A/N: Something I marked but forgot to mention, I know Africa isn't a country but the only reason why Egypt and Puerto Rice are her siblings is because they have African influences and are fairly close…except for Egypt but he's just for funsies, you'll see why. But Jamaica has tons of African roots and too many tribes to boils down into a single country in Africa so I just summed it up. I'm lazy so sue me.

~Jamaica~

It'd been quite some time since she'd met someone that had practiced magick that wasn't in the family, after they'd left Japan's house they parted ways and England asked her if she wanted to hang out. Jamaica chuckled at their parting conversation.

"I can pick you up at your place at 1:30." England stated happily, Jamaica nodded and chuckled at his 'being a gentleman' before the two turned around to walk away before Jamaica turned back around.

"England, dress casual, mon." She teased, he cracked a smile.

"Formal casual?" He asked behind a raised eyebrow she chuckled.

"T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers." She specified he just laughed and they parted for real this time.

She was so excited and flipping through her spell books because magick was bound to come up. Her phone rang and she answered it.

"Talk to me."

"Hey Jamaica, what's up?" Gibraltar greeted, Jamaica leaned against the wall.

"What's up Gibby? I thought you were at some kinda meetin' with Spain."

"Don't call me 'Gibby', and the meeting just ended plus we haven't talked in a while. What's up?"

"I'm about to go hang out with England, we have a lot in common and I haven't really had any one-on-one time with anybody in a while." She responded, Gibraltar hummed.

"Africa's not going to like that." He warned, Jamaica shrugged indifferently trying to prove she felt indifferent to herself.

"Big brotha Africa isn't gonna like everyting I do, I care 'bout him but I know he'll understand me wantin' ta talk ta more people." She reasoned, Gibraltar hummed again, she rolled her eyes hating when guys did that.

"Your accents slipping Jamaica, what are you angry about?" He taunted, she scowled.

"I'll talk ta ya later." She hung up but not before she heard him chuckle on the other end. Forgetting Gibby, which he is now forever named, she tossed on a pair of cargo shorts, a black tank-top, flat shoes, and her ever handy satchel while walking into the hall she put her hair into twin-tails since she had no time to twist her locks into dreads.

She was still unsure of whether or not they were going to hang out at hers or England's place, her place was nice and sunny at the moment. It was one of those days where the sun peaked through the clouds at different spots and you could lay on the grass and let the wind wash over you. The thought lulled her eyes shut and a particular spot of cool grass in her front yard that beckoned her. She flipped her wrist over to stare at her watch and she still had thirty minutes to kill so…why not? Outside the air hit her with a fresh wave of warmth that carried her to the tree in front of her house, Jamaica's lounged in this spot so much you could literally see her form in the grass. The grass blades felt cool against her skin and tickled her every time the wind rounded her, sleep was inevitable and impossible, she kept telling herself she had thirty minutes to burn.

The sound of grass crunching behind feet woke Jamaica up, she looked up at England in a black and green collared shirt, black slacks, and black sneakers smiling down at her. His green eyes were bright and held a content happiness.

"You look comfortable." He teased, she stretched.

"I am, the grass feels good and it's a lazy day." England sat next to her and put his hand on the grass.

"Lazy day, huh? I haven't had one of those in quite some time." He sounded as though he were reminiscing, Jamaica rolled to face him.

"Maybe you should take one, it's never good to always be busy you gotta either slow down or burn out." She advised rolling towards him again laying her cheek against the grass. England chuckled.

"I guess you're right, tch, I know some girls and even guys (France) that couldn't bear to put their face on the ground." He commented Jamaica rested her head on her arms.

"That so?" She asked and England began to tell funny stories about girls obsessing over little things, the stories made Jamaica laugh and she was having fun just listening to him speak. At conferences when they'd have brief conversations there his tone was business-like and professional, it was nice to talk to the England that wasn't as reserved as his formal alter-ego. His hands would move to explain things further and his eyes were vibrant and animated, as he told a story he smiled but she wanted to make him smile then Jamaica was suddenly hit with an idea.

"That's what we could do today!" She exclaimed.

"Have a food fight?" He asked raising an eyebrow since that's what the story he'd been telling was about.

"No mon, take a lazy day. Do all the things you like, I'm comin' too of course I wanna see what you're like outside of meetings." Jamaica smiled as he rolled his eyes playfully.

Next they were on a plane going back to England's place, Jamaica was sitting next to England with excitement.

"So what do you like to do for fun?" She asked, her eyes were shining with curiosity, Jamaica watched England look uncomfortable for a while.

"Well… I like to read occasionally and hang out with my friends, take walks around some of my cities and, of course, practice magick." Jamaica stroked her imaginary thought beard and nodded.

