UK-Cest / UKxUSxUK fanfic.

Plot: Arthur meets his Pirate self due to a magic spell mix up. Alfred gets caught up in the middle of it all. Sex and other themes involved.

"England" and "Arthur" is Modern!UK

"Artie" and "Kirkland" is Pirate!UK

Chapter 1: The Spell.

Based at the bottom of his house, Arthur stood before a large cauldron. His emerald eyes scanned over a heavy book on a podium, opened as far it as it could. His hands rested above the smoke and heat.

"I command thee to bring back what was once mine….!" He yelled. A flash, followed by a bang, echoed through the room quickly. England took a step back, placing his hands down on his hands. Suddenly, a quick, throbbing pain hit his chest. A gasp escaped his lips as he knelt to the ground, clutching the fabric of his vest. His eyes squinted shut as the pain got worse, throbbing through out his whole body.

"Aargh! W-What's happening! I thought I preformed the spell right!" The Briton groaned, falling to his side and curling up in a ball, whining and whimpering loudly.

Meanwhile, back where the magic was happening - literately - a figure rose up and out of the cauldron. It took a heavy step out of the iron bowl and onto the concrete floor. His breath was shallow as the night's wind. Another few steps echoed through the room until the figure came to a complete stop.

Arthur tilted his head up, trying to open his eyes. All he saw was the outline. "Who….are you?" He mumbled, falling unconscious from the pain. The other laughed, kneeling down next to him and whispered in his ear, "It's me, Artie. Miss me?"

Artie was also known as Captain Kirkland. The only one he even allowed to call him 'Artie" was his modern self. The reason why is, Arthur would always manage to call Artie back when he tried to perform a certain spell. And that spell was preformed just a few moments ago.

Kirkland couldn't leave his modern self there to freeze on the floor. No matter how much he wanted too. Gently, he wrapped an arm under his body, sliding the other under his legs and pulled him close to his soaken body. As he started to stand, he pulled Arthur even closer to him, holding him in a bridal-like fashion to make sure he wouldn't fall.

He knew the layout of the house very well - almost too well. A few steps down the hallway, up a flight of stairs, another few steps to the left, and there was Arthur's room. His bed was properly made, as usual. Kirkland laid Arthur down onto the bed so he was laying like he normally would - vertical to the headboard.

"Clothes are wet again. At least I have a change here." He chuckled to himself, stripping off everything he had on. He walked over to one of the draws in his room, grabbing a pair of boxers and a long tee-shirt that America once owned. Arthur had a small bathroom connected to his room, so Artie decided to make use of it and take a shower, cleaning himself off as best as he could.

A half hour later, he stepped out and wiped himself down, throwing on his clothing quickly before walking back over to the bed. A small smile pressed to his face as he saw Arthur fast asleep, still curled up in a ball. 'How cute.' He thought, walking over to the other side and sliding in right next to him. His arm wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Arthur let out a small groan in his sleep, but he didn't move. Artie soon feel asleep against England, that smile still against his face.