Magic Mishap

Hey guys, Guess what I got the inspiration to write this little story... wait for it... Washing up, yup I was doing the dishes and came up with this idea. Naturally I ran out of the kitchen as soon as I had the idea shouting "Make way; I have to make France swoon over ChibiEngland" never in my life has my family looked at me in such a way before.

Well actually that is a lie they did the same when I thought of my story 'Scars Will Heal' as I went running through the house shouting "Iceland needs to self harm and fall for Hong Kong. My revelations are weird for people who have never heard of Hetalia.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter because I am not too sure whether it has turned out well or not.

Word Count: 3,017

Pairing: France x England or Prussia x England (depending on how the story progresses).

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters, the only thing I own is the plot

Warnings: For both America and England's language.

Enjoy!

Third-Person POV

Well before our story begins I should warn everyone that our dearest countries are currently sat in a World meeting, and we all know what that means... France and England would be arguing; Italy would be talking animatedly about pasta; Spain would be trying to hug his 'little Romano' while Romano is trying not to punch the Spaniard in the face; China would be cringing away from Russia who would be asking him to become one with him; Japan would be agreeing with anything anybody would say; Prussia would be claiming his awesomeness and to top it off Greece and Turkey would be at each others throats.

However, my little readers this is not what was happening this time around; most countries were silent, no one would move from their seats out of fear that they would end up injured, too scared to break apart the two arguing nations; America and England were in the middle of another argument, one that had started out petty; one that was heating up with every passing second. (A/N Bold – America, Italics - Britain)

'My idea is a great one, you are just jealous because I came up with something better than you!'

'I highly doubt that.' England Scoffed at his ex-charge before sarcasm laced his voice. 'Yes, because a giant artificial superhero is going to protect us all from your stupidity! You are so bloody incompetent to come up with a solution even to the most simplest of problems, Tosser!'

'I can too! I brought peace to the Middle East! And stop using words that I don't understand! I am a much better country than you, I can do what I want!'

'Ha! Better country, of course you are! Tell me when did great countries stick there nose where it doesn't belong? As you so willingly brought it up, you have NOT brought Peace to Iraq, or Iran, no you drove them into a full scale war! You destroyed what little stability there was there! How about your countries increasing Climate Change at a higher rate than others, mind you? Or even for that matter, were that ignorant about ever other country in the world?'

'I don't! I saved them, I taught them the benefits of capitalism! I gave them advice and made them better! They would be even worse of if I hadn't of helped them and saved them! I am the hero and everyone knows it! Just look what I achieved in Korea or Vietnam!'

The shouting was increasing in volume, making the countries closest to the two wince. Italy had reverted to hiding under the table with his twin brother, Romano while Germany and Spain quietly tried to coax them out. Some countries had even gotten up out of their seats and walked down to the cafeteria in hopes of just waiting the argument out. This unfortunately did not seem to be the case.

'Yes, Yes. You lost the North Korean's to the Russian Red Army. You also lost Vietnam because the citizens hated you and your army. They hated you interference and sided with the Russians and Vietcong. You are such a bloody brat, you haven't grown up at all. I am sure I taught you better than this.'

'Yea well, you have no idea what my soldiers went through in those countries; I achieved more then you would have and you know it. Anyway, I would rather stay the same than lose all of the power I once had and collapse; you have nothing left and you were so great! You grumpy old man. You were such a dick, such a tyrant, a Fucking bastard that you got left by all of your colonies!'

England and France gasped as they looked at each other for a brief moment; France gave the distressed nation a brief nod and a small affectionate smile. Yes, both of them share this moment because they are the only ones who truly understand their complicated relationship; I mean many countries think they hate each other because they always fight and argue but in truth these two are inseparable and actually class each other as their friend even if they tell otherwise.

Another country in the back of the room also froze and glanced up at the Blonde haired Island nation. His face befallen into a pained expression, his red eyes glassy with unshed tears as he met an intense, vibrant green stare which seemed to dull, their normal sparkle dimming and tears of frustration (?) gathering in their corners. Prussia sent a small broken smile towards England making the other return it, unintentionally making the Prussian blush ever so slightly. England turned back around facing the American nation once more; taking in a shuddering breath to hopefully calm his quivering voice.

'You Fucking Wanker! Don't you DARE bring my empire into this! You have no right!'

'I have every right, bastard. I AM Freedom, You cannot tell me what to do any more. I bet all of your colonies are laughing right now at how weak and pathetic you have become. You couldn't even beat Germany during the Second World War without asking for MY help! You are an embarrassment to all nations, one who should have just disappeared with his empire, save us all this lecturing!'

The Conference room reverted to a deathly silence as the American nation finished his comeback, looking very pleased with himself as he watched the fight immediately leave his brother. The remaining countries were shell-shocked and many were firmly planted in their seats, like they had been petrified by Medusa herself.

