I have no rights. (TLT)

So I finally came around to upload that. And before any of you flame me. It's CRACK. Don't take any of this seriously. I didn't either.

Ivan and the bear

By Koschai

'Okay, lad. Now just… - relax, okay? You know what I meant with mediating, right?'

America snorted, annoyed.

'Of course, Arty. You only repeated it every second minute or so.' He gave England an exasperated look. 'For the last three hours.'

England huffed, book open at the concerning pages next to him. 'Well, I only want you to be careful. There's so much that can go wrong during animagus training...' The other trailed off.

'You mentioned that.' He deadpanned. 'What I can't understand is why do you want me to do it so badly then, eh?'

Apparently, England wasn't just overbearing, he seemed to have selective hearing too, for the sand-blonde simply settled down on the couch across the room, as if he hadn't said anything in the first place. He scowled.

'Well, I start now.'

He saw the other nod faintly before he closed his eyes, to follow the instructions England had likely repeated to him for what had to be at least a thousand times since he had pulled him aside during the last world conference.

To ask him to 'assist' him.

Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Well, who was so daft to arrive to one of England's Tea Parties alone? He not, anyway. So he'd dragged his brother along. And Germany, just in case Arthur wanted him to play guinea pig for one of his …meals again. But after five minutes of sitting there spooned between Germany and his brother on one of these much-too-small Victorian sofas and watching England sip on his tea and talk, talk, talk… he sincerely wished he had turned on the door step. And that wasn't even the worst to come.

England started to talk about MAGIC.

Somebody up there had it out for him, he suspected it before but now… it was official. Magic. Magic and bunny-out-of-the-hat and neon-colored tissues and what not. He felt his eyebrow twitch just by the memory of that evening. And no, England had not been so generous and spared him the experience. Oh No, he had to transform into a red-clad fox before their very eyes.

Of course, Mattie was excited.

Of course, everyone else just had to learn it now, too.

Well, not everyone... but enough of them for him to feel like an outsider. And enough to give them a reason to make idiotic remarks and, worse, assumptions. So in the end he swallowed his pride. (And no, he did not 'gave in'. No.)

And that was the reason why he was now sitting in the center of a hexagonal circle; meditating and 'channeling' his inner animal.

What.

Bull.

Shit.

And that was the first chapter. Ja, it's short. Next one's a bit longer, hopefully.