The spell will be explained in this chapter, I will properly explain it at the end, sorry if it doesn't make sense.
I decided to start this off in a Normal P.O.V and then switch to America, next chapter I might try England. I'm very sorry if I go a little bit OOC.

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escritoria- Yep complexities are fun, I wanted to make it really emotional so it's more enjoyable and gripping

Neelh- Yeah I'll work on it don't worry, it's just that I like to end things on a cliffhanger, it's an annoying habit I have

Thanks for reviewing, Tanoshimu!


Normal P.O.V

The two males reappeared in a lush, grassy, flowery valley. A place yet to be tainted by the tread of people, the noises of cities and towns. It was a calm, tranquil paradise that the two had warped to. They stood there for a while, America slightly holding England and England standing still, eyes closed and fully focused.

England's eyes shot open as he realised the situation and he pushed America away roughly. America was a little shocked but it was, after all, to be expected from England. The two never really saw eye to eye on stuff so their relationship was very strained and they usually treated each other harshly.

"I told you to get out! Why do you never follow instructions?" England yelled.

"Dude chill out. You really need to lay off all that black magic, summoning the devil stuff." America laughed.

"I swear I raised you better than this! Now look what you made me..."

England's voice trailed off, for now was his time to really take in the scene and realise what really was going on. Really he had just assumed that his spell had gone wrong because of America and now he would have to find a way to get them out of it but as he looked across the pure grasslands, the pretty blue skies lined with traces of fluffy clouds, he realised something that he had never realised before.

"THE SPELL WORKED!" England yelled.

He felt like performing some kind of victory dance- he was that excited. However, he had to contain his excitement: America was here after all and even if he got the slightest bit overexcited then America would never let him live it down.

"Okay we get it! What's your spell gonna do then?" America asked.

"Well it's hard to explain, especially to one as dumb as you but basically I have an opportunity to change my past." England explained excitedly.

"What is it you wanna change then Britain? Make your eyebrows thinner?" America snickered.

England turned red with fury as America laughed away at his smart comment. England became so mad that he pushed America even further away and began to yell at him with his eyes shut tight.

"Very funny! This is the exact attitude I want to be rid of! When you're out of the picture I won't have to put up with your jokes and your teasing ever again!" England yelled.

America stopped laughing. His joyous, hearty laugh instantly transformed into a shocked and surprised stare.

"You're getting rid of me?" America asked in a low whisper.

England's eyes shot open and he covered his mouth, but it was already too late: the words had shot out faster than Italy at a restaurant. America's mouth was slightly open in shock and England was shaking in anticipation of what might happen next.

"B-Britain... Why?" America asked.

America's P.O.V

Why? Why would Britain wish for this? I thought we were friends... Sure I may have caused him some grief in the past. The Revolutionary War really separated the both of us but I didn't realise that he hated me so much that he'd want to get rid of me.

"You know why!" Britain snaps angrily. "You're always making fun of me and insulting me so you've brought it upon yourself! Surely you want me out of your life too? I'm doing what's best for the both of us!"

I can't believe Britain would feel this way. How could he even think that I feel the same? I thought Britain was my friend, but now I don't want to know him either. Being able to change my past so that I don't have to suffer him anymore... I like the sound of that now. After all, if he still doesn't know me that well after all of this time together then he's not really worth being in my life. If he was that good of a friend he'd know that I'd still want him in my life.

"Okay then Britain." I said.

Britain looked up. His rage disappeared and his face became blank yet with an extremely surprised feel. I smiled sneakily at him and continued.

"I'll help you change the past. Who knows? I might end up with a slightly more competent big brother, y'know like France." I smirk.

"Why you ungrateful little-" Britain begins.

But then we both felt a slight tugging motion at the hem of our trousers. We both looked down at the floor to see a young child, slightly messy, dark (well darker than mine at least) hair and blue eyes.

"E-excuse me. But do you know where I could get some food?" The boy asked.

"I say, can't you see that we're having an argument here? We only just arrived here so we don't know where any food is. Try over there or something." Britain told the child.

The child beamed and then ran off in the direction Britain suggested. Once he was gone, Britain turned back to me and leaned in close to give a death glare that could send chills down the spine of even the mightiest of heroes.

"I tried my very best to raise you. I once almost broke my hand making toys for you. I spent my hard earned money to make you look presentable. Don't even think about describing me as incompetent." Britain growled.

"Britain calm down I-"

I reached my hand out to rest my hand on his shoulder as he turned to leave but he swatted my hand away and shot another glare at me.

"The sooner we change my past, the better." He muttered.

I nod reluctantly and then I follow him as we walk across the vibrant green field. I don't quite get what we're looking for but I follow him nonetheless. Then Britain stops and I bump into him. Britain stood completely still so I walked around to the front of him to see what was the matter. His face was wearing a look of shock, his eyes wide as saucers and his mouth slightly open in a speechless sort of way.

I turned around to look at what he was seeing. There in the middle of the lush patches of grass, sat yet another young boy, hair lighter than the one before, but the same blue eyes and eager look about him that I would be able to recognise anywhere.

"That's... Me..."


...Cliffhanger. Boom. Reviews= Shout-outs, Favourite stories and Story alerts are fine but don't be afraid to review.

The spell gives one the opportunity to change history by putting different things in place. I've watched all of the Hetalia episodes up to the movie but I haven't read all of the manga yet so I apologise if things aren't exactly canon.

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~Neko