England winced when he heard the sound of a door slamming upstairs, followed by heavy footsteps and a loud, obnoxious voice.
"Yo, England!" America called, grinning as he searched for the older nation, "You home?"
England sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration and setting down the large spell book that he had been holding. Why did he have to be interrupted now, and by America of all people?
"Yes I'm home, you bloody git! But leave me alone, I'm quite busy!" he shouted in response, hoping that America would actually listen to him this time and let him finish what he was doing.
But of course, this was not the case.
After hearing England's voice he stomped down the stairs and burst into the basement where England was standing in an old looking black cloak.
"Hi, England! Whatcha doin'?" America asked as he glanced at the objects scattered around England's basement.
"What does it look like I'm doing, twit? I'm casting a spell, of course!" England huffed and gestured at the herbs, potions, and bits of dead things scattered around the room as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Uh huh…" America replied, looking skeptically at a large circle that was drawn on the floor with chalk, "And how's that going?"
"It would be going well if you hadn't interrupted me! Speaking of which, I would appreciate it if you left immediately and let me finish my incantation!" he snapped.
Ignoring him, America continued looking around the basement, stopping to read the spell book that was lying open on a table next to England.
"And what exactly is this "spell" going to do?"
"If you must know, it's a spell for teleportation!" England hissed before snatching the book away from the insufferable American, "And will you please just get the hell out of here already?"
"Teleportation? That sounds awesome! Can I watch?" America asked, sure he didn't really believe in magic and spells like his former caretaker, but if it actually did work that would be pretty badass!
England sighed again, realizing that America wasn't going to leave any time soon.
"Fine, but you must be absolutely quiet and not distract me in any way, alright?"
America laughed, but after receiving a piercing glare from England he grinned and shut up, waiting expectantly for England to continue.
England hesitated for only a second before he picked up his spell book and continued preparing his spell. After mixing together a few more ingredients in a large wooden bowl England set down the book and cleared his throat.
"Weeto meeto purple feet-o, black and yellow 'ello fellow, Presley Elvis Weasley Ronald! Telaportium me thereium!" England chanted, throwing the ingredients from the bowl into the circle at his feet dramatically.
America raised an eyebrow when he heard England's incantation, but he gasped when the chalk circle suddenly glowed a bright purple. He took a step back and his elbow knocked against a bookshelf, causing a vial of bright green liquid to fall off and land in the circle, breaking instantly and spilling all over it.
"Now look what you've done!" England screeched, "We have no idea how the potion will react to-"
He was cut short when the circle flashed an angry red and filled the room with its blinding light. America yelped in surprise and England shielded his eyes from the light with his arm. When England slowly opened his eyes again the room was back to normal, and America was gone.
The large light-brown haired man adjusted his scarf as he observed the other people seated at the large table in the World Meeting room. Like all of the other meetings, this one was quite chaotic. Several fights had already broken out, and absolutely nothing was getting done.
"So what do you think, Russia?"
Russia looked up and frowned at the smiling blond man that had spoken to him.
"About what?" he replied, looking somewhat bored.
The blond giggled and shook his head.
"Now, now, Russia~ Is someone not paying attention to the meeting?"
"I might if you were talking about something worth my time, England. But this is usually not the case," Russia explained, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
There was a snort from the other end of the table, and all heads turned towards the nation that had made the sound. Said nation raised an eyebrow at the large Russian over his red-tinted sunglasses.
"We were discussing ways to solve global warming. I'm willing to bet that that's more important than whatever was going on in your insane head," he chided.
Russia glared at the dark haired man, red eyes flashing dangerously.
"Maybe, America. And I know that your mental health is not much better than my own," Russia replied darkly.
Before America could reply they were interrupted by a certain blonde haired individual with glasses and an odd curl sticking out on one side of his head.
"Wait, wait! There's no need to argue!" the man exclaimed, turning to his twin that sat on his right, "Right, fratello?"
Italy grunted and crossed his arms, replying with an annoyed "Just shut up, Romano."
This started an argument between Italy and Spain, and soon there were more arguments popping up all over the table. England giggled again and turned to France with a large grin.
"My, it's like this every time! Sometimes I wish that we could actually get some work done in one of these silly meetings!" he exclaimed.
France puffed on his cigarette before turning to look at the grinning Brit.
"Then why do you look so damn happy?" he asked, making England's smile stretch even farther.
"Why, because it's so fun to watch!" he replied, laughing as France turned away with a mutter and shake of his head.
Suddenly he heard a soft beeping sound and he glanced down at his pink watch. Well, it looked like the meeting was over for today!
"Alright, everyone! That's all the time we have for today's meeting, but I'll see all of you again tomorrow, dears~!" England shouted to be heard over the din in the meeting room.
There were a few more curses and insults before the sound of creaking chairs and shuffling feet filled the room as the nations filed out of the room.
Once Russia arrived at the hotel he was staying at (the World Meeting was being held in England) he immediately walked to the bed and flopped down on it with a sigh. He thought that they were completely pointless. Nobody cared about his opinions, and when they tried to talk to him his sarcastic remarks usually lead to arguments. Did they ever solve any of the world's problems with those stupid meeting like they were supposed to? He doubted it.
A loud crash was heard from the bathroom in the hotel. Russia was on his feet in a second, clutching the long metal pipe that he always carried with him. What was that? Russia considered the situation for a moment before slowly creeping to the bathroom, and quietly pushing open the door…
On the floor lay a young looking blonde-headed man, his glasses askew on his handsome face, and his bomber jacket torn in several places. On the tiles surrounding him were purple scorch marks, in the shape of an intricate circle. He sat up with a pained groan, and froze when he saw the tall Russian man who was staring at him curiously.
Heeey, I'm Llama-chan! I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but it's kind of like an introduction and stuff so deal. I'm kind of new to the whole fanfiction writing business, so go easy on me, m'kay? And I don't know all that much about the 2p's, so if you think that I'm messing up one of their personalities/looks terribly, feel free to tell me! Feedback is appreciated, R&R everyone!
*the llama is out*