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"That's it! That's really it! Get your yank' of an arse out of my house!"
"Iggy dude, you need to learn how to chillax man!" America said coolly.
"I don't have to do anything you say dammit!" Britain shot back stomping a boot on the floor in pure rage. He went to the front door, flung it open and pointed furiously at it.
"I'm going to tell you one more time! Get…out….of….my….house!"
"Man, you've got some real tight nerves!" America laughed as he downed one of Britain's scones. He scowled. "And you're cooking is as bad as ever!"
Britain's eye twitched a little. This was the final straw. America had invaded his home, seated himself in his living room, forced Britain to serve him tea, refused to leave, and now he dared to insult his cooking? Britain wasn't going to put up with that. Not one little bit.
"No sparkplug of a man that runs on pure grease insults me like that and gets away with it!" he sneered to himself. He then got a devious look engraved on his face. He chuckled a few evil laughs.
"So, the wanker thinks I need to cool down a tad does he? Well, I'll show him just how this Brit' cools down!"
Britain made his way to the cellar he kept hidden in his office. He clambered down the steps and retrieved one of his many spell books. The one he picked up had a red cover and was one of his thinner spell books. In fact, he had little trouble holding it with three fingers. This was because there was nothing serious in this particular book, it merely contained small prank and mischief magic to annoy for a brief period of time. If Britain really wanted to make America suffer, he would've cracked the big books on him like he did during the Revolution.
He made his way back up, grinning almost as cockily as Prussia. "I want to see the look on his face when I pull this one on him!" he snickered.
He went back up to the parlor and looked at America artfully. America looked back at him like he was nuts.
"What's that look for? You got an itch or somethin'?" America joked. Britain only laughed with evil giddy.
"Oh yes, I've got a terrible itch indeed! I'm just itching to show you what happens to those who push me a little too far!" Britain shouted.
America looked up in thought and then back a Britain. "You invite them to dinner and serve roast beef?"
Britain literally had streams of smoke coming out of his head from this comment. He flipped open the book and looked at the first spell that came up. He didn't really care what it was, just something to really get at America. He looked at the spell title and grinned. It was a growth and shrinking spell that was applied to food. He remembered having this spell specially ordered by the Wonderland residents, though some of the outside visitors weren't too thrilled about it, especially some girl named Alice.
It was simple enough, he could keep America under wraps for say an hour after it went into effect, then he'd let him go. Nothing extreme, just a little scare for the American.
Britain raised his hand towards the food that America was busy devouring. He smiled, the idiot wouldn't know what hit him. He opened his mouth and started to chant, not realizing that the words were not quite the same as when he remembered.
"Video mihi cibus potusque, plantare et rigare, tu quoque! Facesse dapifer magna vel minor, Quicquid animo libet! Et avertet horologii tempus, convenire vult et desiderat meam. Abrogare quod nolletis, quid mihi et cursus!"
As America bit into the scone, completely unphased and unimpressed by Britain's act, a puff of smoke exploded from his face and hands and flowed out of his clothes. His clothes crumpled on the couch where he had sat, as smoke continued to flow from the neck, sleeves and other openings in his outfit.
Britain looked on, his face turning from dominance into shook.
"That….that wasn't supposed to happen…." He whimpered.
Normally what would happen is the person affected by the spell would either shrink or grow along with their articles of clothing, but that was hardly what had happened. Britain looked down fervently at his spellbook when something caught his eye.
"Wait a minute what is…."
He carefully held one page up and gripped hold of the edge. Very slowly, he pulled apart the page which was actually two pages that had been stuck together. Horror engraved his face when he realized that he had just read two completely different spells as one.
This was very bad, this book contained simple little prank spells, but such a severe change in the verse could cause a dramatic shift in the effects. Britain turned around and held his hands to his head, dropping the book in the process.
"Oh my God!" he cried, "Oh my God, I made America spontaneously combust!"
Britain was trying to calm himself, not really wanting to think how he was going to explain this to everyone else. He was whimpering and shaking at the terrible act he had committed.
"What have I done?" he freaked, "I'm a monster! I made America explode! Who cares if he had it coming, he was so young! Such a tender age of two hundred, how could I let this happen?"
Britain felt a little tug on his trousers and stopped his crying from surprise. He heard a tiny little voice ask tenderly.
"Are you ok Britain?"
Britain looked behind him and felt himself go numb. He saw below a little figure that was eerily all too familiar. The dirty blonde hair around his little head while that stubborn cowlick stuck up. The big blue eyes that looked lovingly up at Britain's stunned ones. He was wearing a large, white, man's oxford shirt whose bottom dragged on the floor and sleeved covered the little hands and they grabbed Britain's pants.
"Why are you looking at me like that big brother?" the child America asked. "Is there something wrong?"