Never has America said anything of this magnitude.

I mean yes England and America argue constantly but they always know when to stop; when to step back...

The Italy twins peered up over the table; Germany and Spain had stopped comforting them as soon as America had responded, to stare wide eyed at the taller of the two nations. China and Russia stood up in there seats, almost sending then across the room and calmly walked out of the room sending (not so) subtle glares over at the American, who of course remain oblivious. Prussia glanced over at his life-long friend, and felt his heartbreak as he noticed the younger nation looking at him in return, most likely trying to avoid America's gaze as tears slide silently down his cheeks, his shoulder slumped and shaking a glazed look passing over his face, one the Prussian man knew all too well.

A small sad smile formed on his face as he turned his gaze aiming it at the Frenchman, a look which said 'don't worry, I am alright' before he took off out of the room. France of course watched this exchange with a heavy heart and of course did not believe that the Englishman was alright in the slightest, he watched silently as Prussia continued to gaze at the door where England had disappeared through seconds earlier.

Germany stood up slowly and glanced at the few countries remaining in the room; a swift silence filled the empty space, a void of despair, loneliness and disappointment "I think we should cancel this meeting for now, Can someone check up on Britain before he harms himself again?" Spain raised his hand slowly, a small frown on the usually peppy nations face "I think it should be France to go and check on England."

All heads turned towards the Frenchman causing a slight blush to from on his cheeks, his eyes reverted down as he started twiddling his thumbs. Italy asked the question everyone was thinking "Why France? I thought him and England hated each other." Spain slowly shook his head, and glanced at his friend before looking over at Italy and giving a small smile "Well Italy who did England run to after the American Revolution? Who did he seek comfort from after both World Wars?" A few knowing glances were shot to the man in question as he slowly gets up from his chair nodding to Germany "He is right Mon ami. I will go and see if I can calm him down." Germany nods in return as France leaves the room.

Prussia lets a frown form on his normally cheerful face as he watches the French nation go; Britain came to me after the wars first, I was there for him after his empire had fallen, even though I did help they Yank. I apologised for that so many times and surprisingly I was forgiven, just like that, a tear-stained face and a hug later we were close friends once again. I was the one there for him during his Punk phase and he was the one to help me through after the allies won the second World War. I lost everything back then but he helped me; even though I was the one who lost. Why cannot I not be there to help him when he needs it the most?

Now with that problem solved Germany turns to face America, who was now laughing his obnoxious laugh not really understanding how much his words had affected the other nation, nor paying attention to the death glares he was receiving from the remaining countries, namely Canada and Prussia. Germany's gaze hardening "AMERICA!" Said nation stopped laughing immediately and glanced around the room, confused at all the reprimanding glances he was receiving before settling on the German "I expect you to apologise to Britain before the next meeting. If you do not then you are hereby banned until you do. That is all, you may leave now everyone." America stood for a few moments completely confused as to why he had been banned from the meetings, he hadn't done anything wrong, had he? Him and England argue all the time, what was so different this time?

He waited a while longer until the room was completely empty, thinking back on the argument that had transpired and inhaled sharply, Shit I think I went too far this time. Gathering up his paperwork into his arms he left the room and headed over to the Nations hotel just a fifteen minute walk from the meeting building feeling defeated and angry with himself.

-To England's House-

England slammed his front door shut and wiped the tears from his face; running a hand through his messy blond hair and heaving a deep sigh as he drags off his coat and hangs it up on the available hook near his door before locking his door and placing the keys in a glass bowl situated near to the hooks.

How dare he bring up my empire! How dare he say that same phrase to me; the one that tore my heart out back then! How bloody Fucking dare he! He then made his way into the kitchen and began to make himself a cup of Camomile tea; his mind still playing the last words America had shouted at him just less than an hour before hand Stupid ungrateful brat, I am the bloody reason for his existence! Kettle boiling, England decided that he would finally get his revenge on the younger nation, he walked over to his bookshelf and pulled out all of his spell books, flicking through the pages searching for... something, he wasn't exactly sure what, something to harm the America but not kill him.

-Time Skip-

After maybe 2 hours of searching England was surrounded by open spell books and used tea cups strewn across the floor haphazardly; frustration weld up inside of him as he skimmed through 'Advanced Spells for Advanced Wizards' for the third time. About to give up all hope of exacting his revenge when his eyes landed on a certain spell; it looked decent enough and would most definitely get the American back for him without harming him too much. Scanning down the spell he walked down to his basement; a place where he carried out all of his magic (both black and white) and stood his book open on a podium clearing his throat, he began to chant slowly, with purpose picturing a Chibi America running around the house once again.

"Santa Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin Jack Latoya Janet Michael; Turn back the clock to when America was little, before the revolution, before he knew what it was. Before he left me!"

