Another day, another meeting leaving Arthur exhausted and upset. The cause of it all? An annoying Frenchman that just won't leave him alone. Finally being tired of it all, Arthur decides to find a spell that will get rid of Francis once and for all. But with Arthur's skills in magic, something goes horribly wrong. As a result he is forced to live and be taken care of by Francis. Will Arthur be able to rely on his enemy until the spell wears off?

He was told love would come. He was aware what it would feel like. He was ready. He was positive it'd be breathtaking. Why does it feel like salt on a wound?