Bewitched [Hetalia Ukfr]

Chapter | 1

2 years ago
" Father father!"
Arthur looked up from his book to see his son, Alfred, running towards him from across the library , holding something in his hands. He sighed and closed his read. He smiled at his son who eagerly awaited his attention.

" Yes Alfred, what is it?" Arthur asked , eyeing the boy's closed hands. Alfred giggled then stopped himself abruptly. Mischief showed wild in his eyes and Arthur raised his bushy brow. This wasn't going to end well. Alfred raised his arm so that his tiny fists would meet up with Arthur's eyes. Arthur leaned in closer.

Alfred, without warning, quickly released the thing in his hands ( which turned out to be a frog) and it suddenly jumped up and latched itself on to Arthur's nose.
" Bloody Hell!!" He screamed in horror as he jumped out of his chair and began running circles around the library. Alfred began laughing hysterically, dropping to the floor and holding his tummy.
Arthur tried to rip the creature off from his face when he felt his knees hit something and he toppled over a small desk.

The frog leaped off of him and sat directly in front of Arthur , who was now on the floor. He groaned in pain and he felt his back arching and his limbs go numb.
" Damn You frog..." he rasped.
ribbit ribbit ribbit. The little frog hopped away.

Cursing under his breath, Arthur got up from the floor and rubbed his back. He was gong to need medication for this. Alfred continued to laugh hysterically.
Out of nowhere, Their maid, Molly, rushed into the library with a frying pan in her hands, her eyes wide.
" My l-l-lord!" She stuttered," A-a-re you alr-r-right?!"

Arthur rolled his eyes and massaged his temples. " Molly, why on earth did you have a frying pan? I hope to know that cooking isn't reason."
Molly blushed and quickly hid the pan behind her back.

" N-no sir. I was just worried that you and the young master were in some sort of trouble. I heard screaming and such. I quickly came in to help and just so happen to grab the pan...while attempting to make dinner. " she hung her head down. " Are in trouble my lord?" She asked looking up.
" I don't know about me." Arthur said, " But I do know that the young master will be in trouble no doubt." He glared at Alfred, who stuck out his tongue sheepishly.

" Molly, take Alfred out and play with him. " Arthur headed hack to his armchair, " God knows I need a break from this wild child. "

" Y-y-es my lord!" Molly rushed over to Alfred's side and grabbed his hand. " Come along now, young master." She coaxed him , walking out of the library. Alfred took one look over to his father and sighed. He didn't understand why dad didn't want to play with him. He was always so sad and mean. He started acting like this after Alfred's mother died.

In the coat room, Molly helped Alfred put on a light jacket. " We'll be going to the market place in the center of the village. It'll heaps of fun. Does that sound alright, young master?"
Alfred grinned at her. " Yeah!"

Alfred hardly ever got the chance to go outside. His father was constantly worried about his health. He didn't want his son to catch any diseases from those " Peasants" he called them. Those people wrapped in rags and lived in mud houses. Alfred didn't see what the big deal was. He made friends with people of all kinds. He couldn't understand why people couldn't just see past their differences and hold hands.

Still clutching Molly's hand, he skipped alongside her. She smiled at him. He was so cute.
Another spring shower has passed that night and now everything was covered in dew. The ground smelled fresh. There were puddles all around them. When Alfred tried to yank out of Molly's grasp to go jump into the puddles , she would always yank him back beside her, her grip so tight that it even hurt a bit.