Hetalia Cursed

Chapter 2

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"Mon cheri, come on! Let me in!" Francis called out as he banged on the door. Arthur had locked himself in his bedroom. Francis was getting worried. Arthur normally locked the front door when he didn't want Francis near him. Something had to be wrong.

"Go away, Francis! And don't call me 'mon cheri'!" Arthur called from inside the bedroom, his voice strangely higher in pitch.

"Arthur, is something wrong?" Francis asked through the door. Of course something was wrong, but he wouldn't know what it was unless he asked.

"N-No! Just go away!"

"I'm not leaving until I know that everything is fine."

"Everything's fine! Just leave!"

"No." Francis banged against the door. "I'll break this door down if I have to, Arthur! I'm worried about you. So are Alfred and Mathieu."

Arthur sighed. "Fine."

Arthur unlocked the door and walked out. At least, Francis thought it was Arthur.

It was a girl. She had spiked blonde hair like Arthur, and his adorable green eyes were her's. She wore a pair of Arthur's pajamas that Francis thought looked cute on Arthur.

"A-Arthur? Mon cheri, what happened to you?"

"Quit calling me 'mon cheri'!" The girl snapped. She had Arthur's fabulous british accent and attitude towards Francis. "I'm Arthur, but what happened is kind of a long story."

"Well..." Francis led Arthur to the kitchen and had her sit down in a chair. "We have all morning. I'll make us some breakfast while you explain." Arthur tried to get away as Francis kissed her on the forehead.

"Fr-Francis!" Arthur pushed Francis away. "Go make your stupid breakfast, you bloody frog!"

Francis smiled at Arthur and straightened up.

"Very well, mon cheri." Francis walked off to the counter to start cooking. "So, how did this all happen?"

"Well..." Arthur fiddled with her pajama top as she started to explain. "You know how that dark prince gave Gilbert a locket that cursed him?"

"Oui." Francis replied, remembering the time they had been sent to another world where the german boy had been held captive by a prince of darkness. "Don't tell me you've found a similar locket around your neck."

"Thankfully, no." Arthur and Francis sighed simutaneously with relief. "Remember when Gilbert asked me to break the curse?"

"Oui."

"Well..." Arthur looked down at her hands. "I think the spell finally backfired on me."

"What do you mean, mon chere?" Francis laid a plate with some crepes on the table in front of Arthur.

"I mean..." Arthur turned her head away from Francis. "My spell that turned Gilbert back into a boy and limited the effects of his curse backfired." Arthur looked up at Francis, tears were starting to slip down her cheeks. "My spell put me under the same curse as Gilbert."

"What?" Francis looked at the brit in confusion. "How can you end up with the same curse? You don't even have the locket."

"When I did the spell that would limit the curse, it transfered parts of the curse to others who were in the room." Arthur hugged Francis for comfort, burying her face in his shirt.

"But..." Francis began, looking down at the beautiful girl hugging him. "You weren't the only one in the room. And Antonio and I weren't effected."

Arthur sniffled and stopped hugging Francis.

"Only certain people were effected, including me." Arthur looked away, tears still falling down her cheeks.

"Is it like Gilbert's curse is now? Where it only happens at certain times?"

"I-I guess so. I-If it took this long for me to notice, th-then yeah. I-It only ha-happens at certain t-times." Arthur was stuttering, still upset about what had happened.

"It will be okay, mon cheri." Francis assured, stroking the brit's blonde hair. "I'll help you through this."

"I'm sure you just want to tap me." Arthur grumbled, getting up out of her seat. "You've always tried since before we divorced. Why would now be any different?"

"It's not as much fun when you're emotionally vulnerable." Francis muttered. He smiled at Arthur and spoke louder. "I wouldn't hurt my love in his greatest time of need."

Arthur glared at Francis. It wasn't the same hard, angry glare Arthur usually gave to comments like that. Instead, it was soft and followed by Arthur running over and hugging Francis, nearly knocking him over.

"I hate how sweet you can be, you bloody frog!" Arthur giggled and kissed Francis.