Disclaimer: I. OWN. NOTHING. Absolutely NOTHING.
AN: Well... what's this? I don't know so let's find out! This is for kaia2cooler. Someone trusts me enough to do a request that isn't a one-shot! I'm not sure if that's good... or bad... But I like it! :D Moving on...
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England was currently in the middle of doing a complex spell that was, however unlikely, supposed to reduce the thickness of his eyebrows.
Of course, knowing England, this wouldn't end well. He always seemed to get the short end of the stick... whether it was the fault of outside forces or not, it always happened.
This case seemed to be one of the worse ones...
Suddenly the room filled with bright green smoke and black ash. England started hacking, hid throat on fire and his brain going fuzzy. Suddenly he felt as if he was on fire, and yet light as air. All of these symptoms could not be leading to something good.
It was all he could do to stumble around the room and attempt to write something down before everything went dark.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!"
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"Hey... England?" Scotland walked into the room where he had last seen England go. He had been visiting him and had heard his brother yell from a different room. He looked around, running a hand through his wild red hair. "Was he doing more magic...?"
He went about the room, overturning some spell books among other things. Eventually, his eyes settled on a piece of parchment with a messy scribble on it. "What's this?"
He read it over. "...'To whoever reads this, something has gone wrong with my latest spell. Stop laughing. I am not completely sure what the effect shall be, however, so... if something uncontrollable has happened, do your best. -England.' That wasn't very helpful..."
He looked over the house again. Nothing. "Hell, England... what did you get yourself into this time?"
He sent out an alarm first to the other European countries, and it then slowly spread around the world. After a while, Scotland got a message back from everyone. Every single person that knew of the issue, sent out people in their countries to look for England.
Not one of them found him. He was gone.
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AN: Ah, it's short, but I had to start somewhere. I hope that you liked this beginning, kaia2cooler! Hopefully it will pick up and get better as I go. Where shall this take us...?