(Authors Note: So this used to be a oneshot but when I put it up on my other account a few people wanted it to be a multichapter story so...I am going to try it! For that reason this will most likely be the longest chapter but it explains the situation well.
Also, I'm considering having each of the chapters revolve around a verse from the song Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland, what do you guys think about that idea?
And also this upload will conclude my story spam for now...I've got most of the ones that I have started on my computer up now.
Anyways enjoy the chaos and hilarity!)
Stuck Like Glue
Peter Kirkland stormed around England's office kicking every stack of books and papers that he could find.
" Stupid England! Jerk!" He ranted kicking at another stack of books with weird titles and sending them to join the enormous jumble quickly piling up in the center of the room.
"How dare he treat me like an ignorant child!" He continued, clenching his hands into fists, "I know just as much about the world as any of those senile old fools at the meeting! Probably more, since I have a younger prospective on things!"
He brought his fist down on his older brother's desk.
"So why does he insist that I the great Sealand am not ready to be recognized as a nation and that I need to stay here and play like a good little boy? Stupid jerk England! I'll show you!"
He gave the desk a powerful kick and instantly regretted it as pain shot through his foot and up his leg.
"Ouch ouch ouch! Stupid jerk England's desk for breaking my foot!" he howled as he hopped about the room clutching his injured foot. It was because he was so infuriated with everything England that he failed to notice the drawer that had slid out from underneath the desk until he crashed and flipped over it landing with an oomph on the floor.
Dazed and a bit disoriented, Peter looked up at the drawer sticking out above him. He might have hit his head pretty hard in the fall but he was pretty certain that the drawer hadn't been open when he first began his rant around the office. Maybe he had kicked the secret lock on the desk in the midst of his rage. Curious, he used the chair to pull himself up and sat in it looking down into the drawer. What he saw made his heart flutter in excitement and an evil grin spread across his face.
Nestled in some white cloth was England's wand.
~World Meeting Room~
Peter crouched under the table in the world meeting room waiting in anticipation for all the nations to file in. They came one by one with 'the Hero' leading the way. Peter made sure to stay perfectly still and to not breathe too loud for fear of being discovered before he even came up with a good spell to cast on jerk England. It seemed like forever till he heard an excited voice shouting out.
"Hey England sit over here!"
"Non Mon Cher sit by me." Another voice that Peter recognized as France's called out seductively.
"Why don't I just sit in the chair between you?" England's voice asked in annoyance.
"That works." America's voice sounded slightly defeated but France's sounded even more seductive.
"That's just fine Angleterre. I don't mind sharing."
Peter stopped himself from gagging as he watched the fine French shoes turn to face the polished loafers that England liked to sport. Peter watched with interest though when the smallish tanned and sandaled feet on the other side of Francis clicked together in annoyance.
Someone's jealous of France giving jerk England attention?
He was astounded that anyone could actually be interested in France but then there were some crazy nations out there.
"Doitsu doitsu vee! Sorry I'm late! Fratello and I were making rigatoni and lost track of time!"
That guy for instance. Peter smirked. Italy was the most crazy and airheaded nation that he had ever met, closely followed by Spain.
"Nein Italia, the meeting hasn't even started yet." Germany's voice sounded a bit tired but also slightly amused at the young man's antics.
"Though I think that we should start the meeting soon." A soft and methodical voice spoke from the other side of Germany. Peter watched with interest as the sandaled feet with white socks of Japan tapped lightly against the other sandaled feet beside him, "Greece is already starting to fall asleep."
"So what else is new?" A voice that sounded very much like Italy's but considerably sarcastic and angrier asked, "The bastard spends half his life sleeping."
"Romano!"
Speaking of said Spaniard earlier
"That's not a very nice thing to say!"
"Bite me bastard." Romano muttered back before he slipped into the chair next to his brother.
Spain's shoes stayed put for a few moments before they moved to take their place next to the irritated Italian.
"Yes well...like I was saying we should..."
