Warnings: Deliberate OOCness in later chapters and some mild language. Not USUK – love the pairing, but this isn't it :(
Another world meeting gone with no actual conclusion reached. Why was that not surprising?
His hands in his pockets, Britain left the conference hall with a frustrated sigh. It was all America seemed to do these days; call world meetings in order to flaunt his power and excitedly explain to the rest of the world his brilliant new scheme for tackling global warming. Usually, this involved a giant solar reflector dish in space that could be set to allow only certain amounts of light rays to pass through it, giving the nations – or at least himself – complete control over how much UV light reached their planet and eliminating global warming entirely.
Or sometimes he would demonstrate his proposal for achieving world peace; and a new program in which each nation would bring some of its native food to a world meeting and swap it with the country next to it, thereby teaching everyone to love the other nations' cultural heritage and lose all desire to hate each other. It was just as confusing as it sounded. This particular idea had been met with a horrified wail from Italy who was seated next to Britain at the time, saying that he didn't want to eat soggy fish and chips while somebody else got to eat his pasta, along with various other complaints from pretty much every other country in the room.
Britain sighed again. Stupid America; he had been so cute and playful when he was a kid. Where on Earth did I go wrong?
He wished he had somebody to complain to; Flying Mint Bunny had just last week given him a heartfelt, teary explanation that his cousin, Swimming Musk Guinea Pig, was horribly ill and he had to go and visit him for an indefinite amount of time. All of Britain's other magical friends had gone too to offer Flying Mint Bunny moral support; it had taken hours for them to convince Britain that his duty was to stay behind in case world disaster struck, and even now he was fretting that his poor friends might get into trouble without him around. It was a constant state of frazzled nerves.
Britain's mind wandered back to the meeting he had just finished; America had been as loud and obnoxious as ever. He found himself scowling; he had said all possible ways of saying how disrespectful his former brother was a hundred times over. He was sick of always thinking it.
He rubbed his temples. This was just ridiculous; he couldn't believe how much he was obsessing over America's impertinence. It wasn't his fault that the boy had grown into such an irreverent adult. America was America; he would still be America no matter who had raised him.
Right?
He shook his head to clear it. It was absolutely ridiculous to want a second chance with the little boy he and France had once fought over; it was hard enough seeing the result of his first try.
America couldn't believe how seriously the other countries weren't taking him.
He lingered in the conference room a little longer, watching the other countries file out before him. This was unusual for him; he didn't like being the last at anything.
He was sulking; nobody, not even Britain, seemed to place any real interest in what he said anymore. It was like they were only listening because they were afraid he would do something bad if they didn't.
He shrugged it off; it was their loss at any rate. How could anybody not see the legitimacy in his proposals? After all; if it was the excess UV radiation and heat from the sun that was causing the global warming, what better solution than to stop the sunlight dead in its tracks before it got anywhere near them? The solar deflector dish couldn't possibly cost more than a few hundred billion dollars, right?
He leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table. "Hey, Tony," he said unnecessarily loudly, looking at the alien who was seated next to him, utterly absorbed in his texting. "If every country in the world just came to live with me, there'd be no war, cuz nobody goes to war when there's such a great hero keeping an eye on them!"
Tony kept texting. America seemed to take this as an appropriate response and kept talking.
"Sure, whatever, I guess; they'll learn one day that the American way is the best way and the only way!"
Tony hit send.
America sprang to his feet. "Okay, so now that this meeting is over I feel like going home and playing video games! Are you in or are you in? And then we can go and annoy Britain! In fact forget the video games; let's just go and annoy Britain!"
The entire room was eerily quiet.
It was totally dark, with the exception of the dim, dancing candled that flickered from their positions on the floor, where they were arranged in the shape of a pentagram.
Various other symbols unreadable to none but a select few lined the floor and the walls; hundreds of them, ancient spells written centuries beforehand and kept alive through meticulous study and practice throughout the ages.
Standing at one of the pentagram's points was Britain, clad in a dark black robe and hood, his eyes clouded over with concentration. The spellbook lay abandoned in one corner of the room, Britain having memorised the incantation on its open page.
Britain closed his green eyes, a sad sigh crossing his lips. And then, confident that everything was well, be began chanting.
"Risus sicco celebratio vos es idoneus os lectio est vos insolitus leviculus alio! Ego caranatt puto quam valde prodigiosus ut est! Ego reperio is valde frigus! Ego hada utor a nocens reddo! Risus sicco celebratio..."
A strange light, silvery in colour, began to conglomerate in the centre of the five pointed star.
"...Lectio est vos insolitus leviculus alio! Ego caranatt puto quam valde prodigiosus ut est! Ego reperio is valde frigus! Ego hada utor a nocens reddo!"
The light began to intensify, forming a shape recognisable as a sphere. It began to drift towards the door, as if drawn there by some unseen presence behind it.
"Risus sicco celebratio vos es idoneus os lectio est vos insolitus leviculus alio! Ego caranatt puto quam valde-"
"Britain?"
"Prodigio- hurkk!"
Suddenly being jerked back to reality, Britain let out a very bizarre noise similar in pitch and tone to that of a drowning fish. "America!" he exclaimed, whirling around to face the door, where an all too familiar face was peering in at him questioningly. "What are you-"
The swirling silver light hurtled towards America.
"Holy-"
America was cut off by a sudden force slamming square into his chest, knocking him to the ground.
The fall seemed eternally slow. It threw him off his feet, sending his limbs flying out in all directions as he toppled towards the inevitable floor.
But something happened to him on the way down. It was as though a second, harder force hit him again, only this one was buffered by something else between him and whatever the second thing to hit him was. He kept falling.
And then time sped up again and his back slammed into the hard wooden floor.
"Owww!" America whined, his eyes squished shut. "What the hell, Britain! What just happened?"
He could feel a weight on his chest, and realised a second later that Britain was lying on top of him. Huh. When had that happened?
"America...?"
America let out a cough. "Wow, that was a pretty heroic fall."
"The spell," England breathed. "What happened to it?"
America opened his eyes. Everything was spinning.
"Your spell? Are you kidding me? How should I-" Something dawned on him. "Britain, what's wrong with your voice? It sounds all weird."
"...Huh?" The weight on America's chest lifted, and he sat up, his eyes still unfocused. But it didn't last long. A second later, everything became clear.
Britain and America stared at each other, neither daring to say a word.
"...Wow." For the first time in his life, America was utterly speechless.
"What? What is it?" Britain exclaimed, his voice unusually high pitched.
"Take a look at yourself, dude."
And look Britain did. Down at his tiny body which was suddenly that of a child.
Lesson I learned from this chapter: Crappy Latin translators can make anything look like an ancient incantation. Heheh...
Thanks so much for reading :D :D I will post chapter two soon :3 And in case you're reading anything else of mine: I'M SORREEEEE T^T I promise I'll get back to updating the other chapters soon T^T WAHHH D': DIE WRITER'S BLOCK, DIE!
Please review 3 I WUFFLES YOU XD
~IA