Obviously I don't own anyone from Hetalia, all credit and stuff goes back to the original owner. And I would like to give credit for the idea back to my brain, thank you Stevie. 'You're welcome, McFishy!'… Anyways, I'm not going to use the real names because I don't know them all, so bear through the countries names and enjoy the fandom randomness!
P.S. Better if you read this in a British accent!
~o0o~
England was sitting in his living room, actually not his living room, America invited them over. So he was sitting on a black, leather couch watching college football. America was out at McDonald's ordering enough burgers to feed an army; all England wanted was a nice cup of tea and a few scones. At least he wasn't taking England out to some stripper bar. Last time they went England got drunk, and you can imagine what happens, and got them kicked out.
Somewhere around half time, England officially decided he was going to do something more fun. So he grabbed his sleeping bag and pulled out a long piece of chalk and a spell book, then got up and tried pushing the couch into a far corner of the room. But no matter how much he tried, it wouldn't budge, so he just decided to draw on his wooden floor boards in what little space he could manage. First he drew a perfect circle, and then traced a star with all the tips touching the circle, then a few lines in the extra edges. He flipped to a random page and chanted.
"Mama Luigi has nothing on me, for I am the one you'll lastly see." The circle started to glow. "I'm the blood that runs through your veins, I'm the sword that casts off evils bane, I'm the spring breeze in your hair, I'm the spell I now cast to my brother I share!" The glow died down and England took a wet rag and started erasing it, when he got about half way he wondered what the book meant by 'victims torture'. It said something about it only working after the victim had gotten at least three hours of sleep in one period of rest. Only time would tell.
~Time Skip~
England had eaten four Big Mack's and had enough Coca-Cola to want to make himself throw up. America said he didn't want him 'wasting any of the delicious' and nearly forced England to eat another burger before finally getting the idea. He somehow carried ten or twenty burgers and three large Coke's into his room. England silently followed him and pressed his ear to America's bedroom door to hear if he was going to go to sleep, all he heard was 'munch munch munch' and the occasional 'slllllllllllllurp!' for a good five minutes.
Eventually, England finally heard America get into bed and turn off his lamp. England finally remembered that it would take a full three hours for the curse to set in, so he hung his head low and shuffled his way back to the living room. He slumped onto the couch and flipped the channel to SpongeBob Squarepants; it amused him for some odd reason, a yellow, talking sponge wearing pants in his everyday life. He realized it was a rerun and turned it to some nature channel, luckily, Man vs. Wild with Bear Grylls. He was somewhere in Cuba.
~Another Time Skip~
England glanced at the clock when the show decided to go to a Toyota commercial, it read 10:35. About five minutes past the spell to take effect, England grinned maliciously, he would check up on America in the morning. It would give a bigger surprise. England decided to get the tea maker ready and the coffee machine ready to start, he could take a big swig and when America would walk in he'd do the thing on those cheesy surprising parts and spew it out in a big mist. He couldn't wait.
England wanted to go to bed as soon as possible, so he got dressed into his pajamas and got settled in the guest room bed. He snuggled his mint bunny plush and pulled the string on the bedside lamp. The room went as dark as midnight, which it basically was, and closed his eyes. He was anxious to get up in the morning, he really was.
~o0o~
England saw the morning sun slightly showering him straight in his face and yawned, he had completely forgotten about what happened last light and got up like any regular day at America's house. He shuffled past America's room, which he could hear snoring, and walked into the kitchen to start the coffee and tea. He flicked the flat screen onto the news and watched it through the window that connected to the living room. He was stroking his ceramic tea cup in his hands and remembered he had forgotten the sugar, when he opened the cupboard to get the sugar he heard America scream from his room. He put down the cup and ran to see what had happened.
He met the American in the hallway, he had a pair of white fairy wings, a short, feathered dress, a fairy wand, and sandals with leather straps that wrapped up to his mid-calf. England nearly burst out laughing; he grabbed his gut and beat one fist against the wall to stop himself. America, however, wasn't laughing. He grabbed his brother by the shirt collar and suspended him in midair.
"What the hell did you do to me bro?" England was still smiling
"I don't know, I got bored from waiting for you to come home with the food so I laid a curse on you." America shook him once.
"Well you better change me back now!" England waved his hands.
