And I give to you all, the first chapter of this slightly cracktastic fic. I think I saw a picture that inspired this…either that or it was because I sat down and watched the movie "Fairytales"…something like that. About these two girls who took pictures of fairies and stuff…I love that movie, though when you think about it, it's kinda creepy at the same time. Not really creepy in a bad way, just a creepy in the "whoa" kinda way…ya know? I mean, who are we to say they or any of these other so called "mythical" creatures don't exist? What? Just because we've never seen them? That's just stupid in my opinion =3=…they're probably smart enough to know if they want to live…they'll stay the hell away from us humans XD. Also, I find it rather amusing how accurate Alfred is in Hetalia…it's almost creepy…as in creepy, creepy…and in a cool yet…oh shit…kinda way too =3=. Pardon my French. I'm rambling xD…

Prologue

It was that time of the month again, each month a different host country would hold the World Meeting and this time around it was England's turn. As such, he was not pleased about the matter but being the gentleman that he was, he would prepare something and hopefully this time around events would go smoothly. The last meeting was hosted by America and to say the absolute very least, it was the most unproductive meeting in the very existence of the cosmos. Then again, he was not one to talk, the last time he hosted a meeting, things had not gone according to plan, though if he had anything to say on the matter, that was America's fault too. The past was past, and this time things would run smoothly.

The Brit sighed. He was standing in front of a large green chalk board and was in the middle of drawing a group of faces when the first member showed up. It was Germany, the two gave simple nods of acknowledgement before going about their original business. It was not long after that Italy joined up with Germany; he was going on about pasta as always but was either generally ignored or being scolded. Next was Japan and China, the two did not speak to each other and seemed to be avoiding one another completely. Soon enough, the rest filed in, France following Russia, who in turn was followed by three very nervous looking Baltic's and Belarus. Spain, Romano, and Greece were next on the list as well as a long line of other smaller countries. Even Canada had shown up, of course, this was only after he was sat on by Russia…again.

"Alright! Is that everybody?" the dirty blonde glanced around the meeting room to make sure that everybody was seated. Once he had confirmed that, he got started, "Right then, first order of business…" before he was able to finish that sentence however, a nearly traumatic force slammed into him, knocking the poor island nation off his feet. He was quite literally seeing stars and stripes for a brief moment before he realized that the spot light had been commandeered.

"Sorry I'm late guys! The hero was out being awesome!" the all to familiar, and overly cheerful voice that England had hoped he wouldn't have to hear If he'd started the meeting sooner than planned, was now echoing through his ear drums.

"Bloody hell! Alfred! This is my meeting, what are you doing?" Agitated and already at his wits end, he was given an eye blindingly bright smile from the American who simply laughed and waved off his question.

"Right, right, you guys weren't gonna start without me were you? Cause I totally have this great plan that will fix everything! I thought of it while on my way over here."

There was a hush that went around the meeting room, nobody wanted to hear it but it wasn't like they really had much say in the matter. Even if one of them did decide to say that they didn't care, they would get an earful of it any way. However, one of them did have something to say, England, he pushed himself off the floor and was positively livid.

"Will. You. Sit. Down!" he snapped, "I already have this meeting planned out and it doesn't involve any of your loony and completely irrational plans!"

Brilliant blue eyes turned slowly and met with furious green ones, for a moment there was silence before the American just laughed, "Aww, don't be such a stick in the mud Igg.."

"Don't!" England cut in, "Don't you dare call me that!"

"But Iggy, your meetings are so boring, besides, this plan will totally work!"

Already, the meeting hadn't even started yet and already it was off track. Sure, he could have simply let it go, but then nothing would get done. This was a no win situation, either let the other take over the meeting and get absolutely nothing done, or try and stop him and still get absolutely nothing done. This was a headache and it was slowly starting to form in the back of the Briton's head. It wasn't like him to do anything without fully thinking it through, but the other had pushed one too many of his buttons. This was supposed to be a civilized meeting set up to try and solve the worlds problems and so far all that's happened at these meetings, save for Germany's…his seem to go very smoothly…it was almost envious…no matter…all these meetings ever seem to accomplish is create more problems.

This was one of those big mistakes one is allotted, and after a long history, he finally made it. While yes, he regretting some things, but this was something beyond regret, it was desperation. A moment of doing something completely spontaneous in hopes that something helpful would come out of it. When the other blonde was not looking, he had taken something out from behind his military jacket. Keeping it out of site, he muttered something in what sounded like Latin.

He could feel it, the magic, it was building up. Without a moment to waste, he whipped out a star topped wand and pointed it at the American. There was a loud bang and a bright flash, many of the other countries had dove under the table but when the light died down, the found that the obnoxious one was still standing. He was blinking, a slightly confused look on his face before he scratched the back of his head.

"H-Hey you guys? What is it? Something on my face? Are you listening?" He looked around at everybody as they slowly climbed out from their hiding spots and staring at the other as if he were crazy. Some would debate that he probably was…but the question on the others minds was…where was their host?

England himself, was actually still lying on the ground. He was doubled over and covering his face and head. America was the first to spot him, he just glanced down, "Hey, Iggy, whatcha doin' on the floor?" he then noticed the funny looking wand, it was broken in two. "Um…I think…your toy thing is broken…"

This seemed to make the Brit tense, his head rose just a little so that he could see, and what he saw made his green eyes grow very large. Without a second thought, he quickly grabbed it against his better judgment and got to his feet, stammering, "M-Meeting's over…" he then rushed from the room without another word. Leaving a room full of very confused people.

What exactly had happened? And, with England running off, that left them in the same room as America. The meeting wasn't over by a long shot…

What did I tell ya? Ok so it's not uberly cracktastic, but still. Alfred's epic can freakin' repel magic. Can I hear a Fawk Yeah! And "Pfft…fail Iggy D:"

Did I mention I like to torment Arthur? Seriously, he walks into that stuff so easily…it's hard NOT to tease him at least a little ;w;….I'm sorry Iggy! I still love you!