England's basement was a place very few dared to enter. Piles of boxes and books, wardrobes and old trunks filled with pirates' clothing, a hat rack with hats ranging from big and feathered to classy bowlers, old suits of armor, broadswords and other trinkets filled almost the entire space available. Young America had ventured down into the depths once or twice in search of adventure only to run back upstairs crying, babbling about ghosts and the sort.
But for the most part, England himself was the only one un-phased by the eerie aura of the place. Which was why, as he made his way down the creaky, wooden steps, he wore an unamused and annoyed expression in place of one of uncertainty. His clothes were hidden by the long, forest green cloak wrapped around his shoulders. The hood covered most of his hair and cast a dark shadow over his face which only his emerald-colored eyes were able to penetrate.
Finally, the stairs came to an end and England's feet came in contact with the wooden floor. Not pausing for even a moment, he continued walking to the center of the large room and pushed aside several of the boxes that stood in his way. Once he had finished clearing a large enough space, he reached into one of the pockets of his cloak and pulled out a white piece of chalk which had been reduced to only being about two inches tall. Then, the nation knelt down and began drawing a huge circle which had a diameter of approximately two Englands.
Inside the original circle, he drew more complex shapes and runes of which are too complicated to describe in words. Every once in a while, he used the heel of his palm to rub out remnants of past summoning and spell circles, but other than those few moments, his movements were careful and nonstop. After he completed his task, England gingerly stood, careful not to get any chalk dust on his pants, and scanned the circle for any errors.
He found none.
With a satisfied smirk, England turned on his heel and made his way over to one of the many bookshelves, taking long, quick strides. He ran a finger over the dusty spines of the many books, most of which were written in runes unfamiliar to the English language or the English of Anglo-Saxons, which only a few in the world were able to decipher. Selecting a worn, faded red book from the shelf, he returned to his circle and began flipping through the musty pages, muttering as he did.
"Stupid America... the wanker. I'll teach him this time- Aha!" Finding the page he had searched for, a smirk broke onto his face yet again. He read over the spell a good number of times before he was certain he had it correctly set in his mind.
He took a deep breath and began reciting a chant in a language not commonly spoken in any country of this world. The circle which lay at his feet began to glow a multitude of colors- reds, greens, yellows, blues, and most of all, a blinding white. "And now," England spoke in an ominous tone, "I summon thee from the darkest depths of the spirit world!" He thrust his arm out in front of him, fingers spread in a commanding sort of way and palm angled towards the floor.
A strong gust of wind blasted from the center of the circle, rattling the old trinkets in the room and blowing back England's hood from his head, his hair and cloak flying about unceremoniously. His eyes squeezed close and his free arm rose to block his face in defense from the strong gust. Then, in an instant, it all stopped; the lights and the wind ceased to exist.
When the nation again looked at the circle, he saw, to his delight, a black figure hovering above the ground. The dark spirit had no shape and was continuously shifting. Any who had yet to see a demon would be terrified by the sight, but England was able to take a confident and unnerving step forward towards the creature.
"Are you my master whom has summoned me?" the demon asked in a strange, whispery voice.
"I am." replied England with an unwavering confidence.
Though England couldn't see it, he sensed that if the creature's mouth were visible, it would be smiling a wide, toothy grin. "Then how may I, the servant, serve you, master?"
England tilted his head up in a manner that resonated superiority. "I want you to haunt a nation- The United States of America to be precise. No doubt you're familiar with him."
There was that aura of a smile again. "No doubt. And if I may be so bold, master, may I inquire as to why you wish for such a command?"
The nation scowled. "He ruined my Marmite sandwiches."
The creature laughed. "Is that all?"
"No, it's not all! It was the bloody last straw is what it was!" Now England was beginning to go off on a rant. "Prank calling me at two in the morning, saying my scones (which I made for him, by the way) were inedible and- actually, he didn't say the word inedible, I don't think he's smart enough to know the word, that git. What he said was something along the lines of 'It was so nasty and disgusting I almost died!' And then there was this other time..."
~10 minutes later~
"...and that's my reason for summoning you to haunt him." England finally concluded.
"Fascinating," responded the demon in a tone which suggested it wasn't at all interested in England's reason anymore. "Now, if you please, may I leave?"
"What? Oh, yes, yes, go on," England said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
With an almost inaudible sigh of relief, the creature dissolved from England's view, and made its way onto America's house.
Of course, for the next three weeks, England got repeated calls from a very frightened America at early and bitter hours in the morning. But if you asked the tea-drinking nation, the small annoyances were worth seeing the younger blond talk with a shaky voice as he continuously peered over his shoulder during the world meetings.
Omi-chan: Whoot! It's updated! Thank goodness. I've been meaning to get on but then my English teacher was all like "I feel like assigning you a paper. Go write it." So I had to do that. Stupid Frankenstein. Hated that book; it was depressing. But anywho, thank you to everyone who put this story on alert, I get excited every time I get an email for this story (which is more than I expected to get with it just starting and all). So make me happier and review and fave~ Please?
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