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"-You called?"
"What the Hell, Russia!?"
Just an ordinary day in Arthur Kirkland's home. Said man sat in a dark room, mumbling some sort of chant to himself as his black trench coat of some sort flapped away into the powerful winds. The man set his book down and huffed quietly- nothing seemed to be happening. Usually, when he had done any sort of black magic, either that American idiot or the French pervert interrupted him, causing him to backfire his 'studies'. Looking around, he noticed nothing very out of particular going around in his room: it was just very quiet and peaceful.
Sighing in annoyance, he swiped his spell book into his hands and flipped his hood back on. Outside of the door, a certain American, Canadian and Frenchman stood at the door, discussing something quietly.
"-I just don't think we should," a soft voice emitted from the Canadian.
"-still, it would be cool though! Right Francis?" an energetic said happily.
"-Oui, but still...Matthieu is right, non?" another voice said.
Matthew Williams, Alfred F. Jones, and Francis Bonnefoy. The three idiots who decided that checking up on their friend while he was doing his- his thing and disturb him. Alfred, being the more oblivious one laughed loudly and swung the door open, "England~! Bro, what're you doing?!" he called out, leaning in the dark room. In the midst of something coming out of the damned ground, Arthur looked up and glared- "Close the door!" he called out. Matthew face-palmed at his brothers antics as Francis tugged on his shirt dramatically, "Alfred- I think-" Matthew was cut off when an explosion occurred, causing his American brother to scream in a high pitched tone.
Flailing, the American cried helplessly, "Oh sweet Lady Liberty! It's gonna get me! No, no, no, sweet mother of Christ, do not let it eat me damn it!" The other three stared, absolutely done with him at this point. "Hoser..." Matthew mumbled. Is he okay, both Francis and Arthur thought, wearing the same readable expressions. Alfred's flailing calmed down ad his voice soon turned into quiet whimpers, "W-Wait...There's no creepy monster dude popping out from the floor?" he asked, looking around for such things. "Non, Alfred, you are just really overreacting, okay?" Francis set a hand on Alfred's shoulder as he pouted. "I'm not overreacting, I was just trying to freak you guys out is all...Y-Yeah!" he nodded to himself, knowing good and full well he was lying.
Examining the room, Matthew gasped quietly, "Papa, do you feel that?" he looked over at Francis, who was teasing Alfred at this point. "Hear what Matthieu?" he asked, setting a hand on his hip. Arthur raised a brow across from them and just scoffed, "It sounds..." Matthew started. "Weird?" Alfred butted in. "Creepy? Like Arthur of course." Francis put his input in before a shoe came flying his way. "Non, it just feels normal. Uncanny, but normal, eh?" the male made a soft smile towards the others. Alfred placed a finger on his bottom lip, "Hrm, you're right Mattie...It does totally feel like that~! Hey Iggy," he turned around. "You actually succeeded your magic tricks!" he laughed happily.
Arthur's eyes widened and he looked away sheepishly, "Y-Yeah, whatever..." he muttered. "Mon Dieu, mon cher, you did do it!" Francis applauded as Arthur's cheeks tinted a dark pink.