"We could…go to a library, eat at one of your favorite places, you could show me 'round, then you and me could do magick together." She summed up, England raised an eyebrow at her, she watched it move up slightly with a smile.

"You've got this all planned out huh?" He asked, she shrugged.

"Easy, mon."

~England~

First he took her to a book store he loved going to that had a café attached to it, he just loved the smell of coffee and new books. The strange combination soothed him, probably because it reminded him of a regular day at his home when he found a moment to himself. He'd sit in a chair submerged in one of his favorite books and drank coffee on a lazy afternoon. Jamaica went to the counter and the cashier pointed in a direction, Jamaica walked that way and England followed. He found her crouching in an aisle with her face buried in a book, he looked up at the sign and it read Teen Section, England chuckled out loud. Jamaica looked up at him and stuck her tongue out at him, he picked up a copy of the book she held and read the summary. She snatched it away from him and handed him a different book.

"Don't read that, it's the second book and it'll spoil this one's endin'." She chastised her accent slightly thicker, he raised an eyebrow and she looked away quickly.

"You read teen fiction romance?" He asked, she looked at the book with a hopeless smile and shrugged.

"This love isn't all smut, it's about an actual connection. Somethin' real." She countered, reaching into her satchel and fishing out a wallet.

"Not all adult books have smut in them, and real love, in real life, has smut too." He stated matter-of-factly, Jamaica looked at him then smiled deviously.

"You sound like France." She taunted, England was sure he went red in the face.

"I'd never sound like that perverted frog!" Jamaica's giggle and accompanied by a 'honhonhon' from the next aisle. France strolled into the aisle with them.

"You'll never look like me either." He mocked, England rolled his eyes.

"Thank God."

"If you took better care of your hair and, of course, wax those eyebrows then you'd maybe be as sexy as me, no?" France trolled on England, who opened his mouth to say something but Jamaica laid her hands on England's chest and her body faced him. She produced tears and pouted before turning to France, who was taken slightly aback by this.

"Whaaaaat? I love Iggy's eyebrows." She said in a child-like voice laced with affection, she got up on her tiptoes and kissed one of England's eyebrows. England was shocked himself but the expression on France's face was priceless, France opened his mouth to say something but walked away, Jamaica turned around slowly before chuckling.

"What the bloody hell was that?" He asked fighting a blush, Jamaica giggled and picked up her abandoned book.

"Actin', every girl can do it."

"Why'd you do that?" Jamaica shrugged.

"He was bein' a jerk and it bothers him that I don't swoon over him so I figured he'd get pissy if he saw me bein' affectionate towards you." She reasoned, scanning through the books.

"He likes you?" England asked stupidly, that git liked anything that moved.

"No more than her likes any other girl I'm sure." She chuckled, England raised his hand to the same eyebrow she kissed, her lips were soft and warm…he blushed at the thought but shook it away.

"You didn't have to do that you know." Jamaica shrugged.

"I know but how could I pass up an opportunity to kiss those cute eyebrows." She chimed within a giggle, England looked at her with shock. Not really sure if she was kidding or not.

"T-they're not cute!" He argued figuring if he pretended to be angry figuring it'd be the best route to take since it could be a good comeback in either situation.

"Wanna know somethin' England? Sometimes at conferences I can't put a face to a name unless I hear them speak. But I know who you are in a second, I can't stand that they look alike. Mostly pale blondes but that's not very distinguishable but you are in looks and definitely in personality." She praised turning from him completely scanning through the books for the fiftieth time, before turning back to him with a smile. "I'm ready to check out are you?"

"Yeah." He answered and she walked off to the cash register, England followed but lagged back slightly. I should've been friends with her a long time ago, she's really nice. He thought while watching her, long toned legs poked out from under her shorts, her skin looked rich and smooth, even though her clothes were baggy they still revealed a figure from behind. Those pig-tails made her look childlike and stopped at the small of her back.

"England?" She asked, oh crap she'd been talking ARGH what'd she say? Eventually he gave up.

"I'm sorry what was that?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound stupid, Jamaica smiled.

"I said 'What's the next stop?'"

He'd taken her to one of his favorite place to eat when he didn't cook at home and she ate it without complaining about the taste like other countries often did. After they ate they spent several minutes trying to cut the bill, Jamaica wanted to pay since her food was more expensive but England argued that she was his guest. Eventually they split it even and Jamaica left the waitress a tip, now they were walking around and Jamaica pulled a pack of gum out of her satchel and offered England a piece, he began laughing.

"What?" She hald-demanded, he took the gum.

"That's the only normal thing I've seen you pull from that thing." He chuckled and this time she laughed with him.

"I do have alotta stuff in here." She agreed.

"How often do you clean it?" He asked, she looked at him biting back laughter.

"Never."

"Never!"

