The Vote
Another meeting between The Magic Trio had come to an end, with their spell failing horribly. It was mostly England's fault with him checking his phone ever other minute. Sadly, he would not even tell them who he was texting, but from the smirk and look in his eye they could assume it was the French man he was currently on good terms with.
As the three magic countries were putting the candles and chalk away, Norway and Romania were talking. About England. They had enough. He was always complaining about France, then texting him and giggling like a school girl while texting the next minute. It was getting tiring.
"England, a word," stated Norway in his usual monotone. He sat down at a table he had conjured along with three chairs. He used a wordless spell to pull out a chair for the nation he was currently displeased with. When England was about to sit down, the Romanian man who was still cleaning used his own sorcery to pull it out from under him, causing him to fall. Both of the unaffected nations snickered. However, Norway was polite enough to cover his mouth, while you could not hear his laugh over Romania's.
After England picked himself up off the ground and the Balkan man went back to cleaning, Norway decided to get down to business. "We need to vote someone out of this club."
"I could not agree with you more, chap," came the English man, oblivious to what the Nordic man meant. He held back his face palm, though, and let him continue. "Romania has to go."
Norway nodded in response. This could be humorous if he played his cards correctly.
"Here's the plan, since I am the oldest, I get two votes. We both use all our votes to vote for Romania!" That was England's great plan?!
"That was genius, but won't Romania have harsh feelings against the both of us?" Asked Norway, trying to get England to mess himself up.
The older man though for a moment. "I got it! I'll use one vote to vote for myself, because Romania is most likely voting for you, and the other to vote for Romania. You will also vote for Romania. Then, it will be one vote for you, one vote for me, and two votes for Romania! He won't know who voted for whom, and he'll be gone! Then, no one will make me look like an idiot!"
Because you really need help to do that, thought Norway. He was nodding in agreement on the outside, but internally he was hysterically laughing.
As part of the rules, they each had packed up a bag with their magical belongings in it. The bag was to make sure England had no excuse to stay longer.
When it came time to vote, they each went up to the podium in the front of the room and wrote, or in England's case two. Said nation wrote down Romania's name and turned around. As if there was a camera there he held up the name, showed it to the wall and said, "No one makes England look like a fool."
Next, England read off the names. "Remember, the person with their name written down most will be forever banned from the Magic Club. First vote, Romania," he smirked as he read the name, "second vote, England. Third vote… England?!" That vote shocked him. In his own desperation he read the fourth vote. "England," he said quietly, defeated. He now wished he had actually packed his bag, as he slumped out of the room.
The two remaining males hugged, then Romania moved his head and his lips connected with Norway's. Surprisingly, Norway didn't jerk away. It turned deeper, but the author did not want to write about it.
"Maybe we could ask Scotland to join our club."
A/N: Two stories in one day! I drank Star Bucks last night, so I blame that. Points to who ever can figure out what this was based off. Please Review!