"Aniki there you are! I saved you a seat between me and what's his face with the scarf."
"I'm Russia da." An overly calm voice whispered, accompanied by an evil aura that made Peter shiver and clutch the wand for protection.
"Yeah him!" the first voice shouted as if he didn't care, "Come on and sit Aniki! You know I invented sitting!"
"You didn't even." Another voice dripping with ice and hidden malice spoke from the other side of Russia.
Peter looked at the pristine black shoes of Belarus that were locked around her brother's ankle, and he shivered once again.
"Korea please stop shouting aru." A slightly tired and heavily Chinese accented voice spoke from the end of the table. The light slip on shoes that accompanied this voice turned to the side as he continued, "Is it all right Hong Kong, Taiwan? I did promise to sit next to you this time."
"It's fine." A cheerful female voice replied, "I'll just sit on the other side of Korea. That way we're still close at least." Small light shoes started half walking and half skipping towards the spot where Korea was sitting and waiting impatiently for China.
"Is this ok Hong?" China's voice asked again in the direction of even smaller slip on shoes.
"It's fine. I'll just sit by Iceland." Came the calm and stoic reply. The shoes turned to the other side of the table and walked around to the row of 'Nordic' shoes.
China gave an 'aru' sigh and went to sit between South Korea and Russia.
"Well now I think that's everyone so shall we bring this meeting to order." Japan's voice spoke up once more. There was a murmur of agreement from around the room.
"So it begins." Germany's voice said tiredly as if already sensing the chaos soon to ensue.
Peter just settled himself cross legged under the table and prepared to wait for his chance to 'hex' jerk England.
~SLG~
The events started happening so quickly amidst all the commotion and shouting that filled the room that Peter almost didn't catch it at first. But when England joined in he couldn't help but stare wide eyed.
It had been after a particularly ludicrous idea of America's had been shot down by an offended Swiss. America sat back down in his seat looking rejected and melancholy.
"Well it was a pretty stupid idea." England whispered quietly.
"You too?" America moaned, "This sucks for a hero."
"You're not a hero." England muttered as he turned away. But Peter watched in utter shock and a bit of embarrassment as England's hand reached over to rest on America's leg.
"At least not to anyone else." He whispered even quieter turning back to America.
The man gave a soft chuckle and Peter watched in amazement and even more embarrassment as America's hand slipped down to rest on England's and then turn it over to grasp it gently but firmly. This made Peter gasp silently and turn his head away to escape the lovey dovey scene only to be met by another across the way.
Germany had his hand facing palm upwards on Italy's leg while the smaller nation was running his fingers around in designs on top of it. Peter gaped and looked to first one side and then the other of the...couple? On the left Spain had his hand resting on Romano's thigh while the younger nation kept slapping it away to no avail until at last he seemed to get fed up and his hand gripped the other's forcefully to make him stop. This only resulted in the Spaniard's hand twisting around to lock fingers with the Italian's. Despite a slight twitch of irritation from his legs Romano did nothing to change it. Meanwhile on the other side the 'normally careful to show no outward emotion' Japan was very gently holding the hand of the sleeping Greek next to him, not to mention that their ankles were resting together.
Peter shook his head and moved his eyes around the table. It seemed that the nations of the world were a lot more friendly with each other than they let on. The entire row of Nordics were paired off and it appeared that Norway was not only holding hands with Denmark but also had his hand resting on Iceland's knee. Iceland on the other hand had fingers firmly curled with Hong Kong's.
Across from them Russia was trying to escape from Belarus as she clung to him around the waist. It was probably a good thing that she couldn't see China's small hand clasped in his large one. And next to Belarus a small hand was nervously holding onto a slightly larger one.
Peter caught his breath at this last pair of hands and backed away feeling a knot in his stomach. It was Estonia and Latvia...his good friend and long time crush.
He sat back down in the middle of the floor not wanting to see anymore and even temporarily blocking out the shouting in the room. He felt betrayed and suddenly very angry at more than just jerk England. He raised his wand and pointed it at England and America's clasped hands and muttered the first thing that came to his head.