"Wai-wai-wai-wait, think of the good this could do you. There has to be something!" America tilted his head.
"Yeah, I get to look pretty while I open up a can of whoop ass on you!" England shook his head.
"I was thinking more like you would be able to fly, use magic, make dreams come true, etc.," America squinted his eyes and rolled his wrist in pain, he raised England as high as he could until his head almost touched the ceiling.
"Well, if this is true, then let's just see if I can save you before you hit the ground." He readied his wand arm; England's smile was now gone and slight fear took its place. America let go and shouted out a Harry Potter spell.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" England's body collapsed in a heap on the floor before America could even finish 'Wingardium' America ran up to his injured brother and helped him back up, England was not amused.
"Try something a…little more short" America nodded and suspended England again. He tried a different spell.
"Fly!" Again, England hit the floor. America, once again helped him back up. England thought of a different idea.
"Just shout random spells and see if I'll be able to fly, let's try that." America nodded.
"Float!... Rise!... uh, ascend!... Yip-yip!"
"What the hell?"
"Shut up!.. um… Levitate!" England rolled his eyes.
"Try waving your wand while you're saying that." America smiled
"Good idea bro" He rolled his wrist in a circle and shouted "Levitate!" England was lifted off the ground and followed wherever the tip of the wand went. America was getting a bit carried away and pretended like he was controlling him with a Wii remote, swishing him back and forth. Carrying him down the hall and bouncing him up and down on the couch.
"O. Kay. A. Mer. Ic. A. That's. E. Nough." He was raised into the air again and glanced at America.
"I don't know how to shut this thing off!" England extended his arm toward him
"Just give it to me!" Bad mistake. America threw it perfectly towards him and the British man was thrown toward the TV, he smashed into the screen and hit the ground. The TV nearly killed him when it fell; luckily America had picked up the wand and shouted out the levitation spell to stop the TV. England threw back his head and sighed, thankful that his brother was quick to react.
"Duuude! I just totally saved you, now you have to do something for me, bro!" England threw back his head and sighed, what should he do? He can't cook, let alone grill burgers. He could hone America's skills with his book, however.
"Alright, I'll try to teach you spells and such so you can do more things." He grabbed his big, black magic book and flipped to the index page (because there is one!). He scanned through the multiple spells and words that filled a full five pages.
'Summoning, maybe. Levitation, got it covered. Transportation… Seems dangerous. Time travel, heck no.' He thought. He skimmed through half a page before finally finding a charm worthy enough.
"Pyronia, here we go!" America perked up at the name.
"Sounds like fire!" England nodded while reading the description.
"Focus on any object at any height or length away, be cautious! Able to revert… Can't be put out be water or ice, only reversing spell… Please read the lyrics to start. Okay, let's do this on the back porch."
~o0o~
England had taken a glass bowl and filled it with old newspapers, he set it on the grill. America was wand-ready next to England who was holding the spell book in one hand, and a glass of water in another.
"Okay, repeat after me, pyrote!" America flicked his wrist and repeated the spell.
"Pyrote!" The newspaper burst into flame and slowly engulfed itself; England ran up to it and slowly drenched the newspaper. The flame flickered and swirled, but it didn't die out. England flipped to another page and started.
"Say this, revocar." America swirled his hand at the flame.
"Revocar!" The flame immediately died down, leaving scorched pieces of newspaper. England started to get excited, he smiled uncontrollably.
"America, you did it! With this…blessing, I've given to you." America cut him short
"Dude, I'm glad I can set things on fire now, but do you think I want to be flying around in this Tinkerbell outfit?" England laughed it off.
"Well I'm sure it wouldn't matter how you looked, people could get used to it." America started to get a bit annoyed.
"This could ruin my reputation, bro. I don't want to have this 'blessing' you gave me." England pressed his eyes together in confusion.
"But you could save lives with this gift." America finally snapped.
"Super heroes do that, not damn fairies! Super heroes have tights and capes, not frilly dresses and wands!" England finally felt hurt.
"I-I'm sorry bro. But I don't know how to get this off you." America flipped his wrist in anger and whispered the spell for levitation. He moved England over the edge of the railing and suspended him over a two story drop, England was flailing every appendage he could. "Wait, what are you doing? What will you gain by-" England was dropped and plunged a good one story before his entire twitched and he woke up at the world conference room.