Hello! Two people are writing this story Galv (G.F.) and Kat (K.B). There will be a signature at the end of every chapter, that will indicate who wrote it. Thank you and enjoy :3 ( this is also meant to be a IndiaxRussia fanfic, so don't get the wrong idea of England lol.)
Chapter 1: A Potion for Two
"Come on...it has to work...it must dammit!"
A frustrated english accent growled in the depths of a basement. The owner of this angered tone moved a gloved hand up to his mop of hay that'd known as hair (due to hours of hair pulling and the like), emerald green eyes narrowed in concentration as the cauldron in front of the figure bubbled viciously. The figure took a quick glance at a nearby mirror that was given to him years ago and examined himself. There were dark circles under his eyes as if he's never heard of the term sleep. His posture would most likely upset a few German nations: Germany, Switzerland, and probably Austria if it came down to that. Green orbs that seemed to glow in the eerie darkness reconnected with the bubbling surface of the cauldron before him as he scanned his spell book for the one chant he needed.
"Where is it...!? I-I swear if that bloody idiot touched this book- oh, thank god!" He said happily spotting the page that was marked specifically for this particular spell. Chanting what was written about 4-5 times, the liquid in the cauldron started to glow an odd array of colors. A smile so sinister, most nations wouldn't have thought this was England, had crept onto said nations' lips as he opened up a huge potion bottle that was laying abandoned on it's side. The odd colored liquid quickly filled the bottle to the brim and was sealed tightly by the Island country.
"I-I did it...this potion..."
Soon, dark chuckling filled the small basement as England thought of the perfect time to get two specific countries back for all of the hell they put him through. His mind flipped through well planned scenarios, but his smile grew into a devious grin as the perfect scenario popped into his evil little mind.
"I know...I'll slip this potion into the bloody frog's drink along with that obnoxious Americans'! Yes, it's perfect! My plan just can't fail on me after I've gotten this far into it!"
When England heard his phone buzz for the sixth time that morning, he didn't hesitate to throw the annoying item into the wall wishing it've shattered. He sighed into his feather pillow, got out of bed, and picked up the cell phone Japan got him; he felt a bit bad for throwing it but didn't regret the action. Flipping the top open and pressing the speaker to his ear, England took a breath in before he spoke.
"'Ello? This is the bloody United Kingdom whose quite tired so make it quick as hell."
"Woah dude, you stay up all night or somethin'?" That all too familiar voice started pounding in Arthur's head as a headache began for form.
'Oh god, what time is it even?'
"H-Hey, sorry about that America. I had a hard time sleeping last night. By the way, what time is it, dear?" He waited patiently for the other to respond, knowing he wouldn't use his new Iphone 6 to check the time even though he can CLEARLY see the time. While he waited, England decided to get into a comfortable outfit that he packed before going to Paris for this meeting. When the Island nation was dressed, he tries calling out to the American again.
"Hey, won't you just tell me the bloody time!? I haven't got all day you know!"
"I-I know. But dude, like really now, you're late to the meeting and Germany's pretty fuckin' pissed 'bout it." England nearly passed out when he heard America correctly. Inwardly cursing himself for sleeping in without setting an alarm, the two finished the call as England rushed to get to the meeting building. As England sat in his car while listening to The Beatles (Cuz why not~), those emerald eyes of his practically became cat like slits as he remembered the potion that was stashed away in his coat pocket.
'Ohh, this'll be a meeting nobody's going to forget.'
K.B
