"I've 'had enough of that bloody Russia!" cried Britain. He stormed to his cellar, and grabbed his dark cloak. "I'll curse 'him so well, 'he'll never bother me again! I'll get rid of 'him for sure! My magic can't be avoided THIS time! My magic is the best!" (Don't flatter yourself, Britain lol keep telling yourself that)

Britain slammed the door open and walked down the steps to his cellar, his cloak dragging and rolling behind him. He chuckled evilly. He jumped down from the last few steps and walked to the center of the cellar, where a large circle and symbol was drawn from long ago. He smiled and dusted off his book he grabbed off the shelf. He blew it and wiped his hand over it. He turned it over to open, and some pages fell out and others were barely on the hinge.

"Let's see…" Britain thumbed through the old pages, licking his thumb to get a better grip every few pages. "Ah ha! By George! I've found it!"

He held out his hand and his cloak and hair began to blow in the wind seeming to come from nowhere. The circle was glowing and reflected in Britain's green eyes. He spoke what seemed like non-sense, but he was casting a spell on that no good Russia…or so he thought.

But instead of saying, "Russia", he accidentally said, "Prussia". Or maybe Russia had, once again, deferred it. Britain was too confident to notice his mistake, and chuckled in amusement. He closed the book and the wind stopped. "Well," he smirked. "That should teach 'him a lesson." He left the cellar and closed the door, but the circle started to glow, again.

Hetalia

Prussia jolted up from the bed at the sound of the alarm and the fluffy stuffed animals covering him went flying in the air. Some of them made squeaky sounds when they came back down and hit the floor. "Huh? Vhat?" he said. Then he realized he was in his bedroom and turned off the alarm. He wiped his sleepy face and tossed the covers away.

Today was an awesome day, and he didn't want to miss any of it. He smiled and slid off the edge of the bed, putting on his fluffy, pink bunny slippers.

He yawned and scratched his backside as he walked to the bathroom and closed the door. But just a few moments later, a blood-curdling, feminine cry came from inside the bathroom. "VHERE IST IT?!"

Germany and Italy jolted up at the sound, and Germany frowned because Italy was with him, again.

"What was that?" Italy asked, sleepily. "It sounded like a lady." Italy giggled.

"GET OUT!" Germany took Italy's pillow from out under Italy's head and hit his face with it.

"Ouche!" Italy cried, falling out the bed. He sat up and rubbed his head. "Hey, Germany! What was that for?"

"For being a Dummkopf!" he replied. "Now get dressed for morgen training!"

Italy saluted. "Si, sir!" He stood up and left.

Germany face-palm, and dragged his hand down his face, and sighed. Then he remembered. "Vhat ist a voman doingk in my house?" he wondered, out loud. His eyes narrowed. "It came from Prussia's room." He sighed even deeper. "I'm goingk to kill him for bringing a voman home from ze bar…."