Hello everyone! I'm happy for your interest in this story which is a remake of The Holy Grail World War I that remains in my library.
Fatealia will be a story that involves Servants from Fate/Zero and Fate/Stay Night.
Enjoy reading.
Chapter 1: The Holy Grail
Morning sunlight greeted the sleeping England through the window of his large bedroom, the English Nation's closed eyes twitches until they open when light touched his face. If the morning sun, however, wouldn't have woke the Brit up, the vibration from his phone would.
Grumbling, England's hand was removed from its warm comfort under the bedsheet to reach for the phone that was upon the small cube-shaped drawer beside him. He brought the electronic device closer to him, holding the phone close to where his nose is nearly touching the screen since his tired eyes were not yet adjust, when his vision did clear, he recognized in an instant to who sent him a text message before reading the sender's name.
'Yo, Iggy! Meeting in 6 hrs at my place! Totally gonna bat you there before you get here!' - America.
Not another minute goes by and already England received another text.
'"Beat" you there is what I meant. Auto-correct you suck!' - America.
An irritated emoji face is seen beside the text, matching England's current emotion.
A meeting, the English Nation wonders. What's the point in bothering to go at these meetings? It's gatherings like this that nothing much gets done, everyone just barks at each other with little to no agreement, it really does seem like a waste of time. But he is a Nation, and as such he must attend to these meetings, pointless or not.
Even if a certain frog face and a loud American is going to be there, giving the Brit a headache at times.
England prepares himself for the day. After a quick shower and drying his hair with a towel, leaving it naturally shaggy. He dresses up in his white shirt with a green overcoat, dark green pants to cover his English Flag boxer, and finish his appearance off with a black tie tied under the collars of his shirt around his neck.
Leaving his bedroom, he descended down the steps and to the kitchen where he makes a breakfast of scones and tea, finished eating his breakfast, England looks at the clock on the wall to know the time.
Knowing how long it would take by public flight between his country to America's, England would be able to make it to the meeting far before it's beginning of he takes a private plane, so without a moment to spare, England takes his needed essentials-cell phone and keys, said his goodbyes to Flying-Mint Bunny and his other magical friends, and left through the front door.
Outside, his car is parked just ten feet away, and after finding the right key, England unlocks the vehicle, sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, going down the slightly steep peach-color dirt road since his manor is on top of the hill, trees surrounds the manor as a guise to avoid obtaining any unnecessary strangers.
A guise needed to hide the very existence of England, the embodiment of the country that is his name.
In the next half an hour, England comes across civilization, townspeople that are his citizens walked on the sidewalk, buildings of anyone's homes transitioned to stores as England drives past them, and despite the cloudy day-as it is common in his country-England's citizens looked fairly well.
This brought content to the English Nation, if not then pride.
Moments later, England reaches the airport, and a man in an airflight uniform is standing just a few feet away from the street, holding a sign with the name "Arthur Kirkland" on it. After parking his car, England exits his vehicle and addresses the man holding the sign before they both head for where the private jet is at.
The man, who is the pilot, and the other people who will be joining England during the flight, all are oblivious to who he really is, the only thought they have of him is that he's very important to the Queen, but not everyone is oblivious, the only few who are an exception in knowing his identity, or know the existence of personified countries in general, are the bosses and the maids who appears at every meeting.
The Nations security are very strict but not flawless, few people have been able to figure out some Nations true identity-occassionally it will be the Nation's own fault-and thus these people are given jobs and a large income to keep their silence, it became expensive so it just came down in simply erasing the memory of what they know, proven very effective when dealing with the untrusted and also less expensive with only the price of ingredients use for a Forget-Me Spell, one in which England is a Master of.
It just had to be done, the Nations can't afford to have any crazy curious people, Paparazzis, Stalkers, Assassins, at their door steps every minute.
Hours have passed during England's flight to America, hours of sitting in the same chair and enjoying crumpets with tea on the side, until finally he looks out the window to see the ground coming close, a bit of a bump he felt tells England that the jet has landed, and he has arrived in America.
England left the airport and waved for a taxi cab, successfully gaining the attention of one cab driver, it took only twenty minutes for England to reach his destination, the traffic wasn't too terrible but it sure was loud, typical for American citizens, as he would surmise.
Having a casual talk with the cab driver sped up the ride for England, and he soon reached his destination, thanking the driver like the gentleman he is, although not one hundred percent at all times, England pays the driver and exits the cab, a large building is there right in front of him, and England wasted no time in heading straight for its front doors.
Inside the building, he walks down a long hallway until he stops when he found a sign that reads "Meeting" beside a door, England opens the door and enters a large room, within this room there are Nations present, and many were socializing to those they have no strained relationship with.
There is Italy, the cheerful Nation with his curl bobbing happily, he's conversing with Germany, a well build blonde who has a thing to keep things clean and organize, and Japan, a mysterious short man with a sense of serenity surrounding him. The Japanese Nation would occassionally converse with Turkey, the nation wearing a white mask over his eyes, and Greece, the Nation often found sleeping anywhere. Both are friendly to Japan, but not with each other.
Spain is with the South of Italy, Italy's twin brother name Romano, the Spanish Nation tries to make a casual conversation with the Southern Italian Nation but all he recieved were curse words, completley contradicting his Northern Twin in personality. Switzerland is talking with his little sister, Liechtenstein, although there are times when he clutched to his shotgun on his back when any Nation gets too close, especially Italy.
Austria and Hungary were conversing with one and another and it was a pleasant conversation until a silver hair Nation with red eyes popped up. Prussia is apparently here, even if he has no reason to be considering his current status, but England suppose that being the East side of Germany, the brother of the German Nation, Prussia has his excuses to be here if he's interested enough, and when he shows up in these meetings, he often attempts to annoy the Hungarian and Austrian Nations. Hungary looks to be trying very hard not to smack the Prussian Ex-Nation in the head with her frying pan for it would start chaos among other Nations, and the meeting hasn't even begun yet.
There's China, conversing with the other Asian countries such as Hong Kong, Korea, and Taiwan. England knows China to be the oldest of Nations in this room, he can be calm but right now the old Nation looks exasperated, especially towards Korea, the Korean Nation must be at it again in trying to take China's breast despite the Chinese Nation being a man.
There's Russia, the one Nation England prefers to stay away from, this thought is the same with the other Nations, a big man who has this dark aura surrounding him yet has this child-like smile on. Many are terrified of him, the only few who are not would be Russia's sisters, Belarus, the youngest and arguably more scarier than Russia, and Ukraine, the oldest with a much kinder heart and larger...chest area.
