Always prepare a stiff drink when dealing with infernal creatures
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, and he could swear that he wasn't drunk when he came up with it. The first summoning was a complete failure because, he reasoned, he was trying to summon true evil, and that was something far beyond the control of even Nations. This time, he was aiming for something smaller, something more controllable, and there was no way he was going to get Russia again.
He inscribed the circles, prepared the candles and the sacrifises, and he was very, very sure that he'd read the incantations just right. He'd checked them twice (while sober, thank you very much), so why was it France who was blinking at him from the middle of the summoning circle, looking as though he had no idea why he was here?
It was the whole 'sex-demon' thing, wasn't it?
"I should have known that you were a demon," he muttered, refusing to cross the circle. So long as the circle stayed intact, France wasn't getting out, and there was a chance that he could banish the stupid frog back to hell.
"Playing dress-up again, are we, Angleterre?" laughed France, though he still seemed disturbed that only half his body was above the ground.
England ignored him, flipping through the spell-book for a banishing spell. All he wanted was an incubus to sic on that arrogant America. Was it really so hard? He took a deep gulp of whiskey (for emergencies. Really.) and turned back to look at the circle. France seemed to be looking at something underneath the floor, only his hair and hands showing above ground level.
"What on earth were you trying to do, England?" demanded France, voice muffled by the fact that his mouth was technically in another realm.
"Trying to summon a sex demon," muttered England, wondering what exactly the Frenchman was doing.
"Well, that explains things."
A third hand was coming out of the ground, followed by a fourth, and a head of dark hair peeked out from behind France's golden mane.
France had pulled his head out of the floor now, giving England a little wave. Behind him, Greece extricated himself from the ground and brushed off his t-shirt.
"Sorry for the delay, I'll take it from here."
England took another drink and flipped faster.
