A/N
Woop woop! Over 2,000 words! I could dance i'm so happy! This is the longest chapter i've ever wrote! XD Thanks to eveyone who has read, faved, ect!
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.


Chapter 2: Enter the Frenchman

'Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep, bee-'

Arthur slammed his hand on his alarm clock, trying to think what on earth possessed him to set an alarm for the weekend. He stayed lying in bed for a little bit, just staring blankly at the ceiling. That was, until his alarm beep again.

'Beep-beep, beep-be-'

"Ah! Fine you wanker!" He shouted at the inanimate object before unplugging it. Then he unwillingly got out of bed to stretch. As he stretched he saw the magic book on his bedside table and glared again. He was still very annoyed with the book; he seems to have a thing for hating non-living objects. With a yawn he went to the bathroom and took a nice, long shower. After his shower he dried himself off, got changed into his usual attire, black trousers, green vest, white shirt and tie and looked at the mirror in his bedroom. He looked at his scruffy hair and gave it a half-hearted brush, not really caring about it too much. Then he stared irritably at his eyebrows; another example of a failed magic attempt, a little while back they were big but not that noticeable and after a spell he used to try to help they turned even darker and slightly thicker! Alfred even had the bloody cheek to ask if he dyed them! 'The sodding wanker…' He cursed at the memory.

But then his stomach made a noise, which snapped him out of his tragic memories, to let him know that it was time to eat. Arthur skipped merrily down the stairs at the thought of tea, humming God Save the Queen as he went.

Upon hearing a quiet 'meow' he turned round to find Rascal loyally following him. Chuckling he picked up Rascal and carried him through to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and got his little friend a saucer of milk. Rascal lapped happily at the milk and meowed in appreciation. The Englishman smiled and made himself a cup of tea… which was followed by another… and another… and another until he was satisfied. Now, the next task was to actually eat something. 'Hmmm… what to have… I know! Scones would do nicely, but… they take a little while to do… wait, I think I have a spell for that…' He leaned over the kitchen counter and grabbed a thick, black leather bound book and flipped it open. The piece of paper he was looking for fell out of the book and onto the table. Carefully he read the paper and followed the directions accordingly; first he drew a circle containing a star and intricate patterns with flour, then he put all the ingredients he would use for scones in the centre of the star. Arthur smirked to himself as he reached the final step; to recite the spell. He breathed out calmly and prepared himself.

"Doof, suoirolg doof!
Tnod erac tahw ti skool ekil,
Denrub!
Enodrednu!
Edurc!"

The room grew dark, despite the light from the windows, and little bubbles of blue light rose from the floor. The orbs surrounded him and floated in the air. Their light glowed against the darkness and a humming sound could be heard.

"Esaelp evig em emos senocs,
Tahw I tndluow evig rof emos fo taht,
Lacigam doof!"

The bubbles of light flashed. The flash was only there for a split second, but in that split second something must have happened because now in that magic circle stood a plate with fifteen scones on it!

"Yes!" He shouted in glee. The Brit took one of the scones but scowled at it once he got a good look at it. 'How come even when I use magic my cooking still comes out wrong!' Sighing he went and ate them anyway, pulling out a chair for him to sit on.

He was on his third scone when a little fairy flew down and sat on his shoulder. The fairy had short, slightly spiked light brown hair and his eyes were a mix of green and blue. He wore a pair of white trousers and a short sleeved white top. His wings had delicate sliver patterns and let off a silvery light.

"Hey Arthur, how are you?"

"Hello Alston. I'm just fine thank you, how are you?" He greeted the fairy cheerfully. Alston was actually Arthur's own personal fairy; everyone had them and they were always suited to the human they were attached to.

"I guess I can't complain" He said with a slight chuckle. "Oh, are those scones you have there?" It was really a wonder that anyone could identify what was on Arthur's plate but that must be due to him being Arthur's fairy.

"Yes, would you like some?"

"Of course I would!" The blonde smiled and broke off some of a scone for Alston. To humans it was just an oversized crumb but to a fairy it was a whole meal. He flew to the table to sit cross legged. Arthur gave him his food which he began to munch on greedily.

"So" chomp "what have you" chomp "been up to?" Alston asked between each bite. Arthur shook his head in a disapproving manner.

"Nothing much, but I did recently get a new magic book"

"Oh cool!" chomp "Have you" chomp "used it yet?" chomp.

"Well, I've tried one spell… but it appears that it was just a load of rubbish" He sighed as disappointment washed over him again. Alston nodded and gulped down the last of the, so called, scone.

"That's too bad… hey; maybe you could take the book back to the shop?"

"Hmm…" Arthur pondered upon this for a moment. It did make sense. He might also be able to get his money back and buy something else, something that wasn't useless. "You know what, I might just do that! Great idea Alston" He got up from his chair and stretched his arms quickly.

Alston smiled and flew up into the air so he was eye level with Arthur. "Hahaha you're welcome Arthur. Well, thanks for the food but I think I should go, see you later~!" He called while he flew out of an open window. Arthur waved goodbye.

"Yes, yes, bye for now" Once the fairy was out of sight he retrieved the book from his room, put his shoes and coat on and grabbed his wallet just in case. All he needed then were his keys… 'Where did I put them again? Oh bloody hell… it looks like I'm going to have to use the charm again' A while ago Arthur found a useful charm to put on objects that get lost easily and he thought of nothing better than his keys to use it on. He stood still with his arm outstretched and hand open.