The Baltic States - members are Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia - were in a huddle and at a certain distance away from Russia. The Nordics - with members such as Norway, Iceland, Denmark, Sweden, and Finland - are together and standing beside the meeting table.
Every Nation of the World are here, Seychelles, Belgium, Netherlands, Cuba, Vietnam. Everyone.
Oh, and Canada's here too, but the Canadian Nation hadn't crossed England's mind yet.
England walk towards the table that extends across the room, he had his back at the door he came in from, and because of that, he didn't notice the small nation name Sealand slowly open the door, and quietly enters the meeting room.
'Alright, I'm in the meeting just like the other big countries!' The young Nation has an eager smile on, 'Maybe if I really pay attention over what everyone does in this room, I can act the same way and that way, they'll see me as a country too!'
Sealand is a small country, so small that no one actually recognizes him as an actual country, but he has a big heart and a big dream. Knowing that he would get kicked out the moment he is discovered, Sealand hurries to hide under the table, now he must wait for the meeting to start.
When England sat down on his reserved seat, a woman wearing an apron approaches him and gave him a cup of his favorite tea, memorizing this routine she always does in every meeting. England smiles in gratitude and the woman goes off to serve the other Nations.
The English Nation is actually quite pleased to see the bomb hasn't been dropped in this meeting as of yet and so enjoys this moment of peace with a cup of tea he held in his hands, what's even better is that he hasn't seen America or that "Frog Face" either, so this might turn out to be a good morning.
"Bonjour, Angleterre~"
It seems the Brit had his hopes up too soon. England growled in a low sound as soon as he sees France approach him, taking a seat right next to the English Nation, and as if that couldn't get annoying, France's reserved spot is right next to England, so there's no attempt in getting away from the French Nation once the meeting commences.
"Bug off France, I was about to enjoy my own calm morning until you showed up," England's words had the sound of utter dislike against the French Nation.
"Ah, so you are saying that I make your morning exciting?"
England is trying very hard not to punch the French Pervert in his pretty little face.
"You make them intolerable is what I'm saying," England says.
This is actually close to a routine, England and France doing their bickering like facing against an old enemy that went on for a hundred years, it was much longer than that but there was a record of such war in history.
England tried his best to zone out France even as the French Nation leans in just to irritate the Brit, but only gaining grunts as answers, so France did a new approach, one that always get the Brit every time.
"So, did you had a dream about me last night?"
England choke during his drink of his tea, coughing harshly, and France smiled in satisfaction.
"B-Bloody Frog, I swear I will-"
"By the way, have you seen America?"
France's interruption had England popped a vein on his forehead, the English Nation grinds his teeth as he mentally calms himself down.
'Breathe, breathe...' After a huff, England shrugged in answering to France's question.
"Who knows? Probably stuffing his face with those disgusting things he calls food."
That's one theory at least.
But as hours goes by, and America still not present, there might be something more happening. America has this habit to be fashionably or in his words "heroically" late, but he's never been this late, and the Nation's are getting quite bored in waiting for him to come.
England looks at the clock on the wall, 'Where the bloody hell is he?' He taps his finger on the table impatiently, he would honestly be very angry if the American Nation forgot about this meeting which HE HIMSELF brought up, but that hasn't happen before, so what was taking America so long?
"This is starting to seem like a waste of time," China commented.
"Da, even more so than usual," Russia agrees, he looks at the other nations, very much aware at their stiffness like his eyes are boreing into them "Did anyone try calling America?"
"I did, but he didn't answer," a quiet voice snuck out.
"What the-Who said that?" England looks around until a familiar face caught to eye, "Oh there you are, you had us waiting America. Why didn't you speak up when you got here? That's so out of character of you."
"Um...I'm not...I'm Canada," Canada meekly says, hugging the baby polar bear in his arms. It's actually quite common that many mistake Canada for his brother America, it was even more common that many forget America HAS a twin brother.
France smacked England in the head, "He's Canada, not America."
England recollected himself from the assault before looking closer to the quiet Nation.
"Oh, so it is, good God Canadia, don't just show up out of nowhere," England was unaware that he said Canada's name wrong.
"I've been here the whole time eh," Canada added a little oomph in his shy voice, though he is quiet, Canada wishes to be noticed and even respected, tired of always being forgotten, perhaps now is the day to really say what's on his mind.
"What was that?"
England's question hinders Canada's growing courage, and the Canadian Nation ended up sinking in his seat, his whole image is practically fading away.
"Uh, I said...Sorry, I won't do it again."
England nodded with satisfaction before turning his attention to France and smacking the French Nation in the head just like what the French did before.
"Now as for you, don't smack me in the head you git!"
France gasped dramatically, "Don't touch my hair, I've worked hours to get it this lovely! Unlike the mess on your head!"
And so began the fight between two long-fueded Nations. Curses were thrown, fists were raised, and so forth. Germany just sighed at the two fighting and stands to his feet from his seat.
"We cannot waste another hour, let's just start the meeting without America, rather than discuss the topic he wanted to bring up, who here wishes to discuss their problems?"
Hands were raised the moment Germany asked. A lot of hands raised. None which dared mock the salute he knows from World War II. Good.
"Okay, we all know how it goes, everyone gets five minutes to explain their problems and we shall discuss the best solution for them."
Hearing Germany, France pressed England's cheek with the palm of his hand and pushes the Brit's face away from him.
"Well I propose that I should go first, since I am the most beautiful out of all the Nations, and-anyone-who-says-otherwise-does-not-count!" France successfully pushes England back to his seat, but the English Nation had an amused grin on.
"Ha! You think you have the power to make that work? Only that American git is delusional enough to believe that he has power to do something like that!"
England straightens his shirt and ignored the challenged glare from France.
"With that said, I suggest I should go first, my problems should clearly be the first to address and so must be dealt with immedietly."
The other Nations don't seem to agree with that.
"You are not the only one with problems, England," China said, "This is getting ridiculous, we have to address a problem and fast, 'Return of the Pearl Princess' will be showing on TV in my country soon, and I can't afford to miss it-aru."
"China is right, so I should go first then, da?"
Most wouldn't even dare to speak against Russia, hence the word 'most'.
"Like, I'm facing a major crisis in my country, so like, it's so obvious that I should go first," Poland waved his hand at Russia, earning a "kolkolkol" from the Russian Nation as the dark aura surrounding him grew more intense. The Baltic States shivered at the sight.
"As if you are the only one," Austria cuts in, "I have a problem that I wish for it to be solved, so let's not waste any more time and get this over with, starting with me."
"What about you Japan?" Switzerland asks Japan across the table, "You have anything you want to discuss?"
Japan shook his head with his arms crossed.
"I will refrain from speaking until America comes, and then I will agree with whatever he says."
