Black, a thick and outstanding colour. It crawled across Arthur's hair like an oily monster. The emerald eyes that he usually held melted into a dark, yet dull, red. It was completely different from his normal expressive eyes that brightened in anger and happiness and darkened in sadness and gloom. This dull red-eyed and black haired boy that smiled at him like the most happiest person in the world was nothing like Arthur. His eyebrows had considerably thin too.

Needless to say, Alfred was shocked out of his mind. He froze at the door leading to his garden, staring at a happy-go-lucky Arthur that completely contradicted his usual persona. But Alfred couldn't ignore the devilish twinkle that had appeared in the dull red depths of Arthur's eyes.

"A-Artie?" The American choked out. "Artie? Oh nonono... I'm," He paused. "My name is Oliver Kirkland," 'Oliver' smiled. "Well, I've kept the last name, I can do this 'Artie' guy that much," He chuckled. "By the way, you're 'Alfred' right?" The man in question could only nod numbly. Oliver raised an eyebrow at this. "It's no fun to talk to you," The red-eyed boy frowned. "Ah! I have an idea... Let me cook for you!" He giggled excitedly. "I'm quite good at cooking, you know," The boy got up and dusted himself off although he was fairly soaked.

He skipped past Alfred, swinging his arms about as he headed to the kitchen. "Hey Alfie - Is it alright if I call you Alfie? - What food would you like?" Alfred stumbled into the kitchen and mumbled a quiet 'Anything'. Oliver smiled, it was like sugar and honey melted into a face and it absolutely sickened Alfred.

The black haired male began cooking. His movements were swift, fluid and expertly executed whereas Arthur would stand and ponder with hand on hip over what ingredient would come next and how to install it in the food. This man was definitely not the thick-browed blond Alfred lived with.

It wasn't long before the food was done and Alfred soon had a plate with one hamburger put on top of it. Inwardly, Alfred was complaining about the quantity of the food but he paid no heed to his inner complaints. He didn't pay any mind to the fact that the preparation of the meal took unusually long for one measly hamburger. He didn't even mind the fact that Oliver had gone out of the kitchen a few times. No, everything was fine and the burger looked deliciously enticing.

Alfred picked it up and placed it firmly in front of his face before taking a bite out of it. At first, it was great. The taste of the hamburger was amazing. It roamed over his taste buds.

Alfred swallowed but immediately began to regret it. As the food reached his stomach it felt like it had randomly dried up and turned into a strange powder. Alfred coughed. He coughed uncontrollably and soon, black power-smoke was coming out of his nose and mouth. It tasted disgustingly bitter but he continued to cough it out and the powder never stopped coming.

Oliver held out a vial of clear liquid in front of Alfred. "This liquid is the cure to your misfortune," The Englishman smiled sweetly. The American couldn't answer as he wheezed and coughed out powder-smoke. His eyes stung and his vision blurred with unshed tears. To add to that, his glasses had no long become clear as the powder stuck to it like clingfilm. He reached out to grab the vial and Oliver, feeling sympathy, reached for Alfred's head, tipped it back and poured the liquid into the large wheezing and coughing figure.

Alfred's head tipped back to face the smirking Oliver but red eyes stared at red eyes. "Art- W-What the fuck!? Oliver!? WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ARTIE!?" A furious glare met his question. "I could ask you the same thing, Freddie," The older man sighed. "Damn! I was going to take Artie this ti-" Freddie was quickly interrupted. "And soil my body!? I think not, sir," Both parties scowled and glared at each other.

"Let me have my fun, Freddie-bear," Oliver whined. Freddie rolled his eyes and glared. "What? And poison my body to the point where I can no longer pin Artie down? Not in your lifetime Ollie," The brown-haired one ran a hand through his hair in frustration

"So, what now?"

I decided to end the chapter here. The reviews made me smile so I decided to make a little gift for those who reviewed.

Four stiff figures sat around a large circular wooden table. Freddie was glaring. Oliver was smirking. Arthur was glaring. Alfred was glaring.

Arthur glared at Oliver and Freddie (despite his fear of the latter). Alfred glared at Freddie and Oliver. Freddie glared at Oliver and Alfred. But Oliver would just smirk at everyone.

"I have an idea~" The shrill voice of a ghoul rang out, startling the four out of their glare-at-those-you-hate state. "Let us play... Truth, dare or die!"

"Oliver, how about you go first?" The shrill voice suggested. Oliver grinned. "I'd be happy to!" The man jumped to his feet and pointed at Alfred. "You! Truth, dare or die!" He bellowed. Alfred fiddled with his bomber jacket nervously. "D-Dare?" A meek voice emitted from him. "Alright! What a fun lad you are indeed..." His red eyes took on a malicious gleam. "I dare you to... Eat this lovely scone!" Oliver held out a normal-looking scone. Alfred knew better than to eat it but it was a dare...

The scone skidded across the wooden table to Alfred. Shutting his eyes, he took a bite.

Seconds later, Alfred was dressed in a very revealing bumblebee outfit. Oliver whistled. "Nice legs, Alfie!" He chuckled. "Save some honey for me later!~" He sang. Arthur stared, gaping like a fish, at Alfred. He was shocked out of his stupor after Alfred began to blush furiously. "You see, I tested Artie's magic with a few of my special ingredients and I, as you see, was blessed with wonderful results!"

Freddie refused to look in Alfred's direction. "Freddie~ It's your turn my lovely~" Oliver sang, briefly imitating a fairy. "Heh, mine's easy..." A devilish gleam appeared in his red depths. "Artie... Truth, dare or die!"

Arthur glared at Freddie for calling him 'Artie'. "Dare," The Englishman said confidentally. "I dare you to eat the exact same scone Oliver gave Alfred," Freddie smirked. Arthur hesitantly grabbed the already-bitten scone sitting on the table and bit it. The effects, of course, remained the same but Arthur was dressed in ab incredibly tight leather catwoman suit, matched with kitty ears on his head, of course.

I'll end my first little gift here. 2p!Arthur's colours generally follow the colour wheel opposites.

I do not own Hetalia.