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Magical Mischief: Part Two

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Alfred heard the words from someone. It sounded as if his brother was calling him but it seemed too far away. He stopped reaching his hand toward the flame half way, and the flame in the gas flashed blue and orange. Alfred suddenly blinked the connection broken and he looked confused for a moment seeing his own hand in front of him reaching for the flame, but he wasn't sure of what was happening. The flame rose higher for a moment and the curse was trying to reach the child. Alfred had thought he heard the one that had called it forth.

England did not get a response from the child, and the only thing he could do was stop the trance, because clearly the child was not in the right state. He raised his hands in the air, and walked forward. Closing his eyes, he spoke in Latin chant.

"Ego imperium haec praecantatio ut finis ad semel! Flamma esse abiit." (I order this magic to stop at once! Flames be gone!) Once this was accomplished, the flames subsided, and died out. England ran over to America and quickly grabbed him up into his arms and walked over to the couch. Embracing him tightly, he made sure the boy was not burned or any other harm.

"Oh bloody hell Alfred...oh dear me...you...you just scared the hell out of me....oh my god. Are you...are you okay?"

It was like something snapped and flashed bright in Alfred's mind as soon as the flame had been suddenly extinguished and he could hear, and see and feel again. Arthur was there holding him, Alfred felt a little shaken as his mind finally caught up with what had happened, but not truly understanding what he had almost done.

"I..I'm fine...big brother....I..I just...I was just trying to make the curse work.....but then it got ..confusing. W-what were those words you said? You made the flame go away" The boy stared at his brother, and was not aware of how upset the larger nation was.

Closing his eyes, and holding back anger for now, he just held the boy. If anything had happened to him just now, he would never forgive himself. He breathed in deep, and continued to embrace the fair haired child. Not being clear on what exactly to say, he stuttered slightly. He was about to open his mouth when three other figures arrived at the door. It was Japan, Hughes, and a very hysterical, and frantic Francine, who was crying. Clearing his throat, he shook his head to the three, and brought his full attention to the boy.

"Alfred...I told you...that it was not safe for the curse to be summoned. I warned you that it was not a good idea, and...I said that you could hurt yourself. All three of these warnings you have failed to obey. I am deeply, deeply upset with you, and I will never expect behavior like this ever again." He looked over to the floor, and noticed it was moistened with some familiar smelling liquid. His eyes almost popped out of his head. "Is that my brandy? My GOOD brandy? You have some serious explaining to do young man." England stood up, leaving the child on the couch. He looked down, and put his hands on his hip, tapping his foot.

Alfred blushed a little when he saw the three others standing in the doorway and he looked away trying to pretend they were not there.

"Oh is that what that was? I couldn't read the book right...your brandy was the right color of liquid....so I thought it would work..." His voice trailed. "Are you very mad with me big brother?" He looked up at him with his great big blue eyes. "I'm sorry, but you wouldn't show me the pirate curses, what was I supposed to do!?"

Gritting his teeth, he did not answer the boy right away. The child had done a very bad thing, and was definitely in need of chastisement. He looked over to Japan, and with a very flustered expression, and spoke gently.

"Honda...I am beyond sorry...I don't even know what to say except that I am mortified beyond compare for my little brother's behavior. Please...I ask that we reschedule the remainder of the meeting." He looked over to Hughes and Francine. "Please, the two of you, see Mister Japan out. I need to have a word with Alfred...alone."

Japan understood, and bowed, following the two servants out the door. Turning attention back to America, he cast a downward glare again.

"America...I am beyond furious with your antics. What you did today showed me that you are not to be left alone, as my mansion was clearly in jeopardy of going up in flames. I advised you that the curse was not to be dabbled with, as you did not do anything correct, because the large words are hard for you to comprehend. You were not supposed to do anything. You are aware you deserve to be thoroughly spanked correct?"

Alfred shifted on the couch and blushed further as he heard his brother apologize for his actions and realized how much trouble he was really in, he started to feel more and more and more uncomfortable and wished he could sink into the couch.

"It...it was an accident....if you would have just showed me what I wanted to know...I wouldn't have had to figure it out for myself!" Alfred tried using his own logic hoping it would lesson the trouble he was in.

England turned from the child and stepped away. He faced the mess on the floor, and breathed in deep. The child was too curious, and often Arthur would let some things slide, but the boy was such a delight to have. This time though, he was beyond ecstatic at what the child actually pulled off. Clasping his hands behind his back in the military stance, he turned back to the child.

