Okay, here is my second story. I know it's crap so you don't need to add that in the reviews. But enjoy! Niether England, Hetalia nor any of the charecters mentioned are owned by me- exept my OC's. If you want to use them just ask. Have a good read and then review!
Dust wipes off onto my the Brit's as he charged angrily down the hardly used stairs. He planted his feet angrily into the wooden stairs as memories of 'That Potato Eating Nazi' as Feliciano's brother had dubbed him whir through his mind. He entered the small concrete basement. Old ugly wall paper clung to the walls but had started to peel off with the centuries of neglect.
The man grabbed as many books on magic and summoning as he could find and tossed them onto the floor, then crossed over to them and looked through them trying to find a good curse to put on the German. As he scanned the books one caught his eye: "Liber Bestiarum" was written in blood-red ink on the front of one of his books that looked as if it had been bound in human leather thousands of years ago- though it was most likely that it was made in a magic thrift shop a week before he bought it.
The Brit hefted the large book onto his lap and opened it; he was greeted with a puff of dust that made his eyes water. He coughed and rubbed his nose to clear it from the mildew. He then flipped through the pages. As he scanned the pages one caught his eye: he stopped at a picture of one of the myths that floated around his country. A dragon, was painted eating a horde of attackers out side of a witches house. The summons was inked in at the bottom of the page:
1 1/2 liters of water.
500 grams of sodium.
3,000 grams of calcium.
800 grams of eye of newt.
13 ounces of crocodile teeth.
13 grams of bat wing leather.
400 pounds of gold.
72 grams of iron (powdered).
32 grams of chlorine (gas form).
45 grams of zinc (powdered).
89 liters of mercury (liquid).
1 human skeleton (only to create one drake).
The sandy haired Brit gawked at this, was this what you made to create a dragon? But the list ran on:
Depending on what species of drake you wish to summon you will need:
FIRE:
2 pounds of coal.
4 liters of any liquid lighter fluid.
WATER:
Add five extra litters of water.
3 litters of nitrogen (liquid form).
AIR:
7 extra sheets of bat wing leather.
EARTH:
800 grams of soil from any tropical area.
LIGHT: (otherwise known as a Chinese dragon)
Do NOT add bat leather.
400 grams of uncooked rice.
SHADOW:
Add 20 extra crocodile teeth.
Add 2 human corpses.
689 grams of nitrogen (liquid).
Combinations are STRICTLEY PROHIBITED, violators are charged with magyc law braking and will be prosecuted and caught.
Arthur finished reading on how to animate a dragon and marked the page with a piece of paper. Then he stood and went out to collect the basic material.
The British man jogged out of the cemetary with a body slung over his shoulder. Why did annoying Germany have to make him look so heartless? And now smell like death.
ONE WEEK LATER
"Egypt? Are you there?" England's voice crackled in through the telephone.
"Yes. What do you want Britain-" The Egyptian man yawned, stroking a skinny yellow cat.
"I need thirteen ounces of crocodile teeth. Soon would be great." England cut in, he could hear the man on the other end of the phone cry out.
"Why do you need that many crocodile teeth?"
"None of your business, now please- I can pay." He jingled a few gold coins into the hearing range of the old fashioned telephone and heard the African man chuckled.
"Fine, I will send them." Egypt chuckled.
"As soon as you can?" England questioned.
"As soon as I can." The other reassured.
By the time the teeth had arrived Arthur had managed to gather all the ingredients and had drawn out the pentacle onto the concrete floor. In a ceremonial bowl he combined them, mixing all the ingredients together and then backing out of the magic circle. He lit a match and tossed it onto the potion setting it aflame. Then he chanted the thirteen words of binding and the summoning charm and waited. At first nothing happen, all he had done was set a large bowl of crap and a dead guy on fire. He cursed under his breath for his own naivety. Then noticed that the fire had become a dark shade of gray and the ingredients had started to weld together. He saw scales start to form and then die away as the bubbling mass started to grow out of the ceramic bowl and ooze across the floor: elongating and rising onto four short slender legs.
"Bloody hell.." The Brit started to mumble as the thing shook itself and gazed at him through slit pupils, it's eyes as yellow as harvested wheat.
As soon as the magic died away and it was safe to move he imediatly crossed over to the circle and picked up a creature that resembled a skinny cat in size- but had small dark green scales. It was soft, like it had skin. He stroked it, feeling the soft scales, it was still wet. It seemed to purr, rubbing against his hand like a loving pet. Arthur felt a smile creep onto his lips, the thing was so innocent. It didn't have wings, but had told oval sacks attached to it's back. He poked one of the sacks with an awkward finger, it was gooey like an egg sack and he could feel something hard beneath the substance coating them- whatever they were. He tucked the creature under his arm, it started to play with his sleeve as he picked up the spell book and sat on the floor to continue reading.
Your new drake should be fed regularly, a chicken should suffice when your dragon is still in infantile form. The two sacks on it's back are normal, they are just it's wings forming. Your young dragon is like a bird- if it's wings are injured in any way it will be unable to fly and should be killed to put it out of it's misery.
Arthur looked at the thing now sitting on his lap as he sat on the cold stone floor and read. It blinked at him sleepily and then tucked it' head under the flap of his coat.
Drakes grow quickly so be prepared for it hunting on it's own after a while.
He looked back down at the creature. It was fast asleep. He put down the book, he would read it later anyway. The nation stood, grabbing the still sleeping creature before it fell off his lap. He trudged up the small staircase and entered the foyer. To his less than pleased surprise he found his blonde nemesis sitting in his favorite chair.
"Aw do 'ou have a new cat?" Francis said cooing at the animal, England guessed he was to far away to see the horns... or the wing sacks...
"Yeah.. Why are you in my house?" The Englishman yelped, almost dropping the small creature.
"Oh, Germany, Prussia, 'Ungary (Hungary) and moi are going out to get a few drinks, care to join?" He paused, glanced at the 'cat' then looked back up at the annoyed Arthur "Can I see it?"
"No and no." England shouted, "I mean, uh."
France looked at him disappointed but then cheered back up. "Well, I should best be leaving then. Au revoir"
It had to be the worst moment for the small creature to pipe up: It sounded somewhere in between a growl and a hiss but still caught Francis's attention as he was already half way out the door.
"Let me see it." He said crossing over to England who shrank away from him.
He didn't know what to say- He couldn't think of an excuse as France picked up the scaly bundle from his arms and looked at it amazed. "She is so cute! I love her, what are you going to name this new baby?" He said cheerfully as England looked over at the small baby human girl the Francis now hugged again as it giggled and squirmed. "It has the most amazing eyes, like yours but- Is this your child?" He said and handed the baby back over to England.
"No."
"But you look almost exactly alike!"
He played along with France "I know right? It's weird."
He looked down at the baby girl he held in his hands- she had dirty blonde (like his) big green emerald eyes (like his) and weirdly enough- thick, though not quite bushy eyebrows. (Also like his...)
The child burbled and squirmed as France started to go all mushy and tickle her.
"Well, au revior." And France turned and left. As he turned the child turned back into the dragon and France walked out of the house.
The small dragon looked up at him with it's large eyes hungrily- then clamped it's mouth around his chin- as he now figured out it had teeth. England danced around trying to pry the dragon off himself.
Hope you guys liked the first chapter! I know it isn't that long but hopefully they'll get better. Thank you guys for reading. And I know there are gramatical and spelling mistakes but other than that if you guys want to suggest names for the dragon England now has post them in the reviews! Now read and review!