Switzerland slammed his clenched fist to the table. "Dammit Japan, speak your damn mind for once!"
"Careful Big Brother," Liechtenstein says to Switzerland, "You could sprain your hand again."
"If my brother wish to speak, then let him speak," Belarius pulls out a knife and stabs into the table, her threat is very clear to all.
"Hey you bastards, I got problems I want dealt with, so I should go first!"
"Problems originates from Korea!"
"Zzz...zzzz...zzz"
And so the Meeting began for the Nations, throwing arguments at one and another save for a few who decides to keep quiet, especially Greece who fell asleep. What's more is that an actual topic hasn't even been brought up, the main argument in this meeting is over who gets to speak first.
But as they argue continuously, one Nation outside had just arrived, running down the hallway, and busting through the door, and though his sudden appearance didn't disrupt the loudness most Nations were becoming, his voice outweighs the rest, announcing his presence and surprising everyone to silence, awakening even Greece.
"Sup dudes, the hero has arrived!"
America walks in, showing no shame to his late arrival. This upsets England.
"Where the bloody hell have you been America, we had to start without you!"
"Yeah, but I got a totally good reason for it!" America goes to where his seat is but does not sit down. It was then that some notice America has something underneath his coat, a shape is seen through but it was indistinguishable for anyone to guess what it might be.
"What could it be so important that you would almost miss your own meeting America?" Germany questions, sounding just as irritated as England. The Nations watched America at first expectanting for an answer, but it changed to curiousity when America sends the maids away.
Such actions can only be done if something of high alert must be discuss in private with Nations alone.
"Something awesome, that's what!" America's response earned a hard-to-believe laugh from Prussia.
Everyone watches in slight interest when America reaches for something underneath his coat, he sang a song which were "Bumbadum bumbadum ba!" He pulls out the item and reveals it to everyone at the "ba", the item gave off a shining light, it surprised the Nations that they shut their eyes to protect themselves from being momentarily blind until the light dims, and when it did, America sets the item down on the table.
It clang like the bell of doom has been rung.
What America revealed to everyone was a sort of cup, looks to be made of gold, it's bowl shimmers in the light, with a body small, thin, curved, and it had elegant engravings on it.
Most were actually in awe at the appearance of the Golden cup, some were looking at it curiously, and a few were looking at it skeptically.
England however, he had this strange feeling. An urge the moment he gazes upon the shiny cup. He can tell right away that this cup has magic, but it was only a tiny bit, one would say it's practically useless. But deep in his heart, he felt the need to throw it away, far far away. It may be harmless with its little to no magic, yet England's heart is telling him that there is danger to this cup.
But why?
"America, where did you get that?"
England's question had a trace of unease in his tone and only France notices it, briefly looking at the English Nation in wonder. England was also not the only one who has this uneasiness upon viewing the item, those who are knowledgable, they too felt this danger signal too, all by looking at this Golden cup. Even for others who are not adept to magic, they have this gut feeling that there's something more to this cup.
"I'm so glad you ask, you see, I was just at McDonald's eating like ten burgers until I looked at the time and found out I was gonna be late. I really wanted to talk about how we can make robots to fight alongside soldiers in war and also how they can help fight off a possible Zombie Apocalypse. So I took a short cut here by walking but for some reason I ended up being in a forest!"
A forest? England raises an eyebrow at America's statement. There couldn't be any wilderness for miles.
He felt goosebumps when he heard Russia chuckle.
"Did you get lost in your own country America?"
The American Nation glares at the Russian Nation, "Noooo I didn't get lost in my own country, I'm not Austria."
"Hey!" The Austrian Nation said in offense. No one actually attempted to defend his sense of direction.
"Anyway, I was wandering, trying to find my way out when I came across this random lake. I mean it's not as random as the forest suddenly showing up, but what IS random is that someone started talking to me in an echoy kind of voice. I was ready to ru-I mean fight whatever baddie ghosts that comes in my way like the badass hero that I am, when this cup shows up in the middle of the lake!"
The Nations brows rose.
"I mean it wasn't like standing there before, it literally just rose up from the lake, kind of reminded me when Anakin shows up as Darth Vader, I mean yeah the movie wasn't that good but it had cool moments here and there like the action-"
England cleared his throat loud enough for America to catch it and get back to his story.
"Oh yeah, so the voice talked to me, and was all like "Hey, you want free wishes?" And I was all like "Hell yeah I want free wishes!" So I took this, got myself out of the forest, and here I am! So yeah that pretty much explains why I got here later than usual."
America gave a toothy grin, proud in stating possibly one of the coolest thing ever, even cooler than that wierd metal thing that you cut and it puts itself back together, because with a wish in his hand, he can just wish for ten of those, but rather than try to wish for them before he made it to the meeting, he wanted to show it off first.
But the response he got from everyone wasn't what he expected.
"Really America, do you Western countries always have to make up stories like that as excuses, I maybe superstitious but I'm finding it hard to believe that actually happened-aru." China belittles.
Other Nations nodded in agreement, save for some like England who still had their eyes on the cup.
"You are having hard time to admit you forgot meeting, da? It's okay, I'll be the only one to laugh at you," Russia said smiling.
"America, we were waiting for more than two hours, the meeting was just about to come to a close, the least you can do is make up an excuse that's actually believable!" Germany strictly said.
Every Nation nodded, making America gasp in offense.
"But, I'm telling you all the truth," he points at the cub in front of him, "This thing can grant wishes!"
"Correction America, I can grant one wish."
The Nations were startled when they heard the first two words spoken in an unfamiliar echoey voice.
"Who said that?!" Germany sharply turns his head all around the room and the rest did the same, searching for the speaker.
"I did."
This only confused the Nations even more, some even began to panic, unaware that the speaker is sitting right in front of them, and if it had eyes, it would of made them roll.
"The cup."
Finally, everyone ackowledges - though having a difficult time accepting it - that it was the Golden cup who spoke. It had spoke with no clarification of what gender it is or age or accent, it sounds so other worldy, so ancient even.
"Hey look at that Germany, that golden cup just talked," Italy said, "Wait. It talked?!"
Germany didn't respond, blinking slowly and wondering if his hearing is good. Did he actually hear that golden cup talk? He snaps out of his shock and spoke to the Golden cup, probably get himself check by a doctor later.
"Uh, did you just spoke?"
"Yes."
Many gasps in shock, others were silent but their expression says that they too were shocked.
Germany took another long blink, his mind slowly comprehending this.
"...what are you?"
The golden cup remained silent for a moment, and all Nations leans in to hear it's answer.
"I'm the Holy Grail."
Many eyes widen.
