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Arthur dropped the final ingredient into the simmering clear potion. The lock of blond hair fell from his palm and disappeared with a soft plop.

"Finally, America, you'll see." he muttered to himself as he heaved the pot off of the flame and set it down on the cool stone floor of his basement. He then went upstairs and grabbed the old-looking phone off of its hook. He dialed, and waited for someone to pick up.


Alfred whipped out his phone, quickly throwing it in between his shoulder and ear, as he started to madly press on the buttons of his Xbox.

"Y'eeeeeeeello?" he replied, as an explosion sounded loudly in the background.

"Alfred, at least greet someone properly over the phone if you cannot do it in person!" Arthur snapped.

"What!? Dude, i said 'hi,' what else 'ya want?!" Another explosion sounded, and some gunshots as Alfred cursed loudly.

Pinching his nose, Arthur took a deep breath. "Would you like to come over for a drink?" he asked as calmly as he could.

The game immediately went on pause. "What?"

"Would. You. Like. To come over. For a drink?" he repeated, slower this time.

Alfred was silent for a moment before snickering and restarting the game. "IF your talkin' alcohol, then no, I don't wanna drag you home again like last time."

"I- Y-You did not drag me home! I was perfectly fine!" Arthur sputtered. He took a moment to compose himself. "But no, I don't mean alcohol. I was thinking tea and...Coffee." He spat out the word like he would get a fatal disease just from saying it.

"Coffee? No way, whata 'ya planning England?" Alfred asked, furiously clicking at the buttons. "There is no way you have coffee at your house. You threw my Starbucks out the window last time I came with it!"

Arthur froze for a second. "I'm not planning anything!" he snapped. "And what the hell would you know about my coffee stores?"

Alfred pursed his lips. "That they suck. But 'kay, I'll come! See ya in a bit!" he hung up, snickering.

"Why you-" Arthur realized he was talking to a dead phone and hung it back on its hook, cursing.

He poured the cooled, clear potion into a bottle and placed it onto a cupboard. He started making preparations for tea and coffee, and waited for a certain idiot to come around.


Alfred pursed his lips as he got up and started to get ready, pulling on a different shirt, one with a big obnoxious white eagle and the words 'UNTIED STATES OF AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!' on it. He grabbed a sweatshirt and made his way to Arthur's house. When he got there, he sighed when he found the door locked, but decided he was too lazy to use the side door or the window. After a moment he decided against it again, and made his way to the kitchen window, where he saw Arthur doing something.

"YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYO, YO IGGY OPEN UP!" he yelled, banging on the glass.

Arthur nearly dropped his favorite teapot as the loud voice assaulted his ears. He set it gently down on the table. "Bloody hell-" He stalked over to the window and yanked it open. "It's Arthur, you idiot! And wait by the front door." He slammed the window shut and walked to the front door, unlocking it.

Alfred didn't move from his spot as he pursed his lips. "I WANNA GO THROUGH THE WINDOW, LEMME IN IGGY! I WANNA BE LIKE JAMES BOND!"

Arthur leaned out or the door and shot Alfred a dark glare. "How old are you?! AND IT'S ARTHUR, DAMNIT!"

"C'mon England, it'll be fun! And I forgot how to open the window from outside, c'mon!"

Arthur facepalmed, but then put on a brilliant smile and closed the door. 'A few more bloody can last that long, right Arthur?' he asked himself before unlocking the window and stepping back from it.

"Awesome!" Alfred ignored the sudden nice gesture. He grabbed the window sill and pulled himself up, then threw himself into the house, falling onto the floor before he exploded laughing.

Arthur stared down at the laughing American, one eyebrow raised. "Are you quite done with that idiocy?"

Alfred slowly muffled his laugh, looking up at him. "What, it was totally fun! You should try it!"

"I think not. Pick yourself off the floor, you look an utter mess!" Arthur said. 'Besides, this may be your last chance in a while to be taller than me...' he added in his thoughts.

Alfred laughed, turning onto his stomach so his cheek touched the cold floor. "Gaaah, but it feels niceeeeeeeee, can I just stay here?"

The green-eyed nation felt a sudden urge to plant a foot on the American's back and make him beg, but he shoved it down. "You didn't come here to lie on my floor. So get up, Alfred"

He didn't move in the slightest. "Help me up, Artie."

"You can do it yourself."

Alfred pouted, and grabbed his leg, pulling himself up into a sitting position. Arthur almost let out a yelp as he nearly went down, but somehow managed to hold in the noise and keep his footing.

"You idiot, at least give some WARNING if you're going to do that!"

Alfred looked up at him, and snickered. "'Kay Iggy- WHOOP, WARNING~!" he yelled before grabbing his arm and hoisting himself completely up.

