England got up off his knees and tossed the sponge back into the bucket, his gaze wondering around the now clean room. "Thanks for helping me clean up France, I expected you to run away after seeing...that." France leaned on the wall, running a hand threw his hair. "It would be rude to leave you alone with this mess, and to tell the truth...I'm a little afraid to be alone at the moment." England sighed feeling the same way, picking up the bucket. "Let's just head back up stairs, I'll make some tea." France nodded and couldn't help but smirk. "Tea is the only thing you can make,"

"I will dump this dirty water on you frog!" England walked up up the old wooden stairs shaking with anger. France followed with a small chuckle, enjoy making the British man angry. Once England walked up the stairs and got to the kitchen, he opened the back door dumping out the water and set the bucket out the steps so it wouldn't make the house smell. Closing the door he walked over to the counter and began to make the tea. "England, what do you think that snake was?" France set the broom back were it belonged and took a seat down at the table. "I'm not sure, I've never seen a spell like that." He sighed. "I might just have to call Scotland about it,"

It had been awhile since he last talked to his brother, he might get yelled at for not calling after so long. "I hope America is alright,"

"So that was who you were trying the curse," France sinkered. "Trying to make him fall in love with you?" England face turned a dark shade of red and he smacked the back of France's head. "Will you shut up!" He set a tea cup in front of France and sat across from him, taking a small sip of his own. "I'm sure America is okay, maybe the spell just made your eyebrows bigger? They look a little wild today don't you think?" England proceeded to kick France in the shin, smirking when the man yelped in pain. "Why do you have to be so mean?"

"Because I can," England smirked.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?!" England felt like screaming into the phone and throwing it across the room. "I called you because you know more about spells than I do!"

Scotland sighed, holding the phone away from his ear. "You have no respect for when I have a hangover Artie, " the red head took another puff of his cigar. "But from what I'm hearing it sounds like it gave you and the frenchie quite a scare,"

"well that helps!" He sighed looking threw his books one more time before giving up. "Like I said before, I don't own any books with forbidden dark magic." England made his way back up stairs, closing the door behind him.

"I'll look for something and give you whatever I have during the meeting this Friday, " Scotland looked over at the storm clouds frowning. "I want you to send Canada over to check up on America , there's still a chance that this spell could have affected him."

"I'll do that," England froze. "Who?"

"Canada dammit!" And with that, Scotland hung up.

I'm sorry for the not so good chapter ;-;

I promise a longer better chapter next time!

Might even post it later tonight...

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