England's house is usually relatively quiet and peaceful, but today, but was loud and you could see the tension and anger in the air.
"Get out of my house, you vodka drinking bastard!" screamed a frustrated England, also known as Arthur Kirkland. "Stop messing me up!" His green eyes shot daggers at the head in his floor.
"Hey, you were the one that called me. Why would I come here on my own?" Russia asked with the grin that England despised so greatly on his face.
"Because you love to ruin everything!" England's voice was growing hysterical into a whine. "First you break my secret weaponfour timesand this is the second time you have come when I've tried to summon a demon. At this rate, America will destroy me!"
Russia shrugged, though it was hard to see through the floor. "Not my problem. I think I'm going to go curse Japan. Later!" Without another word, the intruder vanished, leaving England and the floor's arcane circle alone.
England fell to all-fours and hung his head, a dark cloud over him. "Damned communist," he grumbled, a hiss in his voice. This was going to take a while.
b *FOUR DAYS LATER* /b
i I've checked everything over twice. There is nothing here to attract Russia. No snow, no vodka, nothing,/i thought England.i Now let's try this again./i
Slowly and warily, he drew the circle on the cement floor and picked up his spell book. He opened to the marked page and read it over silently. There was a simple, added line to make sure that thing didn't come back. And so, it began.
"From the depths of hell, I summon thee! A twisted creature of monstrous size and strength with the power to crush America! Anything except Russia!" he added, yelling at the top of his voice.
A large, ominous shadow filled the room, shrouding it in darkness. England stood bravely as he waited for his weapon to appear.
A figure formed from the darkness, its appearance not visible quite yet. It spoke in a low, deep voice. "Why have you called me, human? Speak now."
"I request your services," England declared, puffing out his chest to look muscular. He was glad that he was wearing his soldier uniform, for it made him appear stronger.
The shadows dissolved and the British man's breath caught in his throat as the demon turned to face him. "Y-you you're the greatest demon of all time."
"Aye, that may be. Do I detect an English accent?" he questioned with a formal nod.
England nodded quickly. "My name is Arthur Kirkland, also known as England. I can't believe I summoned you, Sebastian Michaelis! You and Earl Phantomhive are idols in my country nowadays!" He was jumping up and down excitedly. "This is perfect! I absolutely love the stories that surround you being a butler! This is so exciting!"
Sebastian's dark red eyes studied England, thinking. "Wait, you're England? This is just great. I'm in the wrong anime!" He threw his arms up into the air before sighing and rubbing his temples with a gloved hand. His eyes bore into England as he shrieked as if he was a teenaged girl. "Insolent little females," Sebastian muttered.
A familiar head popped out of the center of the circle. "Oui, Sebastian, you're in the wrong series."
The butler looked down and sighed again. "Yeah, I know, Russia. This has been going on for a while. I can't seem to find a way back to my young master."
"You can stay here!" blurted England.
"I'll show you where to go," Russia volunteered. "Come on." He grabbed Sebastian's foot and smiled at England before the demons disappeared.
An even bigger cloud than before floated above England, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled loudly. "Damned communist!" he shouted.
And so, England learned to never show happiness around you enemies and that it's not always a good thing when all the demons know each other.
