Chapter 3: Morning after

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, blinking.

"What the hell happened," Arthur muttered bringing his hand to his now throbbing head rubbing his eyes. He twisted one way then the other cracking his back, and stretched his sleepy arms out slowly sitting up in his bed. He did not know how he had gotten to his bed, or for that matter what had happened the previous night. All he remembered in his drunken haze is some one pissing him off then he completely blacked out for the rest of the night. He grabbed his head again as he felt the throbbing start again. Arthur felt sore all over not from the drinking, he knew that something was wrong. He did not get this exhausted from just drinking. He felt like he had done something last night. But he did not know what yet but he had a pretty good feeling there was magic involved or he would not have been as sore as he was.

He looked around his room to get a grasp on what had happened or some clues of what happened. The slightly hungover Arthur noticed that his vision was still blurred, as it should not have been, he searched for his extra pair of glasses. He always had an extra pair if there were any vision side effects of the spells he used or tried to use but failed. So it really was a spell that had gone wrong he thought. Arthur had a hunch when he woke up that a spell had gone wrong but he did not really want to admit it to himself, stretching again putting the pair of glasses on. Soon when what ever had happened started wearing off his visions will come back; however, until then he had to wear these bloody annoying glasses he thought getting out of bed and looking around for his clean clothing. There was going to be a G8 meeting later that day and he did not want to look like he had a hangover since he was a gentleman after all he wanted to look presentable. The slightly annoyed Brit wanted to find out what happened to him as soon as possible.

At this point he was still wearing his union jack shirt with the jeans that he had worn the previous day but something was not fitting right. At that moment his eyes widened quickly becoming in to a kill-you-to-death glare as realization occurred,

"ALLISTOR FUCKING KIRKLAND! What the FUCKING BLOODY HELL did you do to me you BLOODY IDIOTIC GIT!" yelled the furious Brit whipping around and tearing out of the room running to Allistor who was waiting.

Allistor and James had woken up earlier that morning wanting to see Arthur's reaction first hand.

"Hey is that stupid head Arthur up yet," yawned Peter Kirkland as he strolled in from his room to the entrance of the hall rubbing his eyes. He came back also late that night but it was Tino and Berwald who brought him back sleeping soundly.

"No, trust me, you'll know exactly when he is up," smirked Allistor glancing at his blond haired brother. "You'll defiantly know." He said again nodding.

"What did you do to him Allistor? You didn't trick him did you, you big jerk," he said as he ran to the Brit's room to see the damage. At that very instant a large noise came from Arthur's room. Peter was almost smacked square in the face by the swinging door as Arthur ran out in a white blinding rage. Then Peter with his sea blue eyes gawked at what he saw. Arthur noticing this simotaliously stopped and stared angrily at Peter as he called for the others.

"Arthur… Allistor, James… this … what… how?" Peter stared stammering as Allistor and James strolled down the hall as the twins hearing the ruckus came out of their room to see that was going on. All 5 brothers stared at Arthur some with shocked looks; others, Allistor and James, trying the hardest to look surprised.

"What in the fucking bloody hell is every one staring at!" demanded Arthur turning a bright shade of red.