A/N This story was originally just a writing prompt I did for a friend, but being the narcissistic person I am found this story to be to funny not to share. So please enjoy.


It was another Friday afternoon at the English pub. The place was packed with college students, businessmen and women, and nations from another extended meeting. It was the norm for nations to go to pubs after meetings to relieve stress or catch up with some friends. The ones most infamous for this were France, Prussia, and Spain. The three never failed to get a drink together for the past 23 years and discussing their lives with one another, or tormenting other nations. Like they are doing right now in particular. The three were already making an irate England even more upset by taunting his tacky clothes, bad beer, and how he always had grumpy scowl when they were around.

"Can you three please, leave the bloody hell around!" snapped England seething at the laughing drunk trio.

"Oh you need to relax mon ami." said France taking another drink of his wine.

"Ja," agreed Prussia already on his 10th and still going strong. "You need to live a little."

"Don't be so tough on England mi amigos." slurred Spain. "He's just a child compared to us."

While the other two nodded in agreement, England looked appalled. "I am sorry, but did you just called me a sodding child!"

"Well you are niño." said Spain. "Well compared to us you are."

England scowled deepened not appreciating being called a child. He was certainly not a child and maybe it was the rum talking, but he was going to get his revenge on the Spaniard one way or another for calling him a child. After a couple more hours, encouraged by America, England staggered into his house a drunken mess.

"Stupid France." mumbled England, as he fell over on his couch trying to get his head from swimming. "Stupid Prussia. Stupid Spain."

Speaking the Spanish nations name made the England's alcohol infused blood boil and teach the brute a lesson. He wanted to have a good old fashion fist fight just like in the old days, but it would take a miracle to get him back to pub, and even greater miracle if the said nation was even there.

"What do you think I should do Mint Bunny?' asked England trying to get his unfocused eyes to focus on the flying creature.

Mint Bunny didn't know what to do when it came to that meanie Spain, but Mint Bunny did know how England got when he was drunk and didn't want the man to hurt himself. So Mint Bunny advised the drunk nation in his own language to get revenge on Spain without getting himself physically hurt. England thought on what his friend said came to a wonderful conclusion, well a conclusion good enough when one is intoxicated. The English man ungracefully rolled off the couch and staggered up the stairs to his attic. Upon entering the old dusty room England went to the only that wasn't covered in dust and cobwebs, a small rectangular box embroidered with gems and fancy designs webbed in gold. England opened the box which revealed an old wooden in considerably good condition.

England sheathed the wand and began chanting a spell that was greatly slurred. The only thing on his mind when was to make the stupid Spanish nation feel his wrath for calling him a child, the romance nation was going to regret his words. With the last word of his spell England shot his wand towards the sky and the spell exploded in a harsh green light, shot through the roof, and into the night sky. The force of the blast was so great it pushed the drunken nation against one of the many book cases in the room. England slumped against the floor and fell into a drunken slumber.

In a hotel twenty miles away from the blast, the nation Spain slept soundly in his room. Nothing could wake the nation, except for a blazing green light that was coming right at him! Spain opened his mouth to scream, but was immediately push back by the spell and collided into the wall with a loud crack. Spain slumped to the ground his clothes becoming bigger on him by the second.