Arthur went down this time, landing hard on his side. "Fucking- IT'S ARTHUR!" He climbed to his feet, still cursing.

The other nation laughed, patting him on the back. "Mhm, okay Artie, whatever you say~"

Arthur jerked away, scowling. "Don't touch me." He walked over to the counter. "You want tea or coffee?" he asked, already knowing what the answer was.

"Coffee," Alfred replied, ignoring how obvious it was. "So, why'd you call me here?"

"Just wanted to drink with someone." Arthur shrugged.

He poured water into a kettle and set it onto the stove. He always used bottled water instead of tap water, so it was the simplest thing to slip the potion into the kettle.

"Is it cuz you have no friends, England?" Alfred snickered, getting into his seat.

"I-I have plenty of friends, git!" He stayed facing away from Alfred, so the American wouldn't see his red face.

Alfred pursed his lips with a smirk. "Whatever you say man," he replied, leaning against the back of the chair and staring up at the ceiling.

"Shut up, it's true!"

The kettle began whistling, so he took it off and prepared the drinks. He set the mug of coffee none too gently down before Alfred and took his own seat across from him.

"Thanks." Alfred took the mug of coffee and immediately drank from it, nearly drinking the entire thing. He then placed it back down. "So, wassup man?"

Arthur smirked slightly as Alfred placed the cup down, then took a sip of his own tea. "Well, it's about to get interesting."

Alfred looked at him, confused. "What?"

Arthur's grin got wider. "Noth-"

The smile disappeared from his face as he began to feel strange inside. 'No, no, no, this cannot be happening!' he thought, panicked, as his body began to smoke. In a few seconds, he was completely engulfed in a cloud of the stuff. The next thing he knew, he was lying in the floor next to his chair leg as the smoke cleared away. Except the chair leg was about ten times bigger than he was.

Alfred jumped up, the chair falling behind him. "What the HELL?!" He looked to see nothing in Arthur's seat. "Hey man, if you're trying to scare me, i-it won't work!" He looked around. "Is this your stupid-ass magic stuff again?! What the hell are you doing?!"

Arthur winced and covered his ears as the crash of the chair and Alfred's voice washed over him. He instinctively huddled closer to the chair leg, his mind not quite having caught up to the situation he had found himself in. He stayed as still and quiet as possible to try and avoid detection. He didn't need a giant Alfred laughing at him over his current situation, and he most certainly didn't need any help. Besides, he wasn't sure how the American would react to this. And then there was his strength. All in all, it would be better to just stay still until he left, and then try to figure out a way out of this mess.

Alfred looked around again. "Holy shit, where are you-" Although he had horrible sight, the glasses did help a lot as he spotted something by the chair that used to be Arthur's. He quietly walked over, and fell down to his knees, leaning down to get a closer look. And when he saw the little version of Arthur, his eyes grew as wide as humanely possible. "E-England..?"
'Bout time I'm posting an actual chaptered story... X'D
This is one of the fanfics I've been working on (Others can be seen in my last journal), and hopefully I'll remember to update every 2 or 3 days. This "..." represents words, and this '...' represents thoughts.
Both human and country names are used, I hope no one has a problem with this. Yes, this is G/T, but it won't contain vore.
Comment if you like, it's much appreciated~!

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AmeriCanfanforever Featured By Owner May 12, 2013
You had the right idea, England. The safest thing to do is to hide behind Mr. Chair. Normally he would have protected you, but you forgot to activate chair mode. Mr. Chair can't protect you if you don't activate chair mode. Thus, America found you.
Protokol-Rose Featured By Owner May 12, 2013
Hah, lol

True though. The chair can't really do anything unless you activate it XD
AmeriCanfanforever Featured By Owner May 13, 2013
England needs to catch up on his :iconpewdiepieplz:. I hope he at least know what this is. :iconbrofistplz:
Protokol-Rose Featured By Owner May 13, 2013
I would doubt it, but you never know!
AmeriCanfanforever Featured By Owner May 13, 2013
:iconenglandwhatplz: :Who the bloody hell is "Pewdiepie"?
(What he's doing while you're not looking: :iconbrofistplz:)
Protokol-Rose Featured By Owner May 13, 2013
Don't worry Iggy, I have no idea what that is too XD

AmeriCanfanforever Featured By Owner May 14, 2013
British pride~ They're just that dedicated. XD
Protokol-Rose Featured By Owner May 14, 2013
Yup XD
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Kurohimex105 Featured By Owner May 4, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
ahahahahahahah loving it so far
Protokol-Rose Featured By Owner May 4, 2013
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