"This was not an accident, it was an act of pure defiance. I gave you an order, and you failed to obey. You were to be outside, and you did not obey that as well. I have no other choice, but to follow through with what should be a firm understanding of your recollections of decorum. Alfred...get on your feet, and make your way to my study immediately. I will be down there shortly."

Alfred suddenly felt afraid, he slowly got to his feet, the way his brother was speaking....it was so stern and he was using the big words, then he said the dreaded words "the study". The study was the place only the worst punishments took place.

"A-Arthur?" He said quietly and sounding scared. England looked at the little boy standing in front of him. Clearly the child was extremely frightened, but he had to hold his stern exterior. The child mentioned his name, and he sighed and responded.

"What is it Alfred?" He could not believe the child was trying to stall him. He watched as his upper lip quivered.

"I....please.........I am sorry.....please....don't.....kill me...."

England saw the compassion in his little brother's eyes, and a twinge inside him felt like picking the boy up, holding him tightly, and then going to get iced cream. But this was a not the time. Too much has happened, and it would have to be dealt with a firm hand indeed. Clearing his throat, and not changing his mind, he kept his word.

"I am not amused. Go down to my study RIGHT...THIS...MINUTE. Do not dawdle...Alfred Jones. I mean it!"

Alfred gulped, his brother was beyond serious and he knew better than to add to whatever it was that was coming to him and so grabbing his own bottom while he still could he quickly scampered from the room heading for the dreaded study…tears already welling in his eyes, he was really in for it now. When he reached the study he looked at the corner to where he knew he was to wait....but instead he threw himself over the couch and hid his face in the cushions.

England waited for the boy to fully leave. He walked over to the wall, and rang the servant bells. Hughes had since then dismissed Japan, and walked down to the library. He spoke to his butler in a hasty tone, and told him to rid the room of the mess, and put everything in order. Before he left, he turned back to Hughes.

"Hughes...do me the liberty of taking that book, and hiding it in my bedroom. There you will put it at my bedroom desk, and lock it there. Alfred will never set a hand upon it as long as I am around. Excuse me for a moment while I deal with an extremely misbehaved little boy."

Hughes bowed and left the room. England walked down to his study, opened the doors, and looking around the room, he saw the child face down on the couch. Impending doom awaited. Arthur closed the door, and walked over to the fireplace. He cleared his throat, which made the boy look up. Turning to the mantle, he apprehended the hard soled slipper. Looking to the boy, he cleared his throat.

"Alfred…"

Alfred's eyes zeroed in on what his big brother had in his hand and he almost paled, he knew he would be spanked not by Arthur's hand...that was reserved he knew for small punishments. But small naughtiness, he had indeed done a big one, and he was not prepared for his pending spanking, his eyes filled with tears and he didn't move from the couch.

"Arthur...noooo please"

"Alfred...take yourself over to the couch, and do not make me wait."

Alfred burst into sniffles and was not far from sobbing, it was worse than he imagined.

"A-Arthur...I wasn't that bad!" He cried out as he clutched his bottom.

Grasping the slipper in his hand, England walked over to the boy, and sat down on the couch next to the child. Setting aside the implement, Arthur had had enough, he pulled Alfred over to him, and swiftly pulled the boy over his lap. He did not say anything, and eyes blazing, he knew the child was very frightened. Putting his free hand on the small of the child's back, Arthur was ready, and Alfred was not prepared for the impending doom of a well deserved punishment. At this Alfred started to burst into sobs and pleads.

"Arthur...pleeease don't…I'm sorry m'soory m'sorry!!!..AHHhhhh!!!! I won't do it agaiiiiin I promise,...promise please don't don't!!!!!"

He had not even been touched yet, but he knew he was in for it and all he had left was begging, though he didn't try to get away as he could already tell he was well pined, but feeling his big brother pulling back his shirt he knew his time was up and had to at lease give some last effort to lesson his sentence.

"Be still little one...you are not permitted to speak right now." Arthur raised the slipper in the air, and it took nerve, and assurance to go through with it, but he administered the first swipe on the little bottom with an effective swipe and sting.

"AHHHH WAAAAAA!!" Alfred cried out sobbing the sting of the slipper. It was truly terrible, though not brutal...deep down inside Alfred knew that even through all of this that Arthur took no pleasure in this, though right now that was not forefront in his mind, tears slipped down his face and he tried to wiggle now but it was a fruitless effort.