"The Holy Grail?" Italy has heard of it, in legends and myths, and even said to have been a cup that held the blood of Jesus Christ, but the Holy Grail was never mentioned in the bible so Italy concluded to be just a myth. It seems that it might not be a myth after all.
"You are the Holy Grail? Like one from the legends?" Hungary said, she had skeptism in her voice, pretty much all the Nations has heard of it but they never came across it not once in there life time, there have been people who claim to have possession of it but they were just people looking for attention, and there wasn't much to prove if it was something holy and not just some old cup.
"Yes," the Holy Grail said, "I am as you have heard of me, I am an ancient artifact who has lived through centuries, and what America says is true. I am able to grant a wish."
Everyone was staring at the Grail, some in amazement, others were staring at it cautiously, but with Japan, he was staring at it thoughtfully, and it was the wish part that caught his attention the most.
'The Holy Grail. Able to make wishes. This reminds me of something.'
He wasn't talking about the legend of the Holy Grail, it was the specific idea of this artifact able to grant wishes that it sounded familiar to Japan, but from where has he heard of this?
"Yes, it is just as America has said," the Grail pauses, "At least, somewhat accurate if we are to put it in his words."
"Ha, see, I told you!" America grinned in seeing everyone's reaction. Russia especially looks really surprised, making the American Nation grin even wider.
"Wait a minute, I thought you didn't believe in magic America," England points out.
"Cause Magic isn't real, duh."
"Then how else would this 'Holy Grail' grant wishes?" England is sure that it has magic, which was strange how it has "Holy" in its name, perhaps the sound of it is fitting to the Grail.
"What else? Dude this thing came from outer space!"
The English Nation smacks himself in the forehead.
"You know how we wish upon a star and we get what we want? Dude it's so obvious that it was the aliens trying to be friends with us by granting wishes!"
"Aliens don't exist you git, this is obviously the work of magic!" England knows this to be true.
"Dude, Magic isn't real, it's so Aliens trying to be a bro with us," America moves his attention back to the Grail, "So what planet did you came from? You ever met a guy name Tony, oh dude, I should totally make you guys meet, you're gonna get along with him so well!"
"...I am not from outer space, America," the Grail said.
America looks at the Grail in confusion, "Huh?"
"England is correct, I am made of magic."
The English Nation smiles victoriously, "Ha! In your face, I told you magic is real!"
"Dude come on, you're just joking, right?" America placed his hand in the bowl edge of the cup like he's holding on to a shoulder.
"I am not," the Grail simply said.
"Are you the actual Grail said to have carried the blood of Christ?" To Hungary, this seems very skeptical.
"It is a name given to me, so I just went with it. My own origins is a mystery."
"Whether it is Magic or from Outer Space, America says you grant wishes?" Russia was the first to stand from his seat and walk closer to the Grail, his action causes a chain of events for other Nations to get up just for a chance to look at the Grail up close. A few remained in their seats.
"Is that really true-aru?" China goes closer to the Grail and studies it with interest.
"It is. I have the ability to grant any wish," the Grail answers.
The Nations are in awe at this info, even from the Nations who are still in their seats.
"Did you hear that big brother?" Liechtenstein asks Switzerland, "That Grail says it can grant wishes."
Her interest over the Grail soon became enchanted when the Grail glimmered in the light briefly, making the Nation stand from her seat and attempt to approach the Grail for a closer look as well, but Switzerland grabs her by the shoulders, stopping her from going any further.
"Don't get close to that thing," Switzerland eyed the Grail with clear suspicion, and even dislike since it manages to pull Liechtenstein to it. "There's something about it I don't like," he was relieved to see Liechtenstein nod and sit back down.
"So like, you can grant any wish? I am so going to take advantage of that!" Poland had excitement in his tone.
Sealand decided to hide no longer and crawls out of the table with his head sticking out.
"I can wish myself to become a big country!" He says loudly in excitement.
"Sealand?! How the bloody hell did you get here?!" England's question went ignored as another spoke an interest for the wish.
"With a wish like that, I can wish for never-ending pasta!" Italy said happily.
"I can use that wish for me and big brother to finally get married," Belarus' interest in the wish sends a shiver to Russia's spine.
"I be interested in making a wish so I can get Prussia to shut up for once," Austria's wish brought support from Hungary.
"Yeah? Well I can use that wish to have all of you bow down before my awesomeness!" Prussia says enthusiastically, "Oh, and free drinks from every bar I go."
"I can have that wish to take all the beautiful things to my home, including those that are hard to get, ohonhonhon~," France smiled.
"Can you be any more of a predator?" England asked.
"Hey! I treat everything beautiful with sincere love!" No one really stepped up in defense for France, save for Spain and Prussia.
The Nations who are standing talk excitedly to each other in what wish they want granted, even the ones seated can't help the temptation in what should be granted. A chance to make their life easier, or if it is possible to have something bigger be granted, they can wish for so many problems around the world to be dealt with.
"Did you hear that Doitsu?" Italy comes to the German Nation's side, "We can make a wish! What wish do you want to make?"
Germany doesn't really look as excited as most, he's actually just as cautious as the few who were eyeing the Grail in suspicion.
"I don't really have a wish in mind Italy. I'm also still having trouble believing that this is really happening. Japan, what do you think?"
Germany turns to Japan, but he was surprise to see the Japanese Nation's expression so deep in thought rather than it's stoicness, though Germany can understand Japan making some kind of reaction when a wish is involved, but this one seems troubled.
"Japan?"
Japan eyes widen briefly before looking back at Germany.
"Ah, forgive me Germany-san," he looks at the Grail, "It's just, I know I have heard of something like this from before, somewhere from my country maybe?"
Before Germany could ask further to what Japan meant, many Nations moment of looking forward to have their desires be granted ended when the Grail announced troubling news.
"However, I am only able to grant one wish."
The talking cease, allowing the Grail to continue.
"And it is not one wish for each person, I am only able to grant one wish for one person."
The revelation of this caught everyone off-guard.
"One wish for one person?" England's eyes widen.
The Nations looked at eachother, their expressions were that of someone in shock. A wish for only one to make. If that's the case, then who should have the privledge?
Without another word, America grabs the cup and brought it closer to him, "Well since I found it first, I'll make the wish!"
Before anyone could respond, America started rubbing the cup like how one does to a genie lamp.
"Okay so I'm thinking of a life-time supplies of burgers with extra cheese and beef, wait wait wait, I wish for a lifetime supply of GIANT cheese burgers-"
England swipes the Grail from America's hands, shocking the American Nation.
"As if I let you have the wish, you didn't even believed it was magical," England then proceeded to do what America just did and rubs the Grail, even though he has no idea if this is what he's suppose to do to have a wish granted.
