Hello everyone! Sorry for the relatively late update today. Busy day. Anyways, here's the next drabble. It's a UsUk one this time! Enjoy! Make sure to leave ship suggestions in my comments. And review! It keeps me writing! ~Cheylock

Under My Spell: a America x England drabble

"Stupid git…" Arthur muttered as he went down into his basement. Alfred had once again made a comment at a "meeting", which in reality was just a party, that his magic wasn't actually real. That it was just him "losing his mind" because he was just "a crazy old man now". He'd show him. He was too magic.

He got down to the basement and immediately started pawing through his stacks of spell books. No…no…no… He had books on everything from transfiguration to black magic to herbology (though he didn't use that one much). But he was looking for one in particular right now. Ah... he thought to himself as he finally found it. It was his introduction to potions book that he'd gotten when he was first starting out. Most of it was utter nonsense, but there was one thing that wasn't. That was the reason he'd been looking for this particular book.

A love potion.

According to the book, it lasted approximately twenty-four hours, and it was to be ingested orally. He already knew how he'd do that. Tomorrow was a world meeting, and Alfred always brought a soda with him. He'd just slip it in his drink. Easy.

He lit the fire under his large cauldron in the middle of the room and began to put various ingredients into the pot. Lilac root, essence of rose, sunflower oil, pumpkin seeds, a splash of red wine, the list just kept going. All the while, he was muttering an incantation as he stirred the ingredients. It was scarily similar to the one the three witches muttered in Macbeth: "Double double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble."

After an hour, the painstakingly put together potion was done and stopped up in one of his vials. He put the vial in his briefcase and smirked. Let's see how skeptical he is when he's under my spell.

The time had finally come. Arthur had been seated next to Alfred for the duration of the meeting and it was finally their break time. Alfred had his back turned and, while he did, Arthur quickly unscrewed the cap of his Coca Cola and poured the potion in. He screwed it back on and looked down at paperwork as Alfred turned back around. What the American didn't see was the smirk that lay on his lips.

Sure, Arthur had a crush on Alfred. Big whoop. It didn't change the fact that he also found him loud, annoying, childish, and infuriating. So to see him change all of that for twenty four hours was going to be fairly entertaining.

Alfred turned around from where he had been having a conversation with Francis to grab his soda. He took a swig and put it back down, then returned to his conversation.

Come on…come on, kick in already! Arthur thought to himself. It had now been fifteen minutes since he'd taken a drink, and he was starting to get antsy. Why was it taking so long? Was it a dud?

"l'Amerique? Are you alright?" Francis asked, rather concerned. What Arthur didn't see was that Alfred's iris' had changed color from the blue they normally were to a bright pink, then back to blue.

"Fine, dude. Why would you even ask that?" he asked, a little confused. He felt totally fine.

"No reason…" he said softly, glancing over at Arthur with a roll of his eyes. God, not this again. Arthur had spiked Alfred's drink with something, though he didn't know what, and now whatever it was was going to make some really weird things happen. Great.

Alfred turned in the general direction that Francis was looking, only to be struck hard in the chest with a feeling he never knew he'd felt. Love. Deep, deep love for…ARTHUR?! Okay, that can't be right. But it was. He was all of a sudden in love with the Brit, and he needed to make it known to him. For some reason…he just wanted to be close to him, and he couldn't do that if Arthur didn't know. "Arthur, can I talk with you out in the hall?" he asked, getting up.

Arthur couldn't help but smirk a little at his handiwork. He knew exactly where this was going, and he was more than happy to ride it out. "Of course," he said, getting up as well and allowing Alfred to lead him outside the conference room into the barren hallway. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

Alfred blushed and looked down at his feet. "I…um…well…god, I don't even know how to say this…" he said softly. "I've never actually said this to anyone before."

Arthur felt a slight pang of guilt in his heart for that, but he pushed it down with the knowledge that the potion didn't create love out of nothing. It just elaborated on love that was already there. "What is it, Alfred?" he asked gently, moving a little closer to him.

Alfred felt his heartbeat pick up, beating out a samba against his ribcage. "Well…um…I think I'm in love with you," he said shyly, still avoiding the man's gaze as he did so.

Arthur didn't say a word. Instead, he just leaned over and gently kissed him.

Alfred didn't recoil. He didn't push him away, as Arthur half expected him to. Instead, he kissed back tenderly.

"I love you too…"

The words were out of Arthur's mouth before he realized he'd said them, and he blushed dark when he realized he had. He didn't take them back, however. They were true, after all.

Alfred smiled and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling against his neck.

Who says I'm not magic? Arthur thought to himself as he snuggled into his chest.

Okay, this one is kinda cruddy compared to some of my others, but I thought it turned out kinda cute. Review please!