"Ow… ow! It hurts!" Arthur complained.

France gave him comforting words as he stitches up the wounds and cuts. Bruising seemed to be all over his body. No doubt England had been working on a spell again which would explain his odd eyes and attitude.

"Almost done."

"Hurts, hurts, it always hurts!"

"Shh… there. Almost done. Lay down, mon cher and you should feel better soon."

Since England had been sitting in front of him looking at is blue yes. He blinked a few times and then leaned in and snuggled against him happily. Taken off guard France smiled and held him closer.

"Francis kiss me?"

"Uh… Mon cher you won't like that with this spell on you."

"Spell? I don't have any spells… Francis doesn't love me…" Arthur sobbed and cried into his chest. "It's because Arthur bothers him so much…! Oh I'm so sorry!"

Laughing awkwardly he pulled him close. "It's not that, Arthur. You need to rest."

"Can Arthur rest with blue eyes Francis?"

Smiling he nodded. "Of course, but mon cher my eyes have always been blue. Remember?"

When nothing happened he looked down and chuckled a little. The Englishman was a sleep. Picking him up he took him to a guest bedroom and laid him down. Covering the small body he folded his arms and thought about it.

Something was right about this situation. Well, he would just have to wait until the spell wore off and Arthur stated yelling and screaming at him.

"Ow… what the bloody hell happened?" England groaned as he sat up.

A minute ago he was enjoying some tea and read a book and now here was here in the middle of a forest. Standing up he looked around frowning. Walking a little ways away he saw a house. Oddly enough it looked like France's house.

Only this was didn't scream fashion and welcome. It looked gloomy and clearly said stay away. Walking up the stairs. The roses weren't blooming red but black. Frowning he knocked on the door and place his hands on his hips frowning.

The door opened. "What do you want? I told you go home!"

"Shut up you git! When do you talk to me like that anyway? What the bloody hell was I doing in your Garden?"

Obviously this France was taken by surprised and then looked him up and down, taking in his clothing. Stepping forward he looked closer. England didn't have Emerald eyes.

"Who are you?" France said harshly

"Who the bloody hell do you think frog?" Arthur yelled and then stopped. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Don't be stupid. My eyes are fine, the question is what is wrong with your eyes?"

"My eyes are perfectly fine, you wine bastard!"

Parallel France stopped and looked at the bag on his lover's shoulder. "Wait. What is that? A spell book? You idiot what are you doing with a spell book? You can't even read you idiot!"

"Of course I can you wanker and I happen to be great at spells, lest you forget!"

Suddenly something dodged out of the bushes and knocked them over. Arthur struggled to his feet and then was knocked over again and the book was ripped form his bag. Something fell on him covering him. Looking up at France who had strange dark orange eyes he almost shoved him off when he heard laughing.

"Stop! You had your fun, now leave!"

Arthur tried to see who was laughing hard and it sounded like two voices. Whoever was threw a smoke bomb their way and they left still laughing like it was something so funny they couldn't believe it. Shoving the other man off of him Arthur stood up.

"They stole my book!"

"Stop! You not the England I know… I can tell your something different and if you want to get your book back then you'll have to come with me to see a friend.

"Wait who the hell took my book?"

"Alfred and Matthew… You sure mess up big time, Arthur. Those two might kill you next time if their in a good mood.

"What?"

"Ah, so I was right… your from a Parallel world. Well, then… welcome to hell."

To sakaOUO: thank you so much!

To 1silentmouse: what indeed! I have no idea as of yet

To OreoPandas: Yes they will! :D

To love-for-bakas: Here went to 'Wonderland' ;D