It was hours after a G8 meeting and both the frog and that ingrate America had made fun of her throughout the whole thing. It wasn't enough that she was the only girl in the G8 but those two constantly pointed it out and made her seem less for it. She was proud that she was a girl and able to be successful without a man looming over her shoulder. She was the United Kingdom and she should deserve their respect. So she told them off and had gone to the nearest pub and drunk herself into her current state, drunk and babbling and ranting. The pub had cut her off and sent her home, even calling a cab for her since they knew this happened with some frequency. Now here she was at home and still angry beyond reason with the two men. Stumbling over to her bookshelf and browsing it quickly she pulls down a thick and worn tome and grabs her wand from its place in her occult cabinet.
Flipping through the book she finds what she is sure is a spell to make them both regret making fun of her for being a woman. She giggles insanely for a moment before settling down and beginning to chant. It doesn't take long for a glowing circle to appear around her, complete with arcane runes and script. Saying the final word of the spell causes the light of the circle to glow brighter and brighter before exploding and leaving a cloud of dust and smoke. Coughing slightly Elizabeth looks around to see if anything was damaged as the smoke clears. She stops when she notices that someone is sitting in her favorite plush reading chair. Through the remaining smoke she can tell it is a man, but not who exactly. As it clears further he begins to be more distinguishable. She can tell he is dressed elaborately and in an older style. On his head is a tri-cornered hat with plumes adorning it. He seems to have one leg swung over one arm of the chair and the opposite arm swung over the back of the chair. His coat is long and a deep red, the fastenings, gold set against black trim. When the smoke clears completely her eyes meet a pair as green as her own framed by blonde hair that matches her own in shade and shagginess, almost like looking into a mirror.
"Hello poppet." He smiles wickedly at her and suddenly his appearance clicks. This was her as a man. Specifically her from her pirating days.
Oh dear lord, what had she done.
About the time she figured this out and cursed her sorry drunken ass the alcohol in her system finally kicked in fully and she passed out right on her floor with a curious pirate looking on.
"Hmm, well perhaps I was a bit too much for the lass."
That being said the pirate took the time to look the girl over more thoroughly, soon reaching the same conclusion that she had.
"Well don't I make a pretty lass then."
Chuckling he picks her up and looks about.
"Same as me house. Which means..." Heading up the stairs he carries her right to her bedroom. Which, with a smirk, he realized must also be his room. He lays her on the bed before stripping himself of his coat, hat and arms and laying down beside her. He wraps an arm about her and lets himself drift off to sleep.
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The next morning finds Elizabeth waking slowly to a pounding headache and a comfortable weight about her waist. Not the least bit concerned about the weight she pushes it off before leaving the bed and stumbling to her bathroom. There she gropes about for the bottle of pain medicine she keeps there and grabs her water glass she keeps by the sink. Quickly taking the pills she closes her eyes as she tries to remember last night. There was something about a pirate but she couldn't remember what. Thinking about it hurt so she stripped out of her clothes and started up the shower. A nice hot shower would have her feeling herself in no time. She takes her time, enjoying the feel of the hot water rushing over her supple figure. When she is thoroughly clean and feeling the medicine kicking in fully she steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel.
From here she would normally go back into her bedroom and find a set of clothes to wear for the day before heading down for some tea. She made it as far as getting back to her room before she nearly dropped her towel in surprise at what awaited her.
There lying on her bed was her male pirate self from the night before. Suddenly it all came back to her. The spell, her anger, her drunken misguided use of magic. Really she should just lock the stuff up with a breathalyzer lock so she could only do magic when sober.
The pirate was propped up on one elbow, laying on his side and grinning at her like the Cheshire cat. He looked downright scandalous in a simple puffy shirt and tight black pants and his eyes smoldered as he stared at her in nothing but a towel. Finally realizing her lack of dress she lets out a slight screech before reaching for the nearest object and throwing it at him. It just so happened to be a vase of fake flowers she kept in the hall outside her door. The vase was right on target to make contact with the pirate's face when he reached up and caught it, not letting it break from the force of her throw.
"Now, now lass. Be that any way to treat a guest?"
"Guest! Guests don't sleep in a lady's bed, who they hardly know, no less, and then stare at them like some lecherous frog when they come back in little more than a wet rag!"
Elizabeth was huffing at this point and nearly missed the dark look flit across the pirate's face when she compared him to a frog. He had quickly gotten up and strode over to her with a strong purposeful gait. At his approach Elizabeth found herself backing up into the hall and then against the wall. Squeaking when her back was met by the obstacle and once again when the pirate hemmed her in by placing one hand on either side of her head and leaning down.
"What was that poppet? I could have sworn you just compared me to a Frenchman. Or was it some other kind of frog?"
Still startled, but not the type to just let someone loom over her like this, she sets her face into a stubborn glare and fixes her gaze on the pirate.