"1 2 scidledeedoo, now you both be stuck like glue." He looked at the white mists that flowed out of the wand tip and wrapped lightly around the hands. Satisfied that it had worked he hurried over to Latvia and Estonia and cast the spell again. Then for good measure he cast it on the other pair of clasped hands next to them which he could only assume belonged to Lithuania and Poland, hence the large amount of flashy rings on the one.
He thought that he was satisfied until he remembered how Russia had frightened him awhile ago...and cast the spell on him and China.
Then it came to his mind how Italy had talked down to him like a little puppy and Germany had patted his head like a little boy. He cast the spell on them too...and Spain and Romano just because...same with Japan and Greece.
The abnormally see through and the scarily pale
All three Nordic pairs
The brother and sister and the pair between them and the pale hands...he was pretty sure they were Austria and Hungary.
When he was finished there were only a few people that he hadn't put the spell on. One of which was now looking under the table at him curiously.
He put his finger to his lips and looked pleadingly at Seychelles. She blinked at him and then looked around at all of the hands and her mouth formed an O.
"You did all this?" she whispered.
"They were all already holding hands." He whispered back, "I just put a little spell on them is all." He beamed proudly holding up England's wand.
"What does it do?" she asked with interest.
"You'll see." He grinned, "If you want you can experience it first hand."
She was about to ask what he meant when France's voice suddenly spoke next to her.
"Seychelles what is it?"
"Oh nothing." She responded quickly, "I just dropped my pencil. I'm always so bored listening to all of you older nations talking about things that don't apply to me."
"Oh hon hon." France's voice responded amused, "But they apply to everyone my dear. Come now let's see that pretty face of yours above the table."
Peter began to panic but Seychelles replied hastily again.
"Just let me get my pencil first and then I will." She turned back to Peter, "All right Sealand...what do I have to do."
"Just hold hands with France." He replied equally quickly and slightly breathlessly.
Seychelles gave him a questioning glance even as her face turned bright red but she obeyed and slipped her hand into France's as she sat up straight in her seat once more pulling a pencil from under her skirt.
Peter quickly cast the spell over their clasped hands and then sat back into the center of the floor with a sigh. His work was done and all there was to do was to wait and watch the fun that would ensue.
To his joy it was England that first discovered it.
"Would you all just shut up for a minute." He shouted angrily standing up and...pulling America a little out of his seat. England flinched hoping that the others couldn't see the clasped hands that barely cleared the table.
"Let go git." He hissed out of the corner of his mouth sending a sidewise glare at the younger nation.
"I...I can't." America whined breathlessly. It was true he was even using his other hand to try and pry his fingers off the top of England's. But nothing was working...it was almost as if invisible glue was sticking them together, an incredibly strong unbreakable glue.
"What do you mean you can't?" England hissed a little bit louder alerting Francis to the fact that something was wrong.
"What is the matter Angleterre? Have you lost all your fire already? Do you need a nap so soon?"
As if triggered by the word nap, across the table, Greece opened his eyes and yawned raising his arms and...Japan's.
The calm Asian nation let out a little exclamation of surprise and both nations stared at each other.
"Uhhh...why didn't you let go?" Greece asked softly.
"I...I tried...but...my hand wouldn't budge."
Germany stared in shock at his ally and from under the table Peter watched as he tried to pull his hand away from Italy's. Upon failing the first few times he gave one final mighty yank which only succeeded in pulling the 'vee'ing Italian into his lap.
"Germany san?" Japan blinked at his two comrades while Romano gaped and then stood up in fury, pulling a previously dozing Spain up with him.
"Let go of me bastard I have to teach this potato bastard a lesson! Nobody treats my brother like that!"
"It's ok fratello." Italy said blushing intensely as he struggled to right himself, "It's not Germany sans fault! Our hands are stuck together!"
