Chapter One
America was tired of being one of the youngest countries. He was tired of being, as France put it, the "naive and innocent" one. His plan was simple and easy. After all, England had power to summon demons, and he was an idiot, so THE HERO would have no problem at all sorting out his plan.
He waited, crouching behind a tall potted plant, until the familiar green-eyed man came out of his room and walked off down the hall, humming. He was probably on his way downstairs for some of his awful scones, which meant he might be gone for a good while because Italy and Romano were in the kitchen cooking. (Earlier there had been a world meeting.)
America found the key England had hidden in the leaves of the plastic plant and unlocked the door, slipping into the room and gaping as everything came into view. There were flags of Great Britain everywhere – the curtains, the bedspread, even a few posters over the walls. The carpet was a pristine orderly white, with a few exceptions like ink drops near the foot of the huge black desk.
He began his search, looking for a certain leather-bound black book he'd spotted England using before. It wasn't on the shelf – though America noticed the entire Harry Potter series and filed that away in his mind for blackmail later. "Awww man, this is gonna be hard." he complained, already annoyed with the clean room of his ex-brother's.
He moved to the dresser next, tearing open drawers and tossing practically untounched t-shirts, neatly folded vest, jeans and dress pants, and finally socks and Britain flag boxers around before he decided the book wasn't there either. He sighed dramatically and went for the desk.
Finally he found the book, neatly placed in plain sight on the dark blue pillow by the tawny headboard. He picked it up, grinning, and then the smile faded. It was thick – like, four hundred pages at least. "This is gonna take forever, brah!" he groaned. "I'll skip to page three. Maybe it's there." He did as he said he would and trailed a nimble finger down the page. The cheshire grin returned. "Dude, I must be physic! It's totally right there!" With his thumb jabbed between pages he jumped up and crossed to the darker side of the room – the place England obviously used at times like these. He flipped open the book and followed the directions, lighting three candles and then opened his mouth to begin chanting the seemingly random words.
The doorknob jiggled. Panicking, America began to read as fast as he could, the unfamilar words he didn't understand tumbling off his lips. A glance at the door showed green eyes growing huge. "NO! Stop, you idiot!" England yelled, running forward, but it was too late. His fingers barely wrapped around the spine of the book before there was a blinding flash. The light grows so bright both men are forced to drop the book to shield their eyes, and even then its burning. There's a loud ringing sound and the light dies. England and America uncover their faces – one triumphant and the other furious and horrified.
"... America. WHAT DID YOU DO?"
A/N: Kay so I should probably be working on my other stories... but I've wanted to do one of these for a while and finally had an idea on HOW to do it... so tough! Hahaha!
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