Summary: After a phone call from Francis, Arthur decides to put a horrible curse on him! Meanwhile, Alfred is flying to London to confess his love for Arthur! In the middle of Arthur's incantation, Alfred bursts into the room, causing him to ruin the spell. The spell backfires on Artie and now he's furious with him. Will this ruin Alfred's chances of being with Arthur? Or will it increase them?

Chapter 1: The Cause of all the Madness

A certain Englishman woke up to the sounds of rain pounding on his bedroom window. Arthur stayed in his bed for a while to hear the relaxing sounds of the rain. Since it usually rained in his beloved country, he was used to the idea of staying inside and reading while drinking a nice cup of tea or watching Doctor Who on the 'telly'. He got out of his warm bed and, quickly, put his robe on. He walked to his bathroom and turned on the shower. Once he adjusted it perfectly, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His spiky, bright blond hair was messier than usual and he had bags under his pure, emerald-green eyes.

'That's what I get for giving myself a good wanking,' he thought as he entered his shower. Once the warm water hit his body, he remembered his fantasy from last night. Him and Alfred were making love together. Yes, the Alfred F. Jones. The personification of the United States of America. His former colony. His ally and best friend. He was slightly disgusted with himself for thinking of Alfred like that because he took care of him and was, basically, a father to him. He thought about Alfred's eyes and how they, almost, matched the sky in their color. How his hair was the color of golden grain. How perfectly sculpted his body was. How every time he smiled at Arthur, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Arthur realized he had been washing his hair for the past 10 minutes. He finished his shower and got out. He toweled himself off, before he put his robe on. He walked back to his room and put on a pair of brown slacks. He put on his white button down shirt with matching green sweater vest. Once he was done trying to fix his hair, he walked out of his room and went to the table.

"Good Morning, Master Kirkland," said one of the maids.

"Good Morning, Linda. How are you this morning?" Arthur smiled. Linda was a plump, old woman. She always managed to get everything done right and on time. She had always been his favorite.

She giggled. "Just wonderful, Master Kirkland. What would you like for breakfast? The usual?"

He thought for a moment. "No, today I think, I'll just have cup of tea."

She looked at him worried. "Yes, sir. Are you feeling ill?"

He smiled at her, warmly. "No, Linda, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry."

"All right, sir. I'll have your tea in a few minutes," she said as she hurried out of the room. Arthur's mind began to wonder, again, to the american. He wondered what Alfred's eyes would look like, once they were filled with lust. He blushed at the image that had popped in his head. In Arthur's mind, Alfred had put his back on the table and began attacking his neck. He imagined him whispering things like, "You belong to me Arthur, no one else" and "I'll leave marks all over your body, just to make sure you get the message." Slowly, Alfred's hand was slipping into his pants, about to grab his-

RING RING...RING RING. Arthur raised a larger than normal eyebrow, out of confusion. "Who the hell could be calling me?" Arthur said to himself as he walked to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Bonjour, Mon Cheri!" said a thick french accent over the phone.

Arthur's semi-hard erection had now gone soft at the sound of the Frenchman's voice. "What do you want, you bloody frog?"

"Ohonhonhonhon~! I was just checking on my petit Anglais," Francis responded, casually.

"Don't you have anyone else to bother? Antonio? Feliciano? Gilbert? Anyone that isn't me?" he said, anxiously.

"What's wrong, Angleterre? Were you thinking of a certain country? Maybe one that thinks he's 'The Hero'?" Arthur felt his face heat up.

"Wh-What are you t-t-talking about, you wanking pervert?"

The 'Frog' chuckled. "Ohonhonhonhon~ you know exactly what I am talking about. Were you touching yourself, while thinking of Amérique pounding your cute, little ass with his-"

"Shut up, you twit! I wasn't thinking of Alfred! Or anyone, for that matter!" The blush on the Brit was getting worse by the moment.