"Your hands are what?" Romano shouted in rage bringing his hands, and Spain's, out in front of him, "Seriously perverted tomato bastardo, let go!"
"Ahahaha sorry me amore but it seems our hands are stuck together too." Spain replied sheepishly rubbing his hair with his free hand.
"Chigi!" Romano screamed and began trying to break their hands apart while Spain cried out about his nails digging in too hard.
In just a matter of seconds all hell broke loose and Peter, who had found this a good opportunity to scooch out from under the table, watched every minute of it with a feeling of sweet satisfaction.
" Aniki what are you doing holding hands with him when you've already got me?"
"I'll kill you! I'll f**king kill you for getting friendly with my brother! He is going to marry me you Chinese whore!"
"Belarus calm down please! Poland I'm trying to go this way to stop any bloodshed, why are you trying to go that direction?"
"I'm like trying to get a look at Prussia's ring. You can see it really well clasped against that invisible film."
"Kesesese that invisible film that the awesome me is clutching is actually Canada's hand."
"Who?"
"I'm Canada."
"Now we'll never be separated Austria!"
"...yay"
"Big brother is this really ok?"
"There's really nothing we can do about it now is there."
"You Asian temptress, drop my brother's hand immediately."
"Or what?"
"Come on Nor just let them be."
"Um Su-san are you actually smiling?"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Well no...I guess not."
"Latvia you're shaking."
"I think I might die right now."
"Awww Seychelles mon cheri you wanted to hold ands with me this much? I'm touched."
"I didn't know...Sealand I'm gonna kill you!"
"Sealand?..." Suddenly a pair of flashing green eyes turned to stare right at the boy and Peter gave a gasp of surprise. The eyes studied him carefully and coldly till they came to rest on the wand.
"Peter Kirkland what have you done?"
Peter jumped to his feet covering his mouth to stop the answer from forcing out of him.
"Peter Kirkland tell me this instant what you did!"
Peter flinched unable to ignore the twisting in his gut as the command of his true name worked its power and forced the answer out of him.
"'stucklikeglue'spelloneveryoneholdinghands."
"Did you like catch any of that?" Poland whispered to Lithuania behind their clasped hands.
"I think we're like this because Sealand cast a spell on us and now we're all Stuck Like Glue."
"How unawesome." Prussia said, but he was grinning, "I'm stuck to a ghost."
"I'm not a ghost." Canada protested.
"Well you certainly look like one Bro." America grinned.
England came and snatched his wand back from Sealand, dragging America along with him.
"You young man are in trouble! Big trouble! Do you understand me?"
Sealand nodded with wide eyes but he tried to speak bravely to his elder brother.
"But it was just a little spell to embarrass everybody and make them sorry for treating me like an immature child."
England smacked the boy on the head with the butt of the wand.
"You are an immature child. Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Sealand shook his head.
"I thought not. Well let me put it this way. How are we countries supposed to get any work done if one of our hands is stuck to another nations and we all live in different places. You've plunged the world into chaos!"
Sealand's eyes widened even more and he hung his head.
"I didn't think about"
"No of course you didn't." England sighed and then his tone softened and he placed his free hand on Peter's shoulder, "Because you are still a child no matter what you might insist."
Peter sighed and felt tears pricking at his eyes.
"I'm really sorry." He whimpered and then looked around at all the faces watching him, "I'm really sorry everyone."
England sighed again and wrapped an arm around the guilty boy's shoulders.
"It's all right. We'll try and find the counter spell as soon as we can."
America looked at the two Brits and smiled turning to the group.
"I'd say this meeting is over for now. Everyone go home...er to one of your homes that is."
"Come on you two, let's go find that counter curse. The sooner I get my hand back the sooner I can eat hamburgers."
"Can't you eat hamburgers with one hand?" Sealand asked in confusion as he walked out ahead of the attached nations.
"He uses one hand to eat one hamburger while the other hand holds another one." England explained with disgust.
Sealand wrinkled his nose, also disgusted, as the trio made their way out of the building and to a waiting taxi.