"I have a better wish, and that's to forever change France's face into a frog," England tried it before but he never had the right ingredients for a spell to do that and remain.
"Well I wish that you would have actual catipillars for eyebrows!" France swipes the Grail from England's hands, but just as he took it, China grabs the Grail but France still holds it.
"The only kind of wish you would make is a waste! We can have anything granted, even world peace, and you would use a wish for immature things?!"
"Da, so I should make the wish," Russia comes in and to everyone's horror,takes hold of the Grail by the edge of it's bowl but France and China still held on to it, much tighter than before now that Russia is planning to take the Grail.
"Oh hell no you commie! No way am I gonna let you wish for something crazy!" America reaches out and grabs on to the other end of the bowl of the Grail, trying to take back what he had found first, but not one Nation loosen their grip.
"Give me that! I know more about magic than you gits!" England then too reaches out and grabs the body below the bowl.
"Hey, how come it should only be you guys who decides who gets the Grail?!" Turkey yells.
"Yeah, like, I totally called dibs on it!" Poland joins in.
"The Grail belongs to Korea because it originated there!"
"No it did not!" China dismisses Korea's claims.
"Amigos, can't we all calm down, this is getting a little too out of hand," Spain tries to bring reason.
"The Holy Grail will be mine, I will make Big brother become one with me!" Belarus declares and gets on the table.
"Belarius! Please sister, get down!" Ukraine can only watch as her younger sister runs across the table and takes a hold of the Grail. Russia grew terrified, like never before seen.
"I declare the Grail belongs to me because I'm awesome!" Prussia also gets on the table.
"Prussia, get down from the table you dummkopf!" Germany's command went to deaf ears for the Prussian Ex-Nation.
"Everyone stop this senseless or I'll use my frying pan!" Hungary's warning also went ignored, even when she pulls out her frying pan.
"Everyone! Please! Calmati, calmati let's all just think about this over some pasta!" Italy tries to bring peace by waving a white flag around.
"Are you all idiotas? Your going crazy over some stupid cup!" Romano can't believe just how everyone is acting, there have been dumb things happening in every meeting, and by far this is the dumbest he has ever seen.
"Hey come on Norway! The King of Europe wants free beers for life, so stop pulling my tie!" Denmark wabts to get close to the Grail and join the fuss, but he's held back by Norway who is pulling the Danish Nation's tie.
"Sit back down you idiot, it's chaotic enough as it is. Also, I don't really like this 'Holy Grail'," Norway expresses his thought of the Grail, face expressionless.
"Move it you jerk England. I'll get my wish and be the biggest country there ever is!" Sealand climbs up from England's back.
"Sealand, no! Sweden help me!" Finland doesn't wish to see Sealand get hurt and so asks for Sweden's support.
"Sealand, listen to Finland," Sweden said. It made no effect.
The room is filled with chaos, even more so than usual. There are Nations yelling and fighting for the Grail, reasoning from other Nations went to deafs ears of those who desires the Grail, a few remain silent because they know that it would only get worse if they join in the yelling, it would seem that this would go on for a while, even pass the time the meeting is suppose to end.
That is when the Grail spoke again.
"There is one way to settle this dispute," the Grail sounded unhidered even as Nations pulls the item apart from different direction, miraculously remained in one piece.
"If one can not agree that the other should have the wish, then they must earn it themselves."
The Grail's words brought silence to all.
"How do we do that?" America asked.
The answer given was not a pleasant thing to hear.
"By competing for it. To put it in a way you may all understand, each of you will represent your own faction, the remaining single participant who still stands will have their wish."
Never has the meeting room be this quiet, so tense that it can be cut. Germany's eyes narrowed at the Grail.
"Are you suggesting that we should all go to war?"
"It is how it is done in my book," the Grail answered.
"What book?" China asked.
The Grail was silent for a moment before explaining what it meant.
"This is not the first time I have been discovered, and there have been fights like this one over who shall have the wish, it was then that one of them suggested that a competition should be done, and that the winner will have their wish granted, it was call the Holy Grail War."
Japan is hit with another familiarity again.
'I know I heard that from somewhere.'
He tries to search through his memories, possibly it was from a specific anime where he has heard of this, but the Nations brought him out of his thoughts when the room is filled with yelling again.
"You expect us to just declare war, a World War III-aru?!" China said.
"Dude, we got like enough problems in our hands, we can't be spending more of our time for another World War," America said.
"I very much also disapprove of this," England said.
"Then have you decide who should have the wish?" The Grail questions.
"It's me!"
Most of the Nations said in synchronize, they then looked at eachother in disbelief.
"I have an idea," all heads turn to Germany, "We should all discuss what the one wish should be, China suggested world peace, and I am in favor for that, an end for all world conflicts among our citizens."
Everyone spoke softly to one and another, considering to be in an agreement with that wish.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple."
The Grail is recieved with confused stares.
"It's as I said, only one may grant the wish, it cannot be a single wish made by all of you, and that's only to say if that is what you truly want."
"What do you mean by that?" Germany questioned, his frown shows that he is becoming very truly distrustful of the Holy Grail.
"I am not like how a genie does when granting one's wish by words alone, and it cannot be as simple as "I wish for world peace" either. For the wish itself, in what way can the wish be granted? How should there be world peace?"
"Well, can't you just snap your fingers and then 'boom', wish granted, just like that?" America said.
"It doesn't have fingers you twat," England said.
"It's much more complex," the Grail explained, "Let's say that you wish to save the world. How should the world be saved? Should the on-coming meteor be destroyed? Should you gather all the wrong and slaughter them, and only protect the right?"
Interesting choice of words the Grail used.
"I am only able to grant a wish in a way the wisher can comprehend. I need specifics, and if the wisher can't be more specific, then that's when I look into their hearts, and grant their desires that way. It's just how I am made."
The Nations were stunned by the Grail's rules, they not only have one wish with one person able to grant it, but it has to be a careful wish at that. They never thought granting a wish could get so complicated like this.
"I have a question, Holy Grail," China raises his hand, "You said that you are able to only grant one wish for one person, was it always like that-aru?"
"Yes, even from when I was made, I only have enough power to grant one wish to a single person."
"Then I am safe to assume that the people who has found you before, that not even one, has made a wish."
The Grail remained silent.
"What happened to them?"
"Dude, I bet they lost ya, if that didn't happen I would never have found you. They must totally feel so freaken stupid!" America grins at the funny thought.
"Is that what happened?" France questions the Grail.
"...No."
"Then what did happen?"
The Grail held back its response, if anyone thought trying to read thoughts from expressionless characters in this meeting are hard, try something without a face.