"Wanna see what's in it?" She asked, he wanted to argue about the never cleaning thing but he was curious, so he nodded. "Where's your place?" she asked. England took to her his home and lead her into the living room. She looked around curiously.

"You're house is pretty. It's all cozy." She cooed, England smiled at her.

"Thank you." Jamaica took off the satchel and looked for a clear spot on the floor.

"Ready?" She asked with a feline grin, he raised an eyebrow but nodded. She turned the satchel upside down and gave it one tap. England's living room was suddenly flooded with a pile of random things, Jamaica stood at the top of pile, that was taller her, holding her satchel. A slim tan cat crawled out of the pile, she had black paws and white ears. She shook her head and sneezed then looked up at Jamaica, who had her hands on her hips.

"So that's where you were huh?" Jamaica scolded, the cat turned its back on Jamaica and licked it's paws, clear defiance.

"J-Jamaica?" England looked up at her and stepped around the things on the floor.

"It's enchanted mon. Might wanna move unless you wanna get sucked in here. JamaiCat move your tail." She said softly to England then glared at the cat, who slowly walked away. Jamaica tapped her satchel twice and all the stuff was sucked back into it like a vacuum. England walked to her but the cat stopped him by jumping on his pants and hanging there with claws.

"J-cat! Stop bein' spoiled and get down!" Jamaica scolded, England looked at her as though she'd lost it.

"Jamaica, she's just a cat be a bit kinder to her." England stated picking up the cat, which nuzzled into England.

"She's a smartass is what she is." Jamaica argued reaching for the cat, England handed J-cat to Jamaica.

"Like pet like owner and all that." He smiled, Jamaica looked at him briefly then looked at the cat.

"Wanna see something cool?" She asked, England saw the amusement in her eyes so he nodded and sat down. Jamaica put the cat's forehead to hers and mumbled softly while looking into her eyes. Jamaica's stance shifted and she dropped the cat, who looked at her and huffed before trotting over to England and pouncing in his lap. Jamaica stretched and yawned then cut a glare at the cat that was now on England's head.

"Pfft, little show off. I betcha gonna do someting like makin' 'is 'ouse disappear nex' huh?" Jamaica asked the cat, her accent thicker than molasses. J-cat jumped off England's head and raised her hair at Jamaica, who looked away from the cat.

"Jamaica?" England asked, J-cat turned around to look at him with a questioning look on her face while Jamaica still looked away. They switched bodies!

"J-Jamaica that's bloody brilliant!" He exclaimed, Jamaica gave England a kitty smile and fanned her tail back and forth in pride, J-cat rolled her eyes at them and curled up on the floor.

"Can ya stop exploitin' meh now so I can go taka nap somewhere?" J-cap snapped, Jamaica hissed at her and they argued, England looked at the door to find his sleepy little companion.

"Hey UKat." England greeted picking him up, when he turned back to the girls J-cat was on her stomach and watching them with her chin in her hands. Jamaica looked at her then at them and hissed at her before 'nyao-ing' angrily at J-cat. Jamaica pressed her paw to J-cat's forehead and Jamaica's posture shifted once again and she grabbed J-cat and murmured something to her before putting her on the ground and standing. J-cat walked towards England and looked up at the before walking away, UKat jumped out of England's arms and followed. Jamaica face-palmed and England cleared his throat.

"How many spells do you know exactly?" He asked the curiousity had gotten the best of him, she chuckled at him.

"Too many for my own good."

"Do…you think you'd be able to help me with something?" He asked, she looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I think I can."

~Jamaica~

England took me to his basement and when I walked in I was welcomed by a denser air that engulfed me and the wide arrangements of items he has salts and essences and base potions and powders. She wondered where his Magical Wal Mart was. England stopped and turned to her.

"Jamaica, I want to ask you for a favor." He began, Jamaica tilted her head to the side slightly.

"Sure, what's up?" She asked and watched him look away uncomfortably.

"Do you know a…" He trailed off and mumbled, Jamaica raised an eyebrow.

"A what?"

"A spell for tattoo removal." He bit with a clenched fist, Jamaica looked at him and blinked a few times before fighting to hold in giggles since he was so serious.

"You…have a ..tattoo?" She asked failing to keep the humor out of her tone, he nodded curtly.

"Can you help or not?" England asked, she swallowed her laugh and looked around his lab.

"Looks like I can, show me it please so I know how much to work with." She requested, England sighed and turned around before pulling off his shirt. Jamaica walked around his lab and gathered a pale blue liquid and a red grainy mixture.

"Do you need a book?" He asked, Jamaica looked over his powders for Concentrated Ezmine, a green powder, so the process would hurt less.

"No I got it." She smiled before turning around to face him…or his back rather.