"I did. And you're no better than that bloody Francis otherwise you'd be a gentleman and leave me be to get dressed properly."
The pirate glares down at her and sees her hands trembling a bit as they clutch desperately at the towel wrapped about her. He grins wickedly at her after a moment and moves a hand to her shoulder, gently rubbing his thumb in a circle as he leans forward and whispers huskily into her ear.
"Now poppet, you can hardly blame me for wanting to stare when you're so enticing."
Elizabeth lets out a gasp as his hand begins to move lower, towards her breast. So in shock she can't bring herself to push him away.
Just as his hand is about to reach its mark there is a loud pounding coming from her front door followed by an obnoxious American accent calling through.
"Yo Lizzie, you awake! I thought we could hang out or something."
The pirate turns his attention from Elizabeth to the direction of the door, anger showing on his face at the interruption. Elizabeth just feels a surge of relief as she quickly ducks under the pirate's arms and makes for the stairs. She doesn't get far before the pirate is wrapping his arms about her and holding her in place against him.
"Now, now poppet. It wouldn't be very nice if your friend interfered in this." He whispered threateningly into her ear and held her tighter.
Elizabeth was beginning to panic. She struggled against the pirate's hold on her but he was just too strong.
The pounding at the door was slowing down. "Hey, Lizzie, you home?"
"Just a little longer and he'll leave. Then we can have some fun, eh poppet?"
That was too much for her and Elizabeth let loose an ear splitting scream.
"Alfred!"
The pirate was so caught off guard by the scream he didn't react right away, but it didn't take him long to recover. He quickly brought his hand up and covered her mouth to prevent further noises from escaping. He held her more tightly against himself as she struggled and kicked to be free of him.
Meanwhile outside Alfred had heard the scream and paused in his assault of the front door. Elizabeth never screamed at him like that. She had sounded scared, terrified even. Not thinking anymore on the matter he rushes the door and rams it with his shoulder, splintering it with the force and knocking it off its hinges and out of the frame. Once inside he hears a struggle from upstairs and hurriedly makes his way up. Reaching the hallway he sees red when he sees Elizabeth in only a towel fighting to be free of a man that is holding her trapped against himself. Not thinking twice he rushes forward and decks the man square on the jaw, sending him flying back and away from Elizabeth.
It doesn't take Elizabeth long to realize she was free and to scurry behind her savior, clutching to the towel wrapped around her like a lifeline.
"You fucking bastard, who the hell do you think you are?" Feeling Elizabeth shaking behind him he puffs himself up even larger to block her from the man now across the hall from them.
The pirate sits up and feels his jaw, checking to see if anything had broken before turning his gaze up towards Alfred. He sends him a smile that would have had Russia shaking in his boots had he seen it. "Well lad, I think I am Captain Arthur Kirkland of her Majesty's privateers as well as the British Empire. Though if those titles still apply, I'm not so sure."
Alfred just stares dumbstruck. Kirkland, as in Elizabeth Kirkland. And the British Empire, that meant... He looked Arthur over and saw the same resemblance the other two had noticed.
"So what you're like her brother? Why the hell were you attacking her then?"
"Hmm, I wouldn't say brother. And while we're on the subject why don't you just let me get back to what I was doing before you so rudely interrupted."
At Arthur's words and the look he attempted to get around Alfred to Elizabeth, the girl found herself clinging fearfully to Alfred's back. Alfred felt the death grip she had on his shirt and glared coldly at Arthur.
"I don't really think she wants anything like that so I'm just going to stay here and keep an eye on you." Alfred moves slightly, making his way towards Elizabeth's bedroom door. "Lizzie, why don't you go ahead and get dressed. I'll keep an eye on Arthur." He lets his voice soften a bit as he motions the girl into her room, his eyes never leaving Arthur. He still didn't quite understand what was going on here but like hell he'd leave the seemingly violent man alone with Elizabeth.
As soon as Elizabeth had gotten into her room, she closed and locked the door. She trusted Alfred to keep his word about making sure Arthur couldn't hurt her, but she still felt safer knowing the door was locked. Just in case he tried anything. She quickly grabbed some clothes and put them on before tying her hair up in pigtails to keep it out of her face. Once she proclaimed herself decent she unlocked her door and stepped out into the hall. It seemed that the two men hadn't moved from their positions, other than Arthur getting to his feet. She looked the pirate over once more and was relieved to see he was unarmed. It made sense, one wouldn't normally sleep with weapons on, so she assumed they were in her room.
"Let's head downstairs to the parlor and I'll make us some tea before I try and explain this."
She turns to go down the stairs, Alfred following after and Arthur not too much further back. They make it to the parlor and Elizabeth thought on how this is where it started. She looks at her reading chair and sighs.
"Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be right back with tea, and coffee for you Alfred. You still like it black, correct?"