"They all died."
Everyone was taken aback.
"One survived for a moment, the last one to survive the Holy Grail War, but he met his death even when he had me in arms reached, it would be for the best anyway."
"Why do you say that?" England asks.
"Despite the last group who found me had good intentions, their good intentions became corrupted the moment they started killing each other, they became too greedy and too self-righteous. One wish for example was a man who wanted all the evil in the world gone, but unaware of his own evilness, his heart and mind were so filled with darkness that his impression to destory all the evil in the world adapted to a wish to kill all the people in the world save for himself."
The Nations flinched, a very unsetteling feeling grows in their stomach. To think that the world could of been in ruins from a wish, and they were oblivious from it. It should be consider an utmost feeling of gratitude that America not only found it but also didn't wish anything stupid, now if a mentally unstable person were to get that however...
If anything catastrophic had happened, the Nation's would have been caught off guard, and no one would ever know how it had happened or how to stop it.
"In the end, it ended with no winners which I am grateful for. Their desires led to their own end, now I could only hope that you all have a much purer heart than the last."
Germany thought over the Grail's words and then looks at Italy.
"Well, Italy is certainly the most harmless one out of all of us," Even if Italy were to fail wishing for an end of all conflicts and instead wish for never-ending Pasta, it would at least be harmless, and it's better to wish now then ignore it in case someone else were to wish for something catastrophic.
"Wait a minute," England said, "I am more experienced than all of you in magic, and I at least know for certain that my heart is the purest considering that none of you can see what I can, so I should make the wish."
England chose to ignore the feeling he had against the Grail, if what the Grail says is true, then by all means does England feel he has the right to own it.
"Oh please, if anyone has the purest heart, it should be moi considering that I am the Country of Love," France argued.
"Dude, I so totally should make the wish. I found it first!"
Just when another arguement is about to come in play, Russia spoke.
"It seems that no matter what way we try, no one can agree in who should be trusted to make the wish, da?"
At Russia's words, the Nation's looked among eachother and then to the Nations they have a poor relationship with to which they frown in distrust.
"I should get the wish!" Most said, which led to a unsettling conclusion.
"Then it seems war is our only option," Russia concluded.
The reactions were different, there were Nations either startled, unsure, and have a look of agreement in a grim way.
"Then war it is," England said.
America frowned at everyone in the room, "Fine, I'll bring in my badass tank and beat you all with a punch!"
"Why would you need to punch us if you have a tank-aru?" China asked.
"You know what I mean!"
A tense silence follows after America spoke, eyes of distrust were upon everyone while there were eyes of worry and neutral in some.
"So...how does the Holy Grail War work?" Sealand brought up a very good point, and realization struck everyone.
"Oh yeah, yo Grail, how does it work?" America asked, "I mean, we don't actually have to kill each other right? Kind of setting up the end of the world you know."
"There is also the matter that we must discuss this with our bosses," before Germany could say any further, the Grail interrupts.
"No, you cannot let anyone else know of this."
The Nation's looks upon the Grail in surprise.
"The Holy Grail War is a private matter, if anyone else were to find out, then who knows what corrupt soul would join the war. And if they were to win? Then the whole world is in danger. I'm sorry but I strongly advise that you must leave this out of anyone's ears, even from your bosses."
"But, we can't go behind our boss's backs, we'll get in trouble!" Italy defends the mention of his boss.
"Would you risk my ability to be known around the world?" The Grail questions, "America has explained to me the concept of living Nations, as important it is to always be in contact with your boss, this knowledge must be known by you all only. As for how the war itself should be, as long as you don't actually try to aim in killing each other, it is up to you how it can be done."
"You're asking a lot from us Holy Grail," England says.
"I know," the Holy Grail said, "But this war needs no more of those who are aware of my existence, there is a rule in the Holy Grail War, never mention it to anyone else, and in all fairness, you all deserve a chance to have a wish granted, your very own. I've come to see you all worthy enough to do so even if my words may hold no close meaning to you, or if they're worth anything, but in hearing that you all are looking for peace among your people, I find myself in a safer position with only you Nations here."
The humble words of the Holy Grail had many Nation look at the Grail in a different way, if it is as old as it says it is, then it too would have seen the many hardships and even hard to swallow moments that life gives as time goes on. A thoughtful silent comes after.
"Well, there's some stuff I don't always end up mentioning whenever I go visit my boss anyway," America gained everyone's attention, "And I could totally surprise my boss with you, plus I don't know what the government would do if they ever found out, and we all know how they can be, so okay, I'll keep you a secret, space-alien dude!"
"Thank you," by the sound of it, the Grail is pleased, "And I'm not an alien, as I said before."
"So then, we keep this war a secret, da?" Russia brought up for clarification.
"So it would seem," England mutters darkly.
"Wait a minute, are you all serious?! Your gonna get into another World War?!" Romano's words had some Nations look worry, others have looks that understood what Romano is pointing out, and the rest look willing to go through with it.
"Well we don't have to use weapons," England said, "This is...a competition, yes, so I propose we all use something in this competition."
"You got something in mind Iggy?"
England's eyebrow twitched, "Don't call me that, and...I haven't thought of one yet."
"Perhaps it is best we end this meeting now," China looks at the clock in the room, "If we prolong this any further, our bosses will surely send someone to see why we are taking so long and have not called in yet."
"That would be best," Germany agreed, he then looks at the Grail, "Now, what should we do with the Grail in the meantime?"
"You may all leave me here, would it be possible for you all to return to this place, with an idea in mind in how should this war-" the Grail pauses before correcting itself, "This competition be played out?"
"I'll make some calls, don't worry about it!" America assures, pointing himself with his thumb, "The hero will make sure we'll get to come back here."
"Then it's settle," Germany said, "Those who wish to participate in this 'competition' shall return here, the Grail will be exactly were it is, three days should be enough time for us to come up an idea in what this 'competition' should be about, so until then, no one mention this."
"Then that's that," England stands from his chair, "Since you all refuse to hand over the Grail, I'll just have to take it by competing for it."
"Dudes, I'm so gonna take on all of you!"
"We shall we soon enough America, da?"
"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but if it's just so some of you would not wish for something so ridiculous or world threatening, then I shall participate in this as well-aru."
"It seems I will personally show off my beauty in battle once again, though even if it were something different, I will still win."
"I don't really know what we are gonna do, but I'm willing to be by Germany's side and give him my support!"
This earned a grimace from the German Nation, but also a hint of appreciation that Italy is willing to support him. Like the others, he wants to avoid anyone to make a wish that will affect the world in a bad way, so he will have to participate it for not only that, but also in an attempt to bring peace among his citizens.