The spell was supposed to be repeated three time for it to work properly but just as the Brit was in the middle of his second repeat, or the third time saying his chant his telephone rung; its sound echoing throughout the house making England start from the noise. His wand sparked violently, and truth be told England was scared, he had messed up his spell and suddenly found purple sparks flying everywhere before the world went black around him.

The wand had back fired the spell which ended up hitting England sending him spiralling into a nearby wall, resulting in him falling unconscious.

The phone call would have to go unanswered and it was a good thing that it did.

-Time Skip-

France had walked straight to his holiday home, which he owned in England due to his frequent visits to the grumpy Island nation, after the meeting and stood pacing for hours, lost in his own thoughts and worries about the English man who had all but ran out of the conference room earlier that day. France didn't blame the Brit for acting like that; America had really stepped over the line today and every single country knew it.

I mean really, yes France teased and argued with England more than anyone but he knew well enough never to bring up the British Empire, the dread Captain Kirkland or his ex-colonies. Just like in return England knew not to bring up the Hundred Years War, Joanne d'arc or the French revolution, it was a mutual understand of each other, one that had helped them to become closer over the years (or centuries) though neither of them would admit it.

France was growing increasingly worried about his friend because although the English man appeared strong he had a tendency to break down all by himself; he wore a mask to conceal his true feelings one which the French nation has only seen removed a few times before. When this mask was removed sometimes it resulted in harm befalling the younger's body inflicted by himself in hopes of escaping the emotional pain; sometimes it resulted in strange happenings, the weather changing, misfortunes occurring to the nation of his wrath or a certain nation falling ill suddenly. France refused to admit it out loud but he did believe that England could perform magic.

Yes France was increasingly beginning to worry as he would normally expect an English man on his doorstep seeking comfort and help but instead it was up to the French nation to reach out first this time. He quit his pacing and walked over to his phone, picking it up and dialling a number he knew by heart; he seated himself on his sofa and listened to the rings and then the voicemail service. With a frown, France tried again and again but each call resulted in the same thing...

Nothing.

Worry increasing threefold, France stood up and raced to his front door pulling on his shoes and coat before running as fast as he could towards the English nations house, which luckily only happened to be a twenty minute walk.

Panting France stood outside the house of his friend England patiently waiting for the door to be opened; he had knocked on the door just moments earlier but his frown deepening as he was met with silence. No shouting, no swearing or the sounds of things being thrown around the room in a fit of rage, the silence stretched out, unbearably so for the nervous French nation.

Who in the end, after waiting almost five minutes for the door to be opened The more time I bloody spend out here, England could be hurt and need help... Oh god I am starting to sound like him now. France bent down and fingered under the 'Welcome' mat that had been laid down by the front door, clutching a small metal key in his hand which he stuck in the keyhole and opened the door as fast as he could. "Angleterre are you 'ere?" No reply was heard as France hung up his coat on the hooks spotting the Englishman's Well at least he is home.

He slipped his shoes off and continued into the house, firstly stopping by the front room and wincing at the mess. England was normally a neat freak but what unnerved the French man was the disarray of books and tea cups that littered the floor by his feet. Spotting that the man he was searching for was not in this room he continued to the kitchen then the study and soon found himself upstairs but still facing the facts that he could not find his England.

He walked back into the front room and picked up a few of the books that were thrown haphazardly over the floor before smirking to himself Ah! So that is where you are Mon petite Lapin.

Placing the books back down on the floor, France hesitantly walked down the stairs into the basement where he knew Britain claimed to work on his spells and potions; he clicked on the light and was horrified when he saw the clothes he recognised as what England was wearing at the meeting. He carefully picked up the items before letting out a very, manly, squeal as a groan was heard and movement caused the French man to move back. Cautiously looking back over into the pile of clothes; France gasped as he noticed a very little England unconscious on the floor. Picking up the child carefully and walking with him up out of the cold chill that had crept into the basement before placing the child onto the sofa and placing a throw-over that normally covered the back of the sofa over the shivering child.

A/N

Hey guys, I have decided to start this new story, I hope you enjoy it. I have no idea how long it is going to be or whether it is going to be any good but I decided to give it a go and hope for the best. Honestly it didn't take me all that long to write out the chapter but I had a hard time thinking of how to word certain phases and which order the events should go in. In the end this is the result and I have to admit that it is much shorter than the chapters I normally write seen as it might get a bit boring and waffley if I extended this any further.

P.S I hope you have enjoyed this chapter so far and for those of you who are re-reading it then I thank you and hope that the adjustments that have been made are starting to make the changed plot line make sense. I know by reading this chapter it may seem like a FrUK story but I can assure you that this will most likely end in One-sided FrUK on France's side and PrUK. Sorry to any FrUK fans :)

Please comment how you found it :)