Jamaica approached England and observed the large tattoo in the middle of his back, it was a waving British flag with a black skull and crossbones in the middle tied to a flag with chained linked to twin cannons on the sides. She pulled a chair up to put the ingredients on so she could run her hand across the raised skin there.

"You wanna get rid of this?" She asked mostly for her to believe, mostly tattoos she'd removed had been stupid ones but this. This was a work of art, gotten to send a message. This had meaning, a hopeful one judging by the art.

"Yes, I do. I don't need it." That made Jamaica frown.

"But…it's really…beautiful, mon." She sighed when he didn't answer. "At least tell me what it meant, the chains obviously mean some sort of confinement. The cannons…power? And the waving flag with crossbones is rebellion? Escape from death?" She guessed, he chuckled at that.

"I got this thinking, 'Force can't hold me down, I'll continue to catch wind and wave onward.'." He elaborated, Jamaica tapped her chin.

"The skull and crossbones?" He was quiet for a moment.

"I used to be a pirate." He said softly, Jamaica understood now. He wasn't really happy with his past so he wants to get rid of the constant reminder. What a waste… she thought to herself.

"Well, I'll help you, 'kay?" She opted in a cheery voice, he chuckled once.

"Thanks." Jamaica poured the red salt in her hand and added the blue liquid then the green powder.

"Don't thank me yet, this is gonna hurt even with the minimal pain version." She warned mumbling the spell to her palm.

'This Body is a Temple
Marked by a Mistake
Remove from this Vessel
And Wipe Clean this Slate'

Her palms vibrated with warmth and power, she looked at England tattoos again and sighed.

"Ready?" She asked, he clenched his fists and nodded, she looked at the work of art again and kissed it softly taking in his scent. Still vanilla but this time the coffee shop smell lingered, he flinched.

"What that about?" She chuckled.

"Part of the ritual." No it wasn't.

Jamaica pressed her hands onto his back quickly and rubbed the mixture in, England was shaking but stood still. Jamaica continued to knead the spell into his tattoo until her hand was cold she immediately pulled away and wiped his back with a towel. The skin there was now smooth and clean but without the distracting tattoo Jamaica noticed England's scars, she smiled and an area between her shoulder blades itched but she shrugged it off. England stood up straight slowly and walked to a mirror, he turned around to look at it and smiled.

"It looks great Jamaica, you have no idea how much I appreciate this." He smiled at her, Jamaica looked at him and tried to imagine him in pirates clothing. The shirt and vest and pants, holding a sword to defend himself and his pride, the vision she saw looked…pretty strange but…good? Jamaica shook her head of the thought and looked at England.

"I have a tattoo too you know." She smiled and turned her back to him.

"You do?" She nodded and pulled the side of her shirt up enough to see the whole thing. It was a guitar in the small of her back and confused looking swirls broke off to end in question marks down her side.

"It wraps around my thigh too to border a ukulele." She explained with a smile, England looked at it with an observational look on his face before he started laughing.

"I can't make sense of yours I'm not too familiar with different elements of tattoos." He admitted, Jamaica left her shirt fall and turned around. She pulled a guitar out of her satchel and strummed it.

"Guitar is probably my favorite instrument because I can relate to it. It's a beautiful instrument when rightly crafted and brings joy to its listeners but it has a hole it's missing somethin'. Know what that is?" She asked looking down at the guitar she didn't wait for him to answer. "It's missin' somethin', an unplayed guitar is unhappy because it's missin' something important. It's music, it's music is what makes the guitar happy." Jamaica stopped explaining and felt the air had gotten thicker but only with awkwardness.

~England~

He'd watched her for a second, her face was solemn but held a smile as she looked down at her guitar. At herself.

"What are you missing? What's your music?" He asked before he could stop himself, Jamaica looked down as her smiled slowly disappeared. The room was suddenly filled with music, Jamaica pulled out her cell phone and cleared her throat.

"Hello?...Oh hey Poland, what's up?...Uh-huh" She gasped. "Really!...That's so sweet of you! I'll try to make it awesome!...I'll bring you a mix about it next week ok?...'Kay…Bye." Jamaica hung up and smiled a feline at England.

"That was Poland, he wants me to DJ at his party next month!" She almost sang excitedly, England watched her smile and practically do a victory dance, then he remembered his question.

"Oh, Jamai—"

"I have to go get started on a mix right away, I'll see you later England!" She bid running for the door, his mind worked quickly.

"T-thanks for today it was really fun!" He yelled, she stopped for a moment at the doorway before running off again. England smiled.

"JamaiCat get your tail here now we have to leave!" She yelled, he heard a yowl and his door shut. He snorted at her and smiled.

Git…

~The End~

A/N: Well did you like it? Did you not? Do you like their tattoos? Is JamaiCat fun? Do you like UKat? Lol I try to give all the cats cute names even though a lot of them already have names. Please leave me a review telling me what you think.