Japan remained silent, still in thought over the Grail, but also having an interest to it, perhaps he can talk to Germany in working together over this matter.
"Then it's understood," Germany said, "Three days, we will return with an idea, does anyone else wish to speak?"
No one spoke.
"Then the meeting is adjourned."
One by one, Nations gets up and leaves, as they do, many look upon each other with challenged glares, like the Olympics is just around the corner, only this time, instead of eyes that looks forward to show off, they were much less friendly.
Switzerland and Liechtenstein were farther away from the other Nations, the Swiss Nation in particular was angered by how many of the Nations were approving to this 'competition', they can call it whatever they want and it wouldn't matter.
It's still a war.
"Big brother?" Liechtenstein gained her brother's attention, "Is there going to be another war?"
Switzerland stares at his sisiter for a moment with no reaction before nodding, "Yes but we won't be a part of it, we shall remain neutral as always."
Liechtenstein nodded in understanding, silent for a moment, and then asked the Swiss Nation another question.
"Why don't you like the Holy Grail?"
The mention of the Grail had Switzerland look back at the it, seeing the cup sitting motionlessly and innocently, or so what others would describe it, except for Switzerland. When they were out in the hallway, a way to be certain that the Grail would not hear them, Switzerland answers to Liechtenstein.
"I don't like it because I know it's hiding something, it also basically told us it doesn't like anyone to fight for it, yet it encourages the idea to us anyway. There's just something more to that Grail, which is why I want you to stay far away from it, alright?"
Liechtenstein nodded, "Yes brother," but she's still confused in how a golden object could be dangerous in anyway.
As it turns out, Switzerland's suspicions of the Grail is proven justified, for if the Grail had a mouth, it would of smiled in seeing many Nations be willing to compete for it.
"Bloody idiots, they should have given me the Grail but nooooo, they want to have it for themselves because they're selfish gits."
It's been a while since England came home and is exhausted beyond means, taking his coat off and hung it on the coat hanger and then removing his tie with an irritated sigh, he felt the temptation to drink alchohol, a shame that he doesn't have any in his house, which always lead him to go to the nearest pub, but right now, he's just not feeling the news to go out right now.
Though there was something off about the 'Holy Grail', if it can really grant a wish, then England voted for himself to have it, he has experience in handling magical objects, and no one else could have a purer heart than he, not America, certain as hell not Russia, he refuse even Italy to try it for fear that the Italian Nation would wish for something idiotic and useless, when a wish like that could be use to end all conflicts around the world, not one between the Nations, just the conflicts that exists between people, so that there can be no more wars, no more bloodshed, losses, and tears from their citizens.
True that England was a pirate once, but it was such a long time ago, surely his past can't effect him now. Also, there is no telling if the other Nations would have a much more selfish wish, so with no other choice, England must participate in the Holy Grail War.
'Another bloody world war,' this thought echoed the Brit's head none-stop since his flight and drive back home, despite calling it a competition, it's clearly a war, and in every war it's hard to have one without any bloodshed, and considering that there is a wish as the prize, guns will be raised in desperation to obtain it.
Memories of every war England has participated in the past flashes before his eyes, so many.
There are wars happening around the world right now, so it's predicted for the English Nation to be in a bad mood, and out of all the wars currently happening, a new one suddenly pops up, a war against every Nation who has their eyes on the Grail.
And not a single soul beyond that meeting is even remotely aware, not even their bosses. They're certainly going to get an earful if their bosses ever found out, especially over something this crucial.
Now's not the time to question the wisdom in declaring war he told himself, no point in doing so since it seems most are agreeing to the idea. How ironic it is, for once an agreement is made in the Nations meetings, but not the kind of agreement England actually likes.
He was uneasy, especially since he has no clue about what one should do in the 'Holy Grail War', or if it should be call that, 'The Holy Grail World War I' seems like a much more appropriate title, but it certainly is a mouthful. So to settle his uneasiness, England goes to sit down in a chair, placed right beside the bookshelves where well known books are in stock, and pulls out a random book to do a little light reading, maybe later tonight he can figure things out, like how to prepare himself for the upcoming war.
However, when England opens the book to a random page, reading it with odd symbols beside it, he realizes that he has pulled out his spellbook, he was about to put it back when a certain spell caught his attention, and it is this spell that made his eyes widen, an idea appears in his head as he grins.
"So if it's a war they want, a war that always involves an army, then it's a war they're going to get."
With that said, England gets up from his seat, quicker than one could blink, and grabs a black cape which he always uses when Magic is about to be done by him.
What magic spell is England planning to do? It is the spell he read from the book he opened, a magic spell which is to summon warriors from the old times.
He goes down the stairs to the basement, he walks through a hallway before coming across a door and enters a dark room, he flicks the light switch on and gathers everything he needs to perform the spell.
From a drawer, England pulls the drawer open and takes a chalk, with the spell book still in hand, he draws on the hard floor, glancing over the picture in the spell book to make sure his drawing is as precise as the image of the summoning circle on the spell book.
After finished drawing the last of the many symbols within the circle, England threw the tiny chalk aside and goes to his closet where he takes out a bag of mystic ashes and pours it over the summoning circle and matching the lines, the ash glittered as it fell from the bag.
With this step done comes the next, England sets aside the half-empty bag of mystic ash and approaches his alchemy station where small shelves are nailed above the station, sealed glass cups with colorful liquid are in it, powdered ingredients, and items such as a giant's toe are set in the shelves, all labeled.
Reading the spell book carefully, he finds himself pleased to see he has all the required ingredients for this spell to work.
First he works on the potion, then the powder, and then mixing the potion with the powder, adding in unicorn hair and a Giant's toenail, and the last two ingredients. Melted Silver and Iron.
When the potion is complete, England carefully handle the glass bottle with one hand while in the other he still held the book, he turns around and in front of the summoning circle.
'Summoning circle, check, made from mystic ashes, check, create a magical potion, check, pour at least five drops on top of the circle...' England looks at the potion in hand and followed the book's instruction.
'Check,' he smiled in accomplishment, 'Now the next thing to do is...oh.'
England made sure to re-read that particular sentence just to see if it was written correctly, which it is. The English Nation eyes wander around the room until they stopped at an ancient sacrifical knife set upon a table. He gently places the glass bottle down-still full with its content-and goes to get the knife, when he came back, he puts the spellbook under his armpit-a bookmark is placed between the pages of the spell England is planning to do-and uses his free hand to press the sharp edge of the blade against his palm.
'Well this is going to sting for a while.'
He slit his hand, blood immidietly draws, the blood of an old being, which was required for this spell, it would take weeks for England to go out and search for a magical creature that's live through time itself, so he had to use his own blood for the spell. He hisses from the pain but deals with it, and raises his hand over the circle.
