"Goddammit America! Would you stop stealing cookies?! You're fat enough already!" England yelled. He swatted his former colony's hand away from the jar.

"Hey! That hurts!" crumbs flew into the gentleman's face. "I have had just about enough of you young man!" grabbing the cookie stealer's ear, England dragged him to the time out chair he often used for Sealand. "Sit! You will stay there till you have learned your lesson!"

"You can't do this to me! I'm 19 and you ain't the boss of me!" The American stuck his tongue out despite the terrifying look he received from the other.

"I don't care how old you are, you still act like a child! And if you can't speak me language correctly then don't speak it all! And FURTHERMORE, YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE AND THAT MEANS I AM THE BOSS OF YOU!" England slammed the door shut, hard enough to make the pictures and paintings clap against the walls.

He stomped back into the kitchen and pounded the dough for his scones, a little too hard. "AHG! Now the dough is too thin! Its all his fault…uhh."

The Brit finished with his burnt ass scones anyway and made his way to his favourite chair with a cup of earl grey.

Even more time passed and he began to worry about the boy. Perhaps he was a little harsh for just stealing cookies. "I might want to check on him…"

He knocked on the door lightly. "America? Are you ready to come out? I-I'm not asking because I care that we aren't having make up sex right n-now…Its just that you being in there for too long is going to cause problems for me eventually."-no reply-

He slowly slid the door open. "AmeRiCAHHHH!" A large, full bucket of water spilled onto England from above. Somehow, America had used the few things in the room to prank England which of course only provoked him further.

The American was hugging his stomach, laughing violently. "OH MAN DUDE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT HAHAHAHAHA-!" America stopped when he was hit in the face with the bucket and a pitiful red faced Brit was staring right at him. Tears were not disguised by the water drops still flowing down his cheeks.

"H-hey…" Before America could continue England ran out of the room, up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He soon heard a knock at the door. "England? Hey why don't you come on out?" England looked up from his tear stained pillow he was clutching. He didn't want to see that idiot at the moment and he made that pretty clear with the silence.

"England I'm sorry babe. Please, don't give me the silent treatment. You know I was only joking. Hey! How bout' that make up sex huh? I know you want it~" the Brit was not in the mood for anything but crying at the moment so he remained silent.

"Alright…I guess you want me to leave then. Well, I'll see you at the next conference I guess…bye." The American made loud footsteps but stayed stationary at the door. He was expecting his boyfriend to run out and stop him but nobody came. Nantucket hung over. "Oh come on England…you know I still love you~! You're the greatest boyfriend ever! I'll do anything just please speak to me…"

England perked up at those words. 'Do anything huh? Oh you will do anything for me my little baby brother…its time to take a little field trip to the 1700's.' England grinned madly as he dug through his closet.

"England? What are you doing? I hear you doing something." The Brit snickered as he held the Britannia wand in his grasp. His clothes changed into a short white toga and strap sandals. He sighed as his wings spread.

"Now then, what were those words? It was something rather cheesy." England contemplated to remember the spell even as his lover was banging on the door. Oh but he remembered them just in time to cast as America busted down the door. England was floating above the ground as he whisked his wand chanting the words.

"Powers of the universe join with me as I chant this melody,

Reverse the clock I dare to ask so I may once again hold you in my grasp,

There will be a change to time so he will once again be mine,

NOW LET ME FLY TO THAT RAINING DAY WHEN YOU FINALLY GOT AWAY!"

A blinding flash and a few sparkles and the angel was gone. The American had been knocked down on his bottom with his arm shielding his eyes. He slowly opened them to see the magic dust floating down to the floor boards.

America was puzzled then it clicked. "Wait did he say…RAINING DAY? That could only mean….!"