Demon and Summoner
'Dammit Germanu! I fucking hate it when you attack me with that stupid-arse blitazkreig of yours!' England thought silently in his head. 'Hmph! Now I guess I have to use my ultimate weapon. There is no way in bloody hell that anyone would stand a bloody chance against it, including Germany.' England was planning on summoning a demon as payback on getting beaten up like this.
An hour later, England arrived at his house. There was no way in hell he would even use any of his allies houses, as he either had distaste for them, which was in the case of America, France, and China, or was too intimidated and frightened to even go near, which was in the case of Russia. Locking the door in the room where England was to summon his demon, as he really didn't want to deal with intruders, England prepared to unleash the ultimate weapon.
After saying the chant, England demanded, "I command you to show yourself!" However, as usual, England failed to summon a demon. Instead, Russia was the one to appear, as usual.
"You called?" Russia asked. He was smiling as usual, though England couldn't tell if the smile was genuine. Not that England really cared anyways, as he was far more concerned about Russia interfering with his plans as usual.
"I wasn't calling you!" responded England. He was growing annoyed at Russia's prescense. However, Russia started to glare at England, maintaining that signature smile of his.
'Crap, Russia is starting to freak me out a little bit,' England thought. He attempted to get himself out of the room but the door was locked, preventing England from getting out. 'Oh shit! I am trapped in a room with Russia. Can this day get any worse?' While England was freaking out over the fact that he was trapped in the same room as Russia, Russia remained calm. Though he did have a slight grudge against England, Russia liked England more than the other Allies besides China. It was obvious that Russia despised America and Russia wasn't the biggest fan of France.
"England, calm down," Russia assured, maintaining that smile of his. "At least you didn't summon America or France." That statement hit England for a bit. After thinking it through for about a minute, England realized that it would've been worse if he summoned America or France by accident. He even shuddered at the thought of summoning America or France by mistake,
'Come to think of it, maybe summoning Russia wasn't as bad I thought it was,' England thought. 'I am just happy that I won't have to deal with those two bloody gits for a while. That is, until Russia and I can get out of my room.'
AN: So, what do you guys think of this fanfic? I decided to write a fluffy fanfic this time rather than an angsty one like Duncan's Storage Cleaning Session. Please Review! :B