that had to be done very caref- BANG!

"Yo Artie!" Oh good. His boyfriend was home. Sighing, he tried to wipe off the mix of potions that had spilled on himself, but to no avail. All of his hard work, gone. He stumbled upstairs, not paying attention to where he was walking, and tripped on the top step, tumbling out of the basement and landing face-first at the feet of his wonderfully arrogant boyfriend. The man who was so egotistically self-dubbed as "the hero". Alfred F. Jones bursted out laughing at the embarrassed Brit as said Brit lifted himself up to his feet, dusting himself off.

"You git! You could have helped me up."

Trying to calm himself, Alfred replied with, "Sorry dude, but that was hilarious!" Being his regular, tsundere self, Arthur stalked off to the couch. "You could be a little more considerate, Alfred." Alfred plopped down onto the couch next to him. "Nah."

"Why must you always do this?" Being his regular, unable to read the atmosphere self, Alfred asked, "Do what?"

Arthur sighed. "I ask you to please be considerate of my work. Then you come barging into the house and made me spill." He gestured to the stains on his normally exceptionally clean sweater vest (it had somehow seeped through his cloak). 0In response, Alfred slung his arm over the couch, above Arthur's shoulders. "Pfft. You can't blame other people because you dropped your colorful water."

Spluttering, Arthur grabbed Alfred's arm off of the couch behind him and threw it at him, spitting out, "It is not colourful water! They are magic potions that can be extremely dangerous if mixed incorrectly!" Pouting, Alfred leaned back into the couch. "Potato, potatoh. It's all stupid anyway. Like that squirrel that you think is always flying around. We get it old man, you're going senile."

Needless to say, Arthur was quite offended. He jumped up and stood in front of Alfred. "Flying Mint Bunny is neither stupid nor a squirrel, and he is very real! And I am not going senile and I am not that old! Magic is real, you just don't believe!" Following his boyfriend's example, Alfred stood up as well. "Look dude, I was just making a joke, but if you're going to get all defensive-"

"I am not being defensive. How else am I supposed to respond when you are blatantly making fun of things that I love?"

Alfred stood to his full height so he was now towering over the smaller nation. "I'm the hero! You just can't stand my totally heroic way of humor!"

Arthur shook his head. "You arrogant, little- how was that heroic in any way?"

Ignoring the question, he fired back. "So now I'm arrogant? Well, you're uptight!"

"You're an egotistical brat who has no consideration for anyone but yourself!"

"Your cooking is the most horrible thing that has ever existed!"

"Your obsession with hamburgers is unhealthy and you're getting fat!"

"You spend all of your time talking to imaginary friends because no one else will!"

"You are seemingly too dense and idiotic to ever read the atmosphere or comprehend anything!"

"You can't do anything right seeing as how almost every single one of your colonies left you!"

"I wish I gave you to France!"

There was a long moment of dead silence as both parties present took the time to let the last statement sink in. Hurt flashed across Alfred's expression before it was quickly replaced by an unreadable one. He stormed out, muttering "I'm gonna stay at Mattie's place." and slamming the door on his way out. Tired from the whole ordeal, Arthur went to bed, barely registering that Alfred had been talking about his twin brother, and failed to notice a number of things. These being that the entire world had slightly shifted, his house suddenly looked different, and the stains on his clothes were slightly glowing ominously.

I apologize for this being so short! I could've added some stuff to this chapter but I felt like 1) this was a good way to stop; 2) the part I wanted to add would fit so much better in a new chapter; and 3) this is kinda a prologue thing so it's fine, right? But I'll try to make other chapters longer!

I hope I did that argument between them correctly this time. I looked at my rough draft and that argument basically went "Hey I want food." "You never cared about me!" so...yeah.

Anyway, I'll try to update regularly but I procrastinate (not gonna lie), sorry! In fact, this story itself has been procrastinated for so long. Sorry for my friend who I'm writing this for! When'd she tell me this plot idea? November? Whoops it's February. I won't procrastinate this much again, I (will try to) promise!

I also have sooo many plot bunnies swirling in my head. They wouldn't stop bothering me so I outlined an entire plot complete with intricate backstories in the span of half an hour so the plot bunnies would leave me. But that was only one of them. There are others. They are ganging up on me. Please help.