Arthur lifted the slipper again, and had it come down upon the boy's backside. He then stopped, and set down the slipper. Alfred sobbed hard, and when he thought it was done, Arthur went ahead and undid the boy's knickerbockers.

"Nooooo! Arthur…please no! Please not on my bare bottom! Please…no!"

"Not a word little one." Was all Arthur said.

He picked back up the slipper, and continued to spank the small upturned behind. Small red marks were forming, as England continued to administer several strokes, hitting the sit spots, and both cheeks. The implement did have quite a bite to it, as England could remember its power from when he was little. It certainly did work more effective than his hand. Never the less, he continued.

The stinging seemed to be multiplying and now it started to feel as if Arthur was using that pirate curse on his bottom because he was sure it was flaming, he finally stopped trying to thrash so much and fell into heavy sobs. There was no escape from this, he must have been very terribly naughty to get such a spanking. He wished he had never ever found that stupid pirate curse book and he hoped he never saw it again for the rest of his life.

England administered four more well deserved stripes and then the spanking was over. He fixed the boy's clothing, buttoning the clasps on the side of his trousers, and he adjusted the boy's shirt, tucking it in neatly. He let the child cry into his tunic, and he rubbed empathetically at the child's back, and sore bottom. Once the cries were slightly subsided, but not entirely, because this was not a normal spanking, he held the boy by his shoulders, and spoke to him.

"Look at me" He reached out and lifted the boy's chin to his eyes. "I am never to be disobeyed in that manner or ANY kind of manner like that ever again. I am still not satisfied with your attitude, and ghastly actions, so for the meantime...you will head straight upstairs to your bedroom, you will go to bed immediately, and I will not see you again until the morning. Do I make myself abundantly clear young man?"

Alfred blubbered and sniffled the stinging wasn't going away too soon at all, and his punishment was continuing in the form of isolation to his bedroom which made him want to cry more.

"W-ww-what ab-bout s-supper?" He said through sniffles and rubbed his bottom with one hand and his eyes with the other.

England had known that supper was very important to a growing boy, especially his little Alfred. He did not want to withhold a major meal of the day from the child. Looking down at his brother, he stroked his chin.

"Well...I very well couldn't let you go without a bit of supper...very well, I will have Hughes send up a grilled cheese sandwich, and something for you to drink. Go right now, upstairs. He will be up shortly, and then me myself will check on you later. Goodnight Alfred." Alfred felt a little relived and sniffled and sighed nodding his head.

"G-g-goodnight Arthur" he sniffled again much more subdued and not a hint of attitude or rebellion in him as he slowly started out of the room, his bottom still feeling on fire with each step, he tried to stop the tears even as he reached his bedroom, he laid down on his stomach on the bed the throbbing in his bottom still bothering him, he unbutton his trousers and pulled off his knickers throwing them on the floor, now just laying on the bed in his shirt crying once more.

England stood in his study and shook his head. That was the worst feeling ever. Not only giving his brother a punishment, but giving his brother a slippering, and a hard one at that. To see the poor little boy over his knee, it made him upset, but he knew it had to be done. Hughes was summoned to the study, and England cleared his throat.

"Hughes...I need you to bring a grilled cheese sandwich and a mug of milk to Alfred, and I need a stiff glass of brandy..." He eyed his butler who smiled slightly. "Uh yeah, better make it a double." Hughes nodded, and walked over to the decanter of brandy. He poured it into a glass, and handed it over to Arthur, who was very happy to accept this. Once this was done, the butler walked out of the room, to prepare the boy's supper. He did this with the quickest of ease, and walked up the stairs to the boy's room, rapping lightly, he walked in.

"Master Alfred...your dinner sir."

Alfred had finally stopped crying and suddenly remembered that he wasn't wearing anything from the waist down as Hughes walked in, Alfred quickly covered his bottom with his hands and yelped.

"HUGHES!!! CLOSE YOUR EYES!!! DONT LOOK!" The boy scurried and tried to hide himself. Hughes clasped a hand over his eyes and held the tray in his hand, feeling around for a side table. He stammered slightly.

"Oh...dear me...so sorry Master Alfred...I will just leave your dinner right here on the table, and you can see to it that you eat whenever you are decent. Do you want me to assist you with a night shirt young man?" Alfred thought about this for a moment, he still had trouble with the buttons because they were in the back.

"Yes...but don't look at my spanked bum!" He said vehemently. Hughes walked over to the wardrobe. He looked back at the boy.

