Bewitched [Hetalia Ukfr]

Prolougue

" I , though with great shame, have been bewitched by the man of Francis Bonnefroy."

The crowd gasped and hissed at the lone man standing in the room, who hung his head in shame. He was no more that 17 years old. The village men cursed him. The women looked at him in disgust, while clinging to their husband's arms. The mothers covered their children's ears to block out the sin. The old muttered a prayer for the poor boy.

3 men sat in front of the court room. All of them wrinkled their noses and their lips into a scowl.
" How unfortunate for you." One said, shaking his head. " But we all knew there was something wrong with that one. His family could be accused of doing sin as well!"

A woman in the crowd gasped. " It's true! I saw his wife with old Elizabeth in her house last week!" The crowd cried out, horrified. Old Elizabeth was a haggard old woman with only one leg. She was a widower and was very poor. He language  was vile and she had a quick temper. No one at all liked her in the village. None at all. So for Francis's wife to be with her, in her own home, easily made her a witch too!

An unaccompanied man, standing in the back, raised his arm and the room instantly fell silent.

" I am also a victim to his enchantment." The crowd gasped and instantly began to whisper. The man stared right at the 3 who were sitting in the front. His didn't look ashamed at all what he just said.

Despite the whispers and dirty looks, he continued.
" I propose that we trial the Bonnefroy family for witchcraft. I shall hold the trial myself. We can't allow him to bewitch the young, vulnerable men of this quiet and pure village. He has a wife who seems to be conspiring with another witch- it's only a matter of time when a crime is to be put into action. Their son is too strange and quiet. My own boy told me this himself. If the family is found guilty-"

The man narrowed his eyes, his face darkened and his lips turned into a senile smirk. Everyone in the room fell silent. No man dared to interrupt him now. A lady had shivers go down her spine from the cold that seem to have hung in the air. The 3 men at the front leaned in forward, anxious to hear his answer.

" Burn them." Finished Arthur Kirkland.

The crowed cheered and clapped in response.