This idea was bugging me all day so I decided to write about it.
Here we go…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination!
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It all started with a bottle of wine.
There was another world meeting, this time in London. The usual chaos was going on when Alfred bumped into Feliciano.
Hard.
He didn't mean to, he was just trying to avoid a rapidly flying Gilbird. He quickly leaned back, heard a loud "Oof!" and then there were cries of protest. When he turned around a bottle of wine was tipped over and the wine itself was rushing across the table. Spreading like weed seeds. The nations who had been sitting at the table jumped when they saw it, some of them not quick enough.
When Belarus's clothes were ruined by the oncoming wine she grabbed Feliciano and tried to slit his throat.
"Ve~! I-I'm sorry Belarus! I-I didn't mean to!" Feliciano started bawling. Belarus was suddenly stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. She turned on the person like an angry tiger. But stopped when Ludwig skillfully blocked her. She didn't want to make her big brother mad by fighting one of his allies.
That didn't mean the Italian was going to get away unpunished.
Glaring at each other Belarus and Ludwig looked ready to fight.
Until someone interrupted.
"Whoa! Wait a minute! This wasn't Feliciano's fault!"
The two glaring countries turned to look at the nation who had dared to take the blame.
It was Alfred.
"Look I accidentally pushed Feliciano, he-"
"You did this?" Ludwig asked.
"Yes."
"Then L'Amerique must get another bottle of wine from the cellar!" Alfred gave Francis a grateful look. Belarus was about to jump him and slit his throat when Francis interrupted.
"What!?" England demanded.
"I said, mon ami-"
"I bloody know what you said! I will go down to get the wine, Alfred can stay up here and clean it up!"
"To late for that, amigo. Ludwig and Kiku are practically done."
Indeed they were, Kiku was mopping up the table while Ludwig, after checking on Feliciano, was hard at work scrubbing the carpet.
"W-well then he can-"
"It's fine Arthur, I will be back soon!" Alfred started walking towards the door.
"Ve~! Wait for me Mr. America!"
When Feliciano joined him in the hall, Alfred turned to him.
"Dude, please don't call me Mr."
"B-but that's how we are sup-"
"Feliciano I was practically made to break the rules! Besides there are exceptions to every rule."
"Ve~. Ok America."
"Thanks."
They made their way down to the cellar, never getting lost. Much to Alfred's dismay he realized he knew where everything was in this house. Though he remembered Iggy always telling him to stay out of the basement. He tried of coarse but, Iggy always seemed to find him right when he was about to open it.
"I bet this is going to be creepy."
"W-what!?"
"Don't worry! The Hero will protect you!"
When they got in the basement, Alfred fumbled with the side wall for a minute before finding out there wasn't a light switch.
Who doesn't have a light switch!?
"H-hold on America, I think I have some matches with me."
Who carries matches with them!?
A small flame came to life. It didn't help much, the darkness seemed to be slowly sucking the light away from the flames. Alfred stumbled forward a few steps before he felt something in front of him. It was a book and it seemed to be resting on a stand with the pages open.
"Hey, Feliciano can you bring that light over?"
"Sure!"
As Feliciano brought the light over Alfred looked down on the book. The words looked like English but it wasn't. Wait was this Latin?
"Hmmm…"
Feliciano looked at the book before exclaiming excitedly, "I can read this!" And then started reading it.
Alfred felt a bad feeling in his gut start to grow. He knew this was magic. And despite the fact he always told Iggy he could never see fairies, it was a lie.
Feliciano finished reading the words and looked at Alfred proud. Then there was a dim light.
It was in the shape of a circle with a six pointed star in the center.
They had summoned something.
Feliciano and Alfred were backing away as the light grew unbearably white and then died. The room was dark again.
Then there was a soft ball of light.
It was in a hand.
The hand slowly lifted the ball of light towards the face.
It was a woman.
She smiled at them. A creepy, excited smile.
Before they could do anything, she snapped her fingers.
Alfred and Feliciano fell to the ground unconscious.
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So like I said in the beginning this idea was bugging me and decided to let it float out there for people to read.
If people like it I will probably make it a chapter story.