"Dumbledora the explora," England muttered the incantion under breath as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration," Take my strength and turn it into light. Take this light and cause some fright in America." He waited as he felt the magic flowing through his veins spark, enjoying the sensation that would feel painfully hot to most. 'That ought to get America back for throughing me under the bus at the last world meeting' he thought triumphantly as he felt the familiar sensation die down.
The large browed Brit walked up the stairs to the main story of his quiant cottage style home. 'The spell should take affect on him during the World Conference, and then he will be immensly embarassed! Oh why did I not think of this sooner?' These thoughts and many other crossed the scheming man's mind as he made tea for himself. As he finally sat down with his piping hot tea, the door bell rang causing him to graon and set his tea down as he moved toward the door. As soon as England opened the door his eyes narrowed into a venomous glare. Standing at his front door was none other than his long time frenemy; Francis Bonnefoy or just France. "What the bloody hell do you want Frog?!" the Brit spat as he was -this- close to slamming the door in France's face. The French personification faked a hurt expression as he stood there,"I merely wanted to make sure you hadn't killed yourself with that charcoal you call food."
No sooner had the words come out of his mouth, then the door had been slammed in his face. "Angleterre!" France called with a wounded voice. "I am just going to ignore that frog," England muttered," and I was having such a good day too. Oh well..."
Little did our foul tempered Brit know of just what fright he had inflicted upon himself and his fellow countries.
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It was the next world meeting, and all of the countries had gathered in New York City, including myself. The only reason I had come was because I wished to see what hell I had caused America by casting that spell on him a few weeks ago. I smirked as the thought of all the possiblities passed through my head.
"Ohonhonhon, someone is very gleeful today, non?" France inquiered as he walked up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I turned and shook him off," You bloody wanker, get the bloody hell off of me!" The other blond smirked and winked at me before sauntering off towards Prussia and Spain. My face heated up slightly and I shook my head. The only time we were civil with one another was when France wasn't flirting with everything that moves, which isn't very often.
"Attention everyone, please return to your seats and for once please don't starts a fight, ja?" Germany yelled," Same rules as normal. Everyone gets 8 minutes to talk, no going over. No talking while others are presenting, and raise your hand to speak." It was not a second after Germany's normal routine of 'laying down the law' that I felt magic pool in the room. I was starting to get a little bit excited until I noticed the magic pooling around each nation. I glanced over to the only other nation that could also sense magic, Norway, and found the slightest confusion in his normally expressionless face. That soon vanished as he looked over at me and rolled his eyes, probably assuming it was a mishape on my end. Well assuming makes you an ass, why else would it be ass-uming? Great now I sound like America...
The magic continued to grow until it blinded me. Now I was starting to become highly unamsued. Had my brothers tried to intercept my spell and messed it up...again? When the light faded enough for me to see, I looked around. At first I was sure I was hallucinating, because all around the room stood young teenage versions of the nations that had been present. The spell had even changed our clothes to more teenage like as I was in my punk rock era clothes. I saw France's blue eyes traveling over my body, from my red converese clad feet to my messy blond hair that had mint green and TARDIS blue streaks in it. Just great, not only did all the personifications get turned into teens, but I also gave France the libdo of one. This is going to be intersting trying sort this out.
The one thing that still didn't make sense though was the fact that the spell had caused fright, but it hadn't just been directed at America. That's when it struck me upside my head like a stone; I had never specified that it had to be the personification, just the nation. Therefore, some how, the spell had been cast over part of America, more specifically the meeting room. The spell had still done it's job, it had caused fright IN America, just not to the personification as I had hoped. Just bloody great.