~Prologue~

I saw the note that you had left on the night stand for me, It said, I will be home late, don't wait up sweets~, Love your Maple Flavoured Lover . I smiled to my content, my heart race picking up a little. I placed the note down and looked fondly at the picture on the stand. I picked it up gently and looked it over, I couldn't believe how far we've come. I felt myself blushing as I began to remember just how it all happened. It wasn't too long ago just that you were just the hot, gorgeously blonde passerby...

Chapter 1: Don't ever find yourself on the receiving end of England's wand

I started the day as I usually do, a nice, quick, hot shower and a pancake breakfast. I knew these meetings were initially pointless for me to attend. But, being a country in this alliance I can't simply just not show up. Even if it always ends up being the same. America would talk about something stupid, England would interject, and then Papa France would say something snarky about England, then they'd start fighting and so on. I sipped the rest of my coffee and slipped an, Oh well under my breath. I gave myself a once over to make sure I was good and ready before I headed out. As usual I was one of the first ones at the meeting, I got my papers out and watched the others come in not too much later.

Once every one was seated I heard America clear his throat and straighten the papers in his hands, Good morning, glad to see you all made it. Today, lets talk about how were going to kick the crap out of those Axis bastards! .

And how do you propose we do that?, another SuperRobo Global Man? England snorted, Because that worked so famously last time .

Just like your Magic , Non? Monsieur Britian, France interjected, before America had a chance to reply.

Shut up you wino! England growled, And what would you know about magic anyway!

I don't have to know magic, it'll come naturally, just like everything does non?~- France winked.

England's face turned a deep shade of red, What are you insinuating!?

Only zhat your magic, like many zhinks, is greatly... exaggerated He grinned, knowing that he'd get a rise out of England

That's it you frog! He shouted as he stood up, his wand at the ready. I could see France trying to contain his laughter, should I be scared mon ami?

Very England replied. He rose his want and began to mutter and enchantment. I got up from my seat and ran over to papa to see if I could help them resolve the situation. Only instead by the time I got between them, I had been hit by the full force of Englands magic. And the next minute I was completely engulfed in light, the room dissapearing quickly before my eyes.