England sat at a table looking over a spell book of his while waiting for the world meeting to start. He was not really looking for any spell in particular, but it was better than any of the magazines lying around. They were full of the latest rumours and silly stuff that, for the most part, would never matter. He flipped the page. 'Transformations', this chapter was really interesting. Of course there were the usual frogs and monsters, but who would have thought to turn someone into a dust bunny? England flipped the page again and cringed, 'Gender Swapping'... Too many bad run-ins with that one.
"Hey British dude!" Amercia ran and slid to stand right in front of England. He currently had a grin that took up his entire face and was almost jumping up and down with energy. That, England guessed, probably had something to do with the coffee cup on his hand. "Whatchya doing?"
"I'm reading, what does it look like?" England rolled his eyes. "The question is what are you doing? Drinking so much caffeine, I don't think that is very healthy at all."
"It's not like your tea is any better..." America took another sip and leaned against the table. When he saw the worn book he paled. "Please, oh please, don't try that again!" He begged.
England shook his head. "I'm not stupid enough to do that."
"I don't know about that, Angleterre."
"Oh no, not you, Frog," England groaned.
"It was a shame that you didn't stay that way, my british friend." France smiled and winked, wavy hair tied back. He leaned against the table on England's other side. America's hand tightened around the coffee mug, which resulted in the shattering of the poor cup. Shards of ceramic and foul smelling coffee got everywhere.
"America!" England grabbed for his book and hugged it to him, like a beloved teddy bear. It was only a little stained, where as the pants of all three of them would never be the same.
"Oh no! My lovely red pants have been ruined! I'm covered in your disgusting coffee!" France sulked, even though he was the least drenched of the three. Both France and England glared at America.
"Um... Oops?" He shrugged. "Oh! I'll go get some paper towels!" He laughed and ran off yelling something about heroes.
"England! This is all your fault," France whined. At least he was flirting for once.
"How on Earth is it my fault, Frog! America is the one who spilled it." England was trying to use part of his unstained shirt to get any drops off the cover of his spell book.
France rolled his eyes, "Angleterre, you are quite oblivious..." He rolled his eyes again and sighed.
America came bursting back into the room. "Found them!" He smiled as he showed the two a roll of slightly smashed paper towels.
France walked towards the door, ignoring the offered paper towels "I'm going to get some new clothes, these won't do."
"Francy-pants is weird," America said as the man left the room.
England turned his head to focus on the American. "Do you think I'm oblivious?"
America looked at him strangely and tilted his head, "Wha-?"
"Oh, forget it..." England sighed and took the roll. "These are rui- What the bloody hell am I doing!" He pulled out his wand, which was a stick with a cute little star on the end. He sighed as America laughed at its silly looking appearance. "Tergeo!" Both of their clothes were fine again as well as England's prized book. America placed the towels on the table, being a bit sad that he had retrieved them for nothing.
Then the clock sounded and the two silently left the room to go join the madness that was the world meeting.
Edited by the awesome Psyche Rae~