The Frenchman began the to laugh uncontrollably. Before Francis could say anything else, Arthur hung up the phone and went to his basement. "I'll teach that french nancy to mess with me! I wonder..." The room was quite dusty, having not used it for quite some time. The basement was his spell room. He had all his spell books, potions, ingredients, and cursed charms in there. He pulled out a certain book and began to flip through the pages until he found the right one. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

"Yes," he chuckled, "This one is perfect."

The sounds of traffic coming through an open window, woke up Alfred. He lied in his bed, trying to remember his dream. All he could remember was that it was about him and Arthur Kirkland. Finally, he gave up and looked for his glasses. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, put them on, and looked at his watch.

'5:00? What the fuck? How did that happen?' he thought to himself. He sat up and looked at his crotch. His member was fully erected and leaking with pre-cum. He blushed as the memories of his dream came to mind. At first, he thought about just jerking off and getting it over with, but something made him stop. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't want to touch himself at all. He went to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. When he finished, he put on a pair of black boxers with a pair of denim jeans. He put on a plain white t-shirt and put on a jean jacket. The jacket consisted of his favorite bands, from AC/DC to Incubus and Perfect Circle to Korn. He stepped out of his condo into the amazingly, busy streets of Los Angeles. The warm, smoggy air made him forget all of his worries, such as that he had to go back to Washington D.C. in just a few days.

He stepped on to the sidewalk and began walking. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he did know that all he wanted was to think. As he walked, he thought about the handsome Brit. How his pure green eyes can pierce your heart and soul. How his rare, bright smile could brighten even the worse of Alfred's days. He thought about how Arthur didn't smile as much as he did when Alfred was a colony. Alfred would do anything to see Arthur smile like he did when he was little, but he wasn't sure if Arthur would allow him. He wasn't even sure if he could make Arthur smile. He missed the way things used to be, but he knew things couldn't go back that way. There were too many problems now a days. Too many possible wars and too many fights in the conference room that the public would never know about.

The truth of the matter is, no matter how hard you try to make peace, somewhere else you've started a war. The only way to be allies with everyone is to be a neutral country and never get into wars between major countries. If a country invades your territory, you have a choice of either letting them pass or beating the shit out of them. In short, you must become Switzerland.

He reached his favorite restaurant. A waiter took him to a tiny table for one, than ran off to get Alfred's coffee. While waiting for his coffee, he continued his thoughts about his beloved. Alfred has loved Arthur since before the Revolutionary War. In fact, one of the major reasons he demanded his independence was that he didn't want Arthur to see him as a little brother, anymore. It hurt him so much to say such horrible things to him. The sight of Arthur on his knees, crying in the rain, almost killed him. And now, after all these years, he still hasn't confessed his love! He needed help. He needed advise. He needed someone who has experience with confessing their love. He needed Matthew, his brother. He pulled out his phone and texted him.

Alfred: Yo, Mattie! Need ya, bro!

Matthew: Wat's up?

Alfred: Where u at?

Matthew: In Cali, im on vacation. wat's upp?

Alfred: SWEET! meet me at my place! i'll explain then!

Matthew: O_o uh okay?

After Alfred finished his coffee, he went to the front and paid his bill. He ran outside of the restaurant and looked around, as if to see if Arthur was around. Once he remembered that he was in England and no business being in the U.S.A., Alfred ran to his condo, even though he was only a little more than a block away.

"A HERO IS NEVER LATE FOR HIS GUESTS!"

He got to his home in under 20 minutes. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was a text from Mattie.

Matthew: Which house am i goin to?

Alfred realized he forgot to tell Mattie he was in L.A. and felt his face heat up slightly.

Alfred: L.a. bro! get here pronto!1 ASAP!

Matthew: im comin im comin! omfg jst wait!

Alfred chuckled. He loved keeping his brother in the dark about certain things. Such as, his love for Arthur. He didn't even tell his brother that he was bisexual till just a few years ago. He told Arthur before he told Mattie. That was when Alfred found out that Arthur was openly gay and that he had always been gay, except during his pirate days. He smiled to himself as he remembered 'Iggy' blushing like crazy once came out to him. He thought it was so cute, how he began stuttering kept calling him a 'wanker' and all those other funny British insults. Alfred sighed and walked to his couch.

"And now, I wait."