I don't own Hetalia.
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Arthur was perfectly happy to call himself an idiot in as many languages as he could, get drunk, and fall asleep when he got home, and he would have done just that if that stupid French fey hadn't showed up on his doorstep, begging to come inside.
Arthur was going to turn him away. Yep, no reason to loose his eyes for some random fey slave...
Then why was the blonde fey sitting on his couch drinking tea.
Arthur sat across from him, swearing at himself in his head. "What do you want?"
The fey gave a humorless chuckle. "I simply want you to finish what you started."
Before Arthur could say a word he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled up, revealing more thorns.
Arthur wrinkled his nose in disgust. The plants were woven together to form a harness that looked way to much like a BDSM harness for Arthur to be comfortable with.
Arthur looked the creature in the eye, sighed, and reached into his bag, pulling out the shears and a gardening glove.
"Merci," he whispered, getting a bit still whenever the blade came close to his skin.
Arthur nodded. "No problem. Mind if I ask you your name?"
"Je ne suis pas. My Master called me Rose Red."
Arthur looked up. "Like the fairy tale. 'Snow White and Rose Red'."
Rose Red nodded, tears in his eyes. "My Snow White managed to get the Master to let her go many years ago. Now that I have my freedom I desire to look for mon fleur, but I don't know where to start."
Arthur slipped the glove and shears back into his back. "You used to be human, right?"
"Oui. Now I know not what I am."
Arthur stood and went over to the bookcase. "We call people like you 'changelings'."
Rose Red followed him with his blue eyes. "Who is 'we'?"
The Englishman started going through the books. "Everyone who can See. We formed this underground society. You know, for help, comfort. It's not easy Seeing."
Rose Red's eyes lit up. "Then do you know the Kirdlands?"
Arthur turned sharply. "How do you them?"
"A Japanese man told me one of them lived near here, and that he would find me, but it's been months..."
Arthur groaned. "Kiku."
"You know him?"
Arthur walked over and sat across from the changeling. "A kitsune. He doesn't age so every fifteen years or so my cousin has to make him new papers, and every time he finds a member of the other side that needs help he sends them our way. My name's Arthur Kirkland, and I specialize in ritual magic, journalism and recording, and dealing with the Fey."
Rose Red gasped and grabbed his hand, pulling it close to his face. "Please mon ami I need you help."
Arthur pulled his hand back and pulled up his right sleeve. "Well that is the magic words."
On the inside of his arm a red rose bloomed.
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Ha! I now know what I'm going to do with this. Please read and review.
