Nations with Broomsticks:
America stared at England's door with and intensity unseen since Mc Donald's decided to drop their super sized fries and shakes. He'd knocked on his favorite Brit's door, hard and fast so England couldn't mistake his knock for another's, and he hadn't heard a peep from the normally short tempered man.
Usually, it would go a little like this. He'd knock on the door and would be almost immediately met with an "America! Stop that insistent knocking and just get the hell in here! It's a wonder you haven't dented the poor door yet!" Then, England would let him inside, and they'd have some icky tea-time. England would then rant to himself; America would have a laugh, get bored, and then leave. It was almost a ritual how his visits would work, and this was definitely out of the ordinary.
America knocked once more. "Iggy? Yo man, ya here?"
Silence was his humble companion.
America grumbled, taking out his iPhone 5 from his pocket. He scrolled through his contact list until it landed on the affectionately named Iggy-Sidekick. Yes, America had deemed England cool enough to be his sidekick along with what's his face. America swiped the "Call" icon.
He waited a few seconds.
Ring! Rin—!
America heard England's phone, albeit muffled through the house's wall. A chill of dread ran through him suddenly. England had never before ignored him.
"HEY IGGY! I'M COMING IN, LIKE IT OR NOT!" So with a sizable amount of force, America punched open England's door, the wood bursting off its hinges. America ran inside, feet clomping loudly.
"England! Dude Iggy-man? WHERE ARE YOU?" America checked the Brit's living room, upturning the couch. He ran to the kitchen, even going as far as to look into the refrigerator, quickly shutting it when something pink moved.
"Come on man, your kinda freaking me o—! IGGY!?" America ran to England's side in the dining room, where the man was lying on the floor, a puddle of blood pooling below him.
England groaned as America touched his back, causing the younger blond to flinch away.
"Aww damnit England, what happened? Shit, you're not dying are you?" America freaked out briefly, before turning deathly serious. "Damn England… can you hear me? Shit…"
He moved the man, letting England sit upright. England stirred, whispering hoarsely.
"….h….a….y….v…." England rasped out.
"I don't know what you're saying right now…" America whined. England tried again.
"Harry…and Tom….magic…." England promptly passed out.
America stilled, quickly checked England's pulse, sighing in relief when he found one.
"Shit…shit…SHIT! Who do you call when someone's on the floor bleeding…! France! He'll know!" America reasoned with himself.
America would never know that his single phone call would change two worlds.
"So that's what happened. France came to Iggy's house and patched him up, and then we all called this emergency world meeting!" America finished.
The crowd of nations looked around at each other disinterestedly, some stepping out the room after his announcement. Only Canada, Italy, Romano, Germany, Prussia, Japan, Russia, Sweden, Finland, Spain, France, Switzerland, and Lichtenstein, Greece, Poland, and Lithuania stayed for further explanation.
"Ve! What happened to England?" Italy chirped.
"Well, I looked into it, and it seems it's his magic community doing this. We all would've heard something happening in England if it had to do with politics." France explained.
"While he was doing that, I looked into 'Harry' and 'Tom'. There are A LOT of Harry and Toms in England!" America jeered.
"Magic community?" Japan mumbled. "I thought you didn't believe in magic, America-san."
"Course I do! Why else do I make Halloween such a big thing in my country? If I have a bomb-tastic party, ghosts leave me alone! I just tell Iggy I don't believe just so I can mess with his dingle berries!"
"D-dingle berries? America, you do know what those are, right?" Canada interrupted.
"Nopeity dopeity! But it sounds cool so that's all that matters!~"
Germany coughed in his hand as the rest of the countries looked on at the three amused. Much really wasn't getting done.
"So, what do the two of you need us for?" Germany said sternly.
The group of countries straightened up, looking at France and America expectantly. The two looked at each other, blinked, and then France gave a grin.
"Sex appeal."
And so Prussia busted out laughing.
England was having a nice dream. He'd won a war against France and made him his servant. America was mute, a chibi following his heels wherever he went just like the old days. The rest of the world beholded the mightiness of his magic as he made a rainbow for his unicorn Mr. Lovely, and everyone adored him.
'Oh big brother England! You're so manly and awesome! I wanna grow up to be just like you!" Child America gushed.
'Angleterre, you're so strong! Much stronger then I'll ever be, even in a million years!" France cried.
Britain laughed. He laughed and laughed until his sides started to hurt. Oh, this was the best thing that's ever happened to him since—!
"Fuck-er!"
England stopped laughing. Who'd dare call the mighty United Kingdom a fucker?
"Limey bastard!"
Those insults sounded awfully familiar.
"Fuck-er! Fuck-er"
That was America's…friend, wasn't it?
"Dude! Tony what'd you do to Iggy? He looks all clean and junk!"
Clean? When wasn't he clean, he was a gentleman. Gentlemen were never dirty. Chibi America came to his knees to tug at his pants.
"Fuck-er! Fuck-ing bastard!"
"Really? That's so cool, can your alien tech really do that?"
"Fuck-ing!"
America needed to teach that think proper english. The creature probably learned those words watching America's horrible T.V. shows. Chibi America stopped tugging, and then sat in a corner, sad.
"Tony? Is that safe?"
Was what safe?
"Bastard! Limey bastard!"
"Ok then! If you're sure, cool beans!"
No, what was safe? They weren't about to do something stupid, were th—!
SHIPP! SKIRP! TING!
And England knew no more.
I really need to cage my bunnies and let them starve. :I
All these plots in my head are just spewing out of me! My mind can't take it. xD
Hope you enjoyed! This is more Hetalia centric, because I know more about Hetalia… (Since I haven't read a Harry Potter book since the last one came out…) The chapters are pretty short, so if you're into that, good for you! I'll try to fix it in the future. Also, parings are pretty much decided, but they could be subject to change… huh.
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-Cecile A.K.A .