Now comes for the final step, the chant, he read it right off the spell book as blood drops from his clenched hand and lands on the circle.
"Hear me oh ancient world, living through time and carrier of mystic power, I call upon thee for your service, to send me assistance for the coming battle I will face, for my upcoming fate that remains unknown, for my foes who awaits for me, to battle me, for this reason, hear my plea."
The summoning circle began to glow, the glow had a faint color of purple coming from the ashes.
"I ask you for not one but many, fighters, from knights to kings, from swordsmen to bowmen, spearmen, spell users, men in carriages, men hidden in shadow, men with incredible strength, heroes who has left a permanent mark in history, with an exception for one which none may heard, and one which all may have heard, let these warriors of legends live once more, let their service be given to me, let their power be use to fight for me."
The circle glows brighter, small bits of ashes rise and floats over and around the circle.
"In this war, I, Arthur Kirkland, Embodiment of England, Descendant of Ancient Britain, will lead those warriors to battle, to avert my coming doom, to take my place for whatever fate has in store, to defend me as their Master, as they my Servants, answer me oh ancient world, and let these warriors give me their response."
England then closes his eyes, for the next chant he has to say required no reading, for he memorized this chant all too well.
"Santo Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora The Explorer. Santo Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora The Explorer..."
His eyes shot open, his emerald irises flashed.
"I've summoned you, from the world of the undead, answer my call, reveal your-"
Behind him, the door to this room suddenly opens with a bang.
"Sup England, you got a sec?!"
Startled from America's sudden appearance, England drops the book and when it fell to the ground, it knocked the glass bottle over, spilling its content over the summoning circle.
"No no no no!" England can only watch as his potion spread across the floor and making contact to every line on the circle, what happens next was actually surprising for the Brit.
The liquid is drawn to the ashes like metal to magnet, it travels from one line of ash to another, the liquid coats the ashes, covering the purple glow with silver, and when the lines of summoning circle is fully covered, bright blue light shines underneath the silver coat of the liquid, it then changes to red, then to gold, to teal, to black with purple, to grayish dark blue, to black with red, it continues on a series of colors, from blue with red, to pink, to indigo, to purple, to gray, to red, and finally finishes it off with a bright blue before the light dies out.
The English Nation stares at the summoning circle with his jaw dropped, by now there should of been warrior standing before him, but there were none, which means the spell has failed, so believed the Brit.
"Uh, is this a bad time?"
America's words brought England's blood to boil, he clenched his already wounded hand before fully turning around to face the oblivious American Nation in anger.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?! You ruined my chance to win the Holy Grail!"
America jumps in startle, he even raises both of his hands just in case the English Nation would straight up start attacking him.
"Because of you, the spell is completely ruin, do you want to win the Grail so badly that you would sabotage my work! For shame Alfred F. Jones!"
Now America truly knows how far he has anger the Brit, for him to hear the English Nation call him by his human name.
England furiously sighed through his nose and turns back around to face the summoning circle, getting down on one knee.
"It's a complete mess, I have to start everything all over again," England's two fingers hovers over the circle.
"Bloody hell, I even used the last of my ingredients, it'll take days to look for them, now go away America, I'll have a busy schedule starting no-"
He touched the coated ashes, and a shock struck his hand as sparks surrounds it.
"GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!" Were the words that spilled out from England's mouth as he fell back, griping to his shocked hand in pain.
"England?!" America watched England fall, he quickly enters the room and was about to be by England's side, but what happenes next made him stop in his tracks.
Light sprouts up from the summoning circle, forming into a wide beam, shocking England and America, the light grew more and more intense in brightness, a great amount of power is felt from this, the light became unbearable to look at anymore, England shuts his eyes tightly and America did the same.
The two Nations then heard noises, like something is breaking through stones, it took England a moment to realize that the light from the summoning circle is so intense, it's breaking through his basement ceiling.
As all this was going on, England felt a burning pain from his hand, specifically on the back of his hand, he had his eyes closed, so he didn't notice a picture begins to form in red light on his back hand.
A sound like a barrier has been broken through reached the Nations ears, concrete and wooden debris fell on top of England's and America's heads, their hair being blown wildly from the strong wind that circulates the summoning circle, they heard more noises of barriers being broken through, which means that the light has broken through England's first floor, possibly his second floor, and when he heard the third noise he guessed that this light broke through the roof of his house.
He assumed that when he does the spell he was going to have quite a show, but he never expected it to be this intense!
Finally, the light dies down, but what England and America doesn't know is that from outside the English Nation's manor, what burnt through the roof of his home, is a shining orb that went higher and higher until it was above the clouds, and the full moon made witness to this shining orb of light be separated, like fireworks, sparks spreadout, and each spark went to different directions, out they go, searching for an appropiate place to fall into.
England slowly opens his eyes again as America did the same, and when they did, they were speechless with what they're eyes were met with.
Standing right on top of the summoning circle is a girl, looking no younger than someone in her teens, her eyes closed, she wore an old style blue dress, she wore not only a dress, but steel armor over it, an armor that protects her chest, steel plates falls to the side of the girl's dress until they stopped when they were near its edge, she wore armored gloves, as well as armored boots, her golden hair is tied in a bun with a blue bow and her bangs swayed gently.
England stares at the girl in awe and wonder until something else caught his attention, it was what the girl held in her hand, though it may look like she is gripping the air, a cloud of dust appears all around the girl thus allowing England to see the girl is holding an invisible weapon. Is it a sword, an axe or a bow? He can't tell, his eyes are unfocus.
"I ask you."
England flinched in hearing the girl speak, her tone sounding mature in contrast to her youthful features, he watches as her eyes open as if awakening, and allowing his green eyes meet with another pair that belongs to the girl, similarities shared added with experience.
England's heart skipped a beat.
"Are you my Master?" The girl asked, just as the clouds were clearing from the night sky, the full moon showers it's magnificent glow, through the hole of the roof all the way down to the basment, over the armored girl.
It took England a moment to understand what was happening, the spell has worked, but not what he has expected, or what he has intended, little does England know, he has broken through a certain barrier, and brought in a being from another dimension.
"Dude," America began, "Sweet special effects! I'm totally using this at the next Super Bowl!"
This will not be the only odd thing the girl, known as the King of Knights, will hear in this beautiful and strange world.
To be continue.
Cue the Hetalia intro.
But rather the all so familiar title, a new word slowly starts to show, as grand music plays, the title shows itself more, with the earth spinning behind this new word.
As the music comes to a finale, the new word finally shows, and it reads...
"Fatealia."