"Come here now, you bloody keys!" He called out. A second past and a gentle whoosh was heard as the keys flew into Arthur's palm. He grasped at them and grinned. 'At least some spells are working' He thought to himself.

.~* Time Skip *~.

Arthur stormed irritably away from the shop's window. He couldn't believe it was closed! On a Saturday! "Bloody ridiculous…" He cursed under his breath. He continued walking away in his foul mood until the scent of tea reached his nose and he instantly relaxed. Turning around he walked into the little café that he just passed by and ordered an Earl Grey to go. He resumed his walk home when he stopped for a moment outside the park. 'Hmm… maybe I could stay here for a while; it would make this trip worth something at least' The Englishman nodded and walked through the iron gateway.

He sat down on the first bench he found and leaned his head back to look at the sky. It was beautiful, to say the least. For once it wasn't clothed in dark clouds, nor was it angry with lightning. It was a calming and peaceful blue with the sun shining proudly in its rightful place. Then he looked at the trees and their leaves; what a contrast they were, against the tranquil cerulean sky. The dark brown of the bark and the fiery colours of the leaves mixed together perfectly. The reds, the oranges, the yellows and even the browns almost glowed. The wind, cold and bitter, blew and carried some of the fallen leaves along with it as it rustled Arthur's short hair. The leaves caught in the draught moved together as if in a perfectly choreographed dance; the colours swirled in the air until the wind died down and they drifted to the floor, waiting for their next ball to begin. His green eyes watch the scene play out and a smile crept onto his lips.

Another gust of wind came, but this time it was stronger and it stirred a lot more leaves. They rose higher almost blocked his vision from what was in front of him. Instinctively he closed his eyes in fear that the foliage might get his eyes and damage them. The wind stopped and he felt safe to look at his surrounding once again. But, something was… odd. The bench across from him now had someone sitting on it.

'Was that man there before?' He wondered, tightening his grip on the polystyrene cup filled with tea. The man in question had a massive wad of paper on his lap and was scribbling away at it. Arthur observed him carefully; he saw that the man was concentrating very hard on whatever he was doing by the elegant furrowed brows that rested on his forehead. A few strands of his long, golden hair, which was at shoulder length, slide in front of his face and he swept it aside behind his ear. His navy V-neck hung loosely over his torso and showed a little of his chest, Arthur noted with a blush, his black trousers fitted snugly and showed the shape of his legs nicely and his black blazer was comfortably worn to bring the whole outfit together. The long haired blond continued to work, but then he paused and glanced up at Arthur. Beautiful blue sapphire met exquisite emerald as their eyes locked. The Brit froze and blushed even more under the man's gaze. The blued eyed man then returned to the page and frantically began jotting again. After a couple of minutes he smiled triumphantly, stood and made his way over to Arthur. The latter felt his heart beat faster as the man approached him. It seemed like hours but the stranger finally was stood right in front of Arthur.

"Y-Yes…?" He questioned, not having the courage to look at the other man in the eye.

"Désolé, but I saw you sitting here and I just had to draw you" He spoke, with his voice thickly coated with a French accent, as he held out a piece of paper. Arthur looked at the taller blond quickly before he looked at the picture. And indeed there was a drawing of him, sitting there, starring off to space, holding his tea. He couldn't help but gasp slightly at the Frenchman's talent; it was almost scary how he managed to capture a moment so perfectly with just pencil.

"Wow… did you do that just now sir?"

"Oui, and my name is Francis Bonnefoy by the way."

"Oh, right um, my name is… A-Arthur Kirkland" 'Did I just forget my own name?! Come on Arthur, keep together now, for the love of God!'

Francis smiled kindly and sat next to Arthur. "Very nice to meet you Arthur" He held his hand out which Arthur timidly took and shook it. The way he said his name made excited shivers run up and down Arthur's spine, but he was not sure yet if he liked the sensation.

"You too… Francis"

"It was very fun drawing you…"

"Oh, that's… good to know"

"… maybe the next time you could be wearing a little less ~"

Arthur was caught very much off guard and wasn't able to let out a proper response. All he was capable of was to make a small chocking sound, call Francis a 'frog' and stand abruptly up. Just as he was about to run as fast as he could Francis held onto his wrist and said reassuringly,

"Wait Arthur, désolé, it was just a joke. Please don't run away, I want to ask you something"

The smaller blond gulped and sat back down, nervously looking at Francis. "So… what is it that you want?"

"Well, you see I only arrived here a few hours ago and I don't know my way around and I was hoping you could direct me?"

"Ok then, where do you want to go?"

"I was meant to meet my cousin and his boyfriend at a library somewhere near here but in the process of trying to find it I got completely and utterly lost"

"Library huh? Ok then, f-follow me…" 'Damn it, I'm still tripping over my words!'

"D'accord, let me just get my suit case…" He quickly jogged over to the other bench and grabbed his luggage. He smiled and said he was ready to go and off they went, with Arthur completely forgetting the tea he left sitting on the bench.


A/N
I hope that everyone likes the chapter. And I hope that you guys do find the funny parts funny :) I tried really hard on this chapter so please review and tell me what you think. Also you can correct me if there are any mistakes, I don't bite :3 Thanks very much for reading and I hope to see you all on the next chapter.

Translations:
Désolé = Sorry
Oui = Yes
D'accord = Okay