Of Backfiring Spells and Romanic Complications [USUK]

Damage and Aftermath

"Hey, you look like a dead fish," Romania snickered, poking Arthur, who was moving his mouth soundlessly, trying to find words, the mirror dropped to the floor.

"Shut up!" Arthur snarled, shoving away with the finger. "I, I just...can't believe it," he groaned, rubbing his temples. "A kid- of all things!" He couldn't believe it. Already he was trying to think of ways to help with the damage control, but they all just boiled down to why.

"Well, mic prieten-" Arthur glared at him. "-what spell were you trying to cast?" Romania looked at him quizzically, and Arthur had to fight down a wave of embarrassment.

"I don't really want to say," he grumbled, avoiding eye contact. How could he admit that he had been trying to do a spell to turn the other nations into girls? Well, actually, just the ones that antagonized him in general but that was pretty much everyone.

Romania rolled his eyes. "Oh come ooon. Look, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's up. Besides..." He scratched the back of his neck guiltily. "I am kinda at fault for bursting in on you."

Arthur's resolve softened a bit at the admission. It would help if there was someone else helping him though. "Well, I...kindawastryingtoturneveryoneintofemales." He coughed and tried again, a bit slower. "The spell was to turneveryoneintotheoppositegender." Nope, still bad.

"Wait, what." Romania blinked, speaking before he could try again. "You were trying to turn us all into girls...?"

"..Yes." Arthur refused to look him in the eyes. Romania was probably going to be pissed.

He was quite surprised when he heard laughing, looking up and over to see him doubled over, shaking. "Oh Dumnezeu," he got out, trying to form a proper sentence. "Can you, can you imagine, how weird Germany would look with, with boobs?"

Arthur allowed a wry grin. Well, Romania was quite batty. And that wasn't referring to the fact he inspired the vampire turning into bat thing. But he was still glad to have someone on his side.

"So, you'll help me?" He asked. "If you look up things on your end, and I tackle mine, it'll get done all the faster."

Romania's chuckles slowly petered out, to a wide grin. "Well of course. But first-" He got a glint into his eyes that made Arthur take a step back. "I need to do something."

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Arthur was not happy. Well, sure he usually wasn't. But a little Arthur in a dress was definitely a very unhappy Arthur.

Romania had decided that the magician cloak Arthur was wearing simply wouldn't cut it and that the suit he was wearing was too baggy. So he had absconded and came back in record time, holding a pink, frilly dress and grinning a million watt grin. When Arthur had refused, he had commented that Arthur had almost made him loose something that he particularly liked on his body and that karma was suppose to be a bitch. Story short, Arthur eventually had given in.

They were now in Arthur's signing room, eating some Romanian doughnuts that Romania had brought over. Arthur had to admit they tasted okay. Probably because his mind was underdeveloped, he reasoned. Children did like their sugar.

"So, I was thinking," Romania started, wiping powdered sugar off his face. "We say you're a normal human kid who's doing a program where you get to tag along with a government official, aka, me. And we say that 'England'"- Romania did air quotes to which Arthur rolled his eyes- "-Is currently taking a vacation."

Arthur wrinkled his nose. That blasted Francis would have a bloody field day with it, thinking he had linked off like some poor loser. But that was the most reasonable story so far. Romania had a far too active imagination at the least. "I don't look Romanian though," he shrugged, reaching for another doughnut.

"Mm, immigrant maybe?" Romania shrugged, licking his fingers. "Anyways, you should call me by my human name- Vladimir Lupei."

"Well, if you're sure." Arthur munched on his doughnut. Human names were always a bother. That was why he preferred to use professional names when referring to other nations. After all, they were more private. Of course, the bloody frog was an entirely different case. The wanker didn't deserve the right to be called by anything less then a human name. He didn't have that much against the aspect of France, surprisingly. Just a major grudge against its personification.

"So hey, why'd you come over in the first place?" Arthur looked over at Romania- no, Vladimir- curiously.

It was his turn to avoid eye contact as he kicked his legs under the table. "Weeeeell. It looked like you took this fight particularly hard today."

God, Arthur hated observational people like him. "Well I'm clearly fine," he huffed, finishing off his doughnut and whipping his fingers on a napkin. "You shouldn't worry about me."

"Well hey. We all gotta have our moments when we need someone to talk to." Vladimir looked at him, serious, and Arthur swallowed dryly.

Opening his mouth to speak, a loud crashing noise could be heard from the hall. And a following exclamation. "THE HERO IS IN DA HOOOOOUSE!"

Paling considerably, Arthur visibly wilted. Well, he was screwed. The most annoying nation was here at the worst possible time.