"Yeah." Alfred stays standing as Elizabeth leaves for the kitchen and doesn't settle into a seat until Arthur has made himself comfortable in the reading chair.
"So lad, what nation be ye? I haven't seen ye 'bout afore."
Still rather confused by the other man's presence Alfred answers, "I'm America. Specifically the United States of America, but that's usually a bit of a mouthful for everyone."
It was now that Arthur was confused. At first he hadn't noticed all that much as different from where he had come from but now he realized something was very much off. The Americas he knew had no personification, not yet anyway, and for the personification to have matured this much. Just where was he anyway? "I, I see."
"Dude, you look totally wigged there for a moment, you alright?" Even if he didn't necessarily like the guy he was still a person and for some reason learning his nation name had made him look a bit off.
"I am fine."
"Ok. So where did you come from anyway?"
"He came from whatever spell I messed up last night and he's going back as soon as I can figure out how to get him back." Came the reply as Elizabeth came out with a tray and set it on the coffee table before handing out drinks.
"Spell? Come on Lizzie. Magic? Really? You don't really expect me to believe that do you? Where did he really come from? Have you been trying to clone yourself or something? Oh I know Kiku made you a robot right? I saw this once in an anime he showed me where people had computers shaped like people."
Alfred would have continued on but the glare Elizabeth was sending him made him pause.
"No you git. Last night I was so angry with you and Francis for always treating me like I can never do anything I went out and got sodding pissed as all hell. When I came home I somehow thought it would be just bloody brilliant to teach you two a lesson and pulled out a spell book and cast a spell I thought would make you two think twice about making fun of me. Instead I ended up with Captain Kirkland over there."
Arthur raised a brow at her explanation, frowning. So he had been summoned by magic to this time and place. He wondered if he could convince his other self to simply let him stay. If she wanted to show those louts just how strong the British Empire was then perhaps he could help her with that.
"Come on Lizzie. Magic doesn't exist. Its just a thing for fairy tales and story books."
"So the lad doesn't believe then?" Arthur gave a slight chuckle before standing and flicking his wrist with a few strange words. Before Elizabeth could do anything a glowing circle surrounded Alfred before engulfing him. When it faded Alfred was no longer sitting on the couch and his clothes were left in a pile. A bit of ruffling and medium sized feline head popped out and stared wide eyed at Arthur.
Elizabeth slowly moved over and removed the cat from Alfred's clothes and nearly dropped him when she realized it had to be Alfred himself.
"What did you do?"
"I'm simply showing him that magic is real. This is what you wanted right. To get the respect you deserve as the British Empire. No one should look down on us. We have all the power in the world."
"Change him back! Return him back to how he was or so help me!"
"Hmph!" Arthur crosses his arms and grins wickedly at her. "Or what, you can't really do anything to me and you very well know it. Not without hurting yourself anyway." At Elizabeth's continued glare he brings a hand up to his chin and looks thoughtful. "Though I could be persuaded to change him back if you let me have a bit of fun." His gaze turns lecherous and causes Elizabeth to hold Alfred to her more firmly while Alfred sent his meanest glare towards the pirate. Alfred lets out a feral growl, though it doesn't sound like much coming from a medium sized cat.
Elizabeth meanwhile is glaring at her twin while trying to think of a way out of this. The only thing she can think of that might fix this had her glare changing to a flush. It was stupid and childish, but it just might work. After all, all of those fairy tales had to be based on something, right. So maybe if she just... Trying not to think about it too much Elizabeth quickly brings Alfred up to face her and then quickly kisses him, holding it for a moment to make sure whatever magic was going to do its work would have the time to recognize what she was doing.
When Elizabeth had brought him up to face her, Alfred had been somewhat surprised and confused. When she had touched her lips to his he had let his eyes widen in shock before feeling a warm tingly sensation spread throughout his body. Suddenly he felt his arms reaching around the girl in front of him and deepening the kiss.
Elizabeth had jumped in surprise when she felt arms circle about her and the kiss deepen but didn't fight it. It felt oddly right to be like this with Alfred. And she knew it had to be Alfred.
It wasn't long before a cough interrupted the two and they sprang apart, suddenly remembering their audience.
"Well done poppet. Figured that out rather quickly didn't you? Shame it actually worked though. I was hoping to have a bit of fun with you before changing him back. But you know the rules and they're not so easily broken now are they?"
"You, you bloody fool! What were you thinking doing something like that?"
Before the two could get into an all out screaming match with one another Alfred let out a small squeak as he suddenly realized his clothes were still in a pile on the sofa and he was across the room from them. He used his hands to cover himself as the other two turned to face him before shuffling to move behind the nearest piece of furniture, which happened to be a chair.
"Eheh, Elizabeth, I don't suppose you could hand me my clothes so I can get dressed?"
Blushing madly Elizabeth grabs up his clothes and practically throws them at him before turning bodily away to give him privacy to change.
