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Friday, 07th of January, 7:34PM.
Arthur got out of the World Conference, finally, after hours of annoyance from both Francis and Alfred. Bloody hell, those two never let go of him... Between one constantly picking at everything he does, and the other bragging about his independence he forcefully took, he didn't know which was worse.
He decided to go sit on his couch, groaning. At least his home wasn't filled with them, since it... Since he's the only one living in it.
He looked up from his hands, trying to find a solution to make them stop once and for all before he got an idea. A spell! He probably has one to make them shut up! Why didn't he think of this sooner? He quickly went to his basement, almost falling twice down the stairs, before he reached his library with all his spell books.
He grabbed one after another, trying to get a spell that'd make this none sense from the two finally cease and never to return. He finally found one, after about ten minutes of research.
8:24PM; The attempt at the spell.
"Okay, that should be all I need for this." The British muttered after gathering everything, sighing a bit. It had been tiring to get everything prepared, but if it's to have them calm, it's worth it. "So now, the incantation..." He added on, putting himself infront of the circle.
As the incantation reached its end, a rat passed by and tried to bit at one of the supplies needed for it to work properly, spooking the Nation embodiment and cutting his ritual short, creating a whole other spell... Smoke filled the room, making the Englishman cough a bit before it began to dissipate.
"Oh bloody hell... How did that rat even get here?!?" He yelled out, annoyed his spell failed. He saw that the supplies had already been used up, and with how long it took him to take everything, he decided not to retry it. "I just hope it didn't give any bad side effects.." He mutters, holding his head at a growing headache before noticing something standing up.
Crawling his hand up this fluffy piece that appeared on his head, he felt some kind of... Bumps? A bit worried, he quickly went upstairs to the bathroom two floors up from the basement, turning on the lights and looking in the mirror.
"..." Arthur froze at the sight in his mirror. Cat ears were folded on his head, the same was a Scottish Fold cat's would be, the same tint of blond as it, as well as a tail slashing the air. How was he supposed to be present in public with that now?! "Oh for the King's sake... Tha- That must be some joke, right? It won't stay- It's not permanent now is it?.." He muttered, terrified at the thought of it staying forever. How could he even hide this?
He didn't even notice that, in his panic, claws also seemed to have clawed the sink lightly, turning him into an actual half-cat half-human embodiment hybrid...
Just in the middle of his panic, a knock rang from the front door. Thanks to the very recent spell, Arthur still had his cloak on. He managed to hide the new features, tail into his pants and ears tucked under his big hood. He went to open up, seeing Francis infromt of ot.