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This has been in my head for a while and finally feel up to writing it

Chapter 1

"Afternoon, England, back early from your little magic-club meeting I see. And here I thought that I would have some alone time with Seychelles," France commented as England walked into the library. England scowled as he ignored the comment in favor of looking over some papers for him from his file. As student body president, he often found himself busy. He actually found it nice that he had the time to meet with his other club, especially to find out how the preparations for a fund-raiser were proceeding.

Partly out of curiosity, and since it looked like England was not going to respond to France, Seychelles asked, "So what do you do in you magic club?"

"Magic of course, though today was more business based. We were happy to see that some roses we're growing for a Valentine's Day sale are growing well. Now we simply need to make sure that they are safe and everything will go as planned," England answered promptly.

"Hmph, and what would you and those other two know about the day of love?" France asked snidely.

"Plenty compared to a lust-filled idiot like you," England replied.

"So then do the flowers look nice?" Seychelles asked lamely in an attempt to keep the two from fighting.

"I would say so yes. In all honesty they are looking better than I could have hoped…if everything turns out alright I will get you one to show you."

"Non, non, non. I refuse to simply sit here and watch you flirt with my little Seychelles like this," France pouted.

"Then leave. It's not like I need you right now," England responded. Sometimes he failed to see how France had even gotten the role of vice-president. The principal and dean had said that it was to balance out his characteristics and due to the number of colonies or some other nonsense, but England could not help but feel that there was some sort of favoritism happening.

France seemed to think England's comment over for moment, only o then say, "Fine. If that is the case then I might as well see what Spain and Prussia are up to."

With this said France left the library as he texted his friends, an idea to pick on England coming to his mind.

"I have to admit, England was correct about these roses being beautiful," France commented as he placed a vase filled with roses he picked from the school greenhouse on a desk. Seated nearby in the classroom they used for their little meetings were Spain and Prussia, who simply looked at their friend and the flowers.

"I know that you don't care much for England, but don't you think it was sort of heartless to pick some of their flowers?" Spain asked.

"Not to mention dangerous. What if they find out you did it and decide to curse you or something?" Prussia chimed in. Neither he nor Spain were part of France's little walk through the greenhouse, but they could not help but admit that the scent wafting from the roses was captivating.

"Please, I'm not worried about what they could do. Besides, I'll take them home with me later today so no one will know I picked them. And there are still more for them to use for their stupid fund-raiser."

"What kind of funds could they need to raise?" Spain asked as he scrunched up his eyebrows. It might have been the flowers, but his head suddenly felt dizzy and hot as he stared at the two across from him.

"Eyes of newt?" Prussia offered with a smirk to his friends only to then blush. Was he imagining things or had his friends always looked so delicious?

"I'd bet something perverted, and that that's why England is always so secretive about it. After all, wasn't that what people always said magic-users did long ago?" France replied, noticing the blushes on his two friend's faces and a sudden tightness in his pants.

"Then do you think they also dance outside naked and stuff like in those old books? Funny, I thought that that was all made up," Spain commented, blushing deeper at the thought of it.

"Ya, sounds a bit too kinky to be real," Prussia answered as he looked more at his friends and an image of them partaking in that activity danced through his head. France seemed to read his thought as he asked Prussia, "Would you like to try that? Or perhaps something kinkier inside where people won't stop to look at us?"

"A-are you serious?!" Prussia asked as he blushed more. Of the three of them France was always the one who tried to initiate sex between the three of them, likewise Prussia was usually the last one to join. This time however, he felt like the more the scent from the roses wafted around the room the more he wanted to do his friends and be done by them.

"I do have the key to the room so I can insure we have some privacy," France replied as he held up the key.

"I like this plan. Go lock the door and get over here," Spain ordered as he shot out of his seat and right onto Prussia. Prussia yelped slightly at the sudden burst, giving Spain the chance to push his tongue past the others lips. Prussia moaned into the kiss as he returned it. France could not help but chuckle and admit, "I don't know what has gotten into us; especially you Prussia. It usually takes a bit of alcohol and more time for us to reach this point."

After saying this, he quickly rushed to the door to lock it before he ran to the others to join in the fun. It was not until late at night that the three stopped, only for them to all promptly leave for their respective dorm rooms; completely ignoring the fact that the roses were wilted beyond recognition.

"I swear when I find the bastard with our flowers I will kill them, bring them back to life, then curse them until they die again," Norway vented as he and England walked back from the greenhouse; both pissed beyond belief. They could not believe that someone would have the nerve to pick their roses! Honestly, such a thing was beyond low, and since Norway was the one who thought of the idea and spent the most time taking care of them he took it much more personally than the other two club members.

"At least whoever it was left the majority of them untouched so we can still sell them once we finish checking for any side effects," England tried to say optimistically.

"Side effects…that will be how we find them! If there are any side effects then it will tell us who took them and deserves punishment," Norway replied, his troll smiling at the idea of helping punish someone who upset his friend.

"And what if there are no visible side effects?" England asked.

"Then I will use all of my abilities to find them some other way," Norway replied finitely as they walked into Europe class.

They said no more as they seated themselves, but France and his friends could still see that something was wrong. Following this feeling, France decided to ask England what was wrong. In response England whispered back, "Someone took a bunch of those roses the magic club was growing and Norway is taking it hard. And by hard, I mean he wants to bring pain and destruction upon the poor souls…you would not happen to know anything about this?"

"Moi? Of course not," France answered innocently. England studied him closely for a moment before the teacher called the class into order. Once England was no longer watching him, France turned back to his friends and motioned to them that they had better keep what they knew about the roses a secret.

After this, things seemed to go on as normal. As the time passed since discovering the missing roses, Norway calmed down and seemed to almost forget about the event. As for England, he quickly dismissed France from doing such an act under the idea that if there were any side effects than France would have shown them by then.

Soon a month passed and the magic club was getting ready to sell their flowers. Deciding to help with the flower preparations in the afternoon, England had asked the rest of the student council to meet in the morning. Everything seemed to be going fine, until France entered the room only to then rushed to the nearest waste bin and heave the contents of his stomach into it.

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