Hello! I've decided to write a one-shot based off of Zantetsuken Reverse's Man of 42 Seconds Later. I'd read it because it's AWESOME!

Oh yah, I really own nothing!

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England stormed down the hallways of his ministry.

Long story short, he was PISSED.

As he shoved his way through another throng of puzzled wizards he started to run through his game plan. He would go into his minister's office, calmly approach him, and sensibly ask him why he was being a… well…. insert appropriate American swear word here.

Finally, England had reached the desk of the Minister's secretary.

"Hello, Is Mr. Fudge in?" she gave him a wary look.

"Yes. Well, he told me to say no."

She paused.

"Oh just go on in." she waved dismissively at the door. He nodded curtly and pushed open the door to the office.

Fudge was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. Paperwork was strewn everywhere, and England was somewhat pleased to notice how stressed he looked.

The Minister of Magic looked up from his work and rolled his eyes. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

England felt the sudden urge to slap the idiot.

"You-know-who's back. So, what are you going to do about it?" he asked. Best start with the basics.

Fudge looked at him like he was some gum he found on the bottom of his shoe. "You believe those liars Potter and Dumbledore?"

England felt the urge double in size. He'd never quite realized whay a slappable face The Minister had.

"Yes because they're right. Do you honestly think these occurrences are coincidences? Someone says He's back. All of a sudden Death Eaters are breaking out of jail, people are disappearing, and the Ministry (of course) dose nothing." England sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Fudge started to laugh.

"My own country is as loony as the Lovegoods. What is this world coming to?" His face morphed into that giddy idiotic look a child gets when they realize thier parents made a mistake.

"Your people are in danger! The wizards and muggles alike are getting slaughtered, and you just sit here denying everything like a bloody TWO YEAR OLD!" England hissed. "I ought to hex you so badly that not even St. Mungo's can sort you out!"

Fudge blinked, his face snapping back to normal. How dare a half…muggle…thing…country… WHATEVER threaten him like his? He thought about reaching for his wand, but before he could even move there was a loud "EXPELIARMUS!" and it zipped out of his pocket into the country's hand.

"How did you-"

"For the last time Mr. Fudge, BECAUSE I'M ENGLAND! Now I suggest growing up and start facing facts, because I'm seriously thinking about using the unforgivables on you." Fudge continued to stare. For the first time he noticed how tired and haggard the country looked. There were dark circles under his eyes, and England seemed…. scared.

Maybe he really was back.

The country in front of him took a deep breath. "Now I hope I've gotten something through your thick skull. I can't wait forever."

England whirled and stormed out of his office once again.

Fudge looked out the door, watching the nation walk over to the elivators and enter before turning to his secratary.

"Is everything alright sir?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Yes. Everything's fine. And please next time I ask you not to let someone in, don't."

"Of course sir. I'll try my best."

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Soooo…. I hope I did the series justice. I know I changed perspectives on you, I know it's short, I know it's not nearly as good as the original, but I hope you liked it!

Once again. Reviews are welcome, but flamers will be burned.