D: HEEEEY! I'm gonna rewrite an old fanfic, I hope you enjoy!

A: D, calm down there girl

D: No! You calm down… Girlfriend!

A: Mm hmm…

D: On to the story!

A young man sat next to the fireplace, its heat made him feel comfortable and content. His large, thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration, it looked like it had been drawn with markers but it's all natural, he was half-way through a large leather-bound book when a voice broke his concentration; and due to the sudden alarming volume of the voice, the book had fallen out of his hands.

"England!" The high-pitched voice slurred lightly, a sign it was tired and it had belonged to a young boy, "Tell us a story! Make sure it's a good one!" the young boy beamed brightly, as if the stars shone in his light blue eyes. He held another young boy by the hand, they looked very similar, and the only thing that differentiated them was the lengths of their hair. The other boy, a quiet one he was, walked over to where the book had fallen, picked it up and handed it to the man, who they called England.

England smiled and held the book in his hands; he contemplated for a second and nodded lightly in response, making the young boys hold each of his hands and took him to the boys' shared bedroom. England pulled up a rather miniature chair and sat down, holding a book he had deemed appropriate for children when he skimmed through a selection of children's books from the room as he went inside. He cleared his throat and flipped to the first page, his leather-bound book rested on top of a bookshelf if you were wondering, leaving it to be forgotten and to be discussed another day.

"Once upon a time," England began, "A long, long time ago when people lived happily and magic could be found in every corner and you didn't need to look very hard to find it, lived a man, but he wasn't like any other man, he was magi-"

"Wait- magic?! Like the magicians at birthday parties?!" the young boy interjected, excited and intrigued at the story, the other boy stared at him tiredly as England glared, tired as well as he cleared his throat.

"Yes, magic. He was magic, made of it and could do so many wondrous things, everyone loved him because he was kind and fair to everyone. But he had one weakness: Curiosity; he was a curious, a very curious man and loved to find out new things. One day he had already explored everything on earth, but he wanted more, his curiosity never made him satisfied so he made a mirror- but it wasn't any old mirror, it was a magic mirror and it could let you see different worlds. Worlds that looked the same as the world we live in and wo-…" England stopped mid-sentence and smiled as he saw the boys, sound asleep in their beds; he stood up and placed the chair off to the side and whispered to no one in particular.

"Goodnight America, goodnight Canada, I'll see you in the morning."

England shot up from his chair, running a hand through his hair as his other hand rubbed his eyes. He groaned and looked at the time on the noisily ticking grandfather clock, half past four. He stood up and stretched, his back made a cracking sound as he yawned.

"It was just a dream," he mumbled to himself. He was thankful that there wasn't a meeting today but he regrets taking a nap on the chair, especially his neck, being quite sore from being in an uncomfortable position.

"Ah! England- you're finally awake, for a minute I thought you were dead… I bet Sealand would love that…" a young girl's voice broke the silence as the unending ticking droned on.

"Ah- Mercia, I thought you were off with the other micro-nations," England said, more to himself than the young micro-nation.

"Well… I-I was! But that is until… Ladonia and Sealand got into a fight… and… yeah…" Mercia trailed of as she tried to wipe the dirt off her pants.

"Oh, I see, how about you-" England was mid-sentence when someone began to fervently press the doorbell and knock on the door. "You wash up; I'll see who's at the door. Mercia nodded and ran off as England went to greet whoever was at the door, but the moment he had opened it England quickly shut it, obviously fuming with rage.