"But of course Young Master." He took out a night shirt, and walked over to the boy. "Come now little one, hold up your arms, and let me put your shirt on."

Timidly the young nation did so, and held both arms up but kept his own eyes shut as if doing so would prevent Hughes from seeing his bottom.

"Hughes can you get me some ice for my bottom it still stings so bad"

Hughes smiled and pulled the shirt over the boy's head, and tugged it down gently, he made sure not to let the shirt brush against the boy's hurt bottom. When this was done, he spoke gently to the boy.

"I can of course get that for you Young Master. If you would kindly wait, I shall return very shortly. Please be patient young man, and I will apprehend the ice." Hughes bowed to the child, and walked away, leaving the child on the bed. As he walked down the hall, he passed by Arthur who was making his way up the stairs. In his hand he held a salve. Stopping in the hallway, he spoke to Hughes.

"Um...how is he Hughes old chap?" Hughes nodded and this meant that the child was calm. "Okay then...I will go and see him, you make take your leave for the night." England walked down the hall and approached the boy's bedroom door. He stood by looking into the room at the little boy standing on the bed.

Alfred was grateful to be in his nightgown as soon as he saw his big brother, he suddenly felt awkward and shy seeing him though and slowly went to his knees on the bed and slid off backward so his bottom didn't have to touch the bed and he peeked over the other side of the bed at Arthur.

"A-am I getting another spanking?" He said...not sure...since last his brother told him was that he was still not satisfied with his attitude and ghastly actions, so maybe that meant he was going to be spanked again later for that.

England approached the bed. His eyes stayed stern, but he did not feel this way at all. He stood before the bed looking down at the child with arms crossed. Still holding the slave in his hand, he shook his head at Alfred.

"Hush little one...I am not here to give you another spanking. I did say that you would not see me till the morning, or I was going to come see you after you were asleep, but I wanted to make sure you were okay." He went around to the bed, and sat down. "You are aware of why you were punished?"


Big brother England could be so strict and intimidating sometimes that it made Alfred not feel he could say the right thing, Alfred nodded his head, still not convinced that he wasn't going to spank him again, he covered his sore bottom.

"Yes...because I did that spell in the book when you told me not too."

Nodding, and not saying anything, he reached out and grabbed for the boy, holding him in his arms, and raising his night shirt, seeing the redness on the boy's backside.

"Alfred...you were wrong to disobey me. However I have an inclination that you will not do it again. Now then...calm down, I have some salve ointment for your little bum. So stay still." When he saw Arthur reaching for him he let out a feeble whine and whimper....then started to cry as he had his nightshirt pulled up.

"Ahhh! No…I don't want any it will sting!!! Hughes is bring me ice!"

"Hush little one..." He held the boy close, having the boy's head lean on his shoulder. "This is not going to sting in the least bit. I dismissed Hughes...it is just me. Now...let me apply this, and we'll be all set." He uncapped the jar, rubbed some in his free hand, and rubbed some onto the boy's little bottom. Massaging in circular motion, he made sure to cover the entire area with the lotion.

Alfred clutched onto Arthur for security as he felt the soothing cream start to take away the still hot feeling of the tiny welts he sported, he then sighed heavily relaxing a bit and letting his eyes close.

"Y-you were right Arthur.....I..I am not ready for pirate curses."

Putting the cap back on the jar, Arthur released the boy, and settled him back into the bed. Standing up, he pulled the covers over the child, and fluffing the pillow under the child's head. He leaned down and kissed the boy's cheek, and responded softly.

"No...I believe you are not nearly ready for any type of curse. Sweet dreams love...and I will see you in the morning." Alfred was going to say goodnight but his eyes felt too heavy and his mouth would make the words and he fell asleep. Arthur watched the boy fall into a slumber, and then walked away. Shaking his head, he then closed to the door, and went to his study. Such a day in the Kirkland Mansion.
Second pic made drabble made from :iconarkham-insanity:'s other picture.

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This is Part Two of Magical Mischief.

Plot: Arthur should have put that book of spells and curses up one shelf higher, curious little Alfred is about to cause some serious damage.

Something tells me Alfred will never venture into Black magic again.



*Oh and the Latin...seriously...I used Google translator...but honestly...if it doesn't make sense, I think its really because Arthur may not understand it completely either.*
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niehnieh's avatar

Poor Alfred... ueah he deserved it but i like Arthur's aftercare because he was too strick to his lil bro. But... this is sooo cuteee