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Two

Of Spoilers and Sorcery

'You're LYING! That can't be what happens, it just can't!'

'Would I lie?'

'You lie all the time! It's one of your biggest features!'

'I think you're getting me confused with Clara.'

'Hey!'

The nations have all seated themselves down for the meeting of the second day when they look up to the sound of familiar voices on the other side of the big door again. England hasn't arrived yet and it's plain to see that he's spent the morning yelling at the Doctor.

The door flies open to reveal three people: England glaring at the Doctor, the Doctor smirking right back, and Clara standing in the middle, looking exasperated.

'You ruined everything!' England shrieks, sounding a little hysterical.

'Oh shut up, it's just a TV show,' the Doctor says, brushing it off.

England's eyes widen. In an instant, he throws himself at the Doctor, arms reached out to start hitting the Time Lord. Clara quickly holds the country off before he can get to the other and America and Japan quickly leap up from their seats to help her.

'What happened now?' Germany says with a sigh.

'HE RUINED IT!' England screams. 'HE RUINED SHERLOCK!'

'Say what?' America says.

'HE SPOILT THE FOURTH SERIES FOR ME!'

France explodes with laughter. 'Well played, Doctor, well played! You truly do know Angleterre's weaknesses.'

'Dude? You know what happens?' America says excitedly. 'How did Moriarty do it?'

'It's not fair!' England sobs. 'That can't be right!'

'Oh come on, all I did was tell you the plot,' the Doctor says offhandedly. 'I could have done something much worse-'

'YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!' England genuinely looks close to actual tears. The Doctor almost feels a little sorry for what he did, but then he remembers having to disinfect the railings in the console room of the TARDIS, and the pity washes away.

England takes a deep breath and when he speaks next, his words are shaking with silent fury. 'You shouldn't have done that. I will have my revenge,' he vows.

'Well, you can certainly try,' the Doctor replies, equally determined.

As far as the other nations are concerned, the rest of the day and most of the next two days are uneventful. Once England has calmed down, he quietly takes his seat in between France and America and spends the majority of the meeting in silence, neither rising to the bait when France taunts him, or yelling at America when the younger nation comes up with another ridiculous idea to stop global warming. No, England sits in silence, clearly deep in thought. He pays no attention to those around him and doesn't even complain when Prussia runs in with a fire extinguisher and douses half the room in a white foam before racing out again, cackling madly.

The next day, England is surprisingly cheerful. He greets everyone with a high level of enthusiasm which is very abnormal of him, and is even fairly polite when speaking to France. America and Japan shoot each other knowing looks when this happens. The day before, England was obviously thinking of a way to retaliate to the Doctor's latest prank, and it's clear that he must have now come up with a suitable idea, or perhaps he's already executed the plan.

'You good now, dude?' America asks England.

'Hmm?' England asks, still smiling.

'I mean, have you calmed down and everything?'

'Yes.'

'Okay. Great. So, uh, are you cool with telling me how Moriarty faked it now? 'Cause seriously, the suspense is killing me.'

All America gets in reply is a vanished smile and an icy glare. Ouch. Probably shouldn't have brought up Sherlock.

It's at the end of the next day when the Doctor finally shows up again. The other nations are just starting to believe that maybe nothing is going to happen, and that perhaps the prank war is over, but then the Time Lord suddenly appears as the meeting is drawing to a close.

The Doctor throws open the door with a face like thunder, which is emphasised greatly by those thick, unruly grey eyebrows and a slightly deranged look in his eyes. He's soaking wet and covered all manner of weird stains and random objects that appear to be clinging to him; lots of wires and cogs poking out of his clothes, a spatula sticking out of his collar and even what looks like a rat curled up in his grey hair, though the rat is green, has fins and is definitely some kind of alien rodent from some distant planet.

There are a few bouts of laughter from around the room which are quickly silenced by the look of deep, unfathomable rage the Doctor sends at those guilty.

'Oh, hello, Doctor,' England says simply. 'So good of you to join us.'

'Shut. Up,' the Doctor spits.

'You appear to have something on your head, old friend. Perhaps a mirror should suffice your needs? That way you can observe any other aspects of your appearance that might be... out of order.' England's eyes sparkle with amusement as his eyes fall on the stains and objects that cover the Time Lord.

The Doctor walks over to England with surprising speed. 'You fix it. Right now.'

England raises his eyebrows. 'The chameleon circuit? I thought we'd already established that it is now fixed-'

'It's not enough that you change the exterior of the TARDIS, but now you've decided to mess up the interior too?!' the Doctor growls.

'I dare say I've made it more interesting, if anything.'

'Two days,' the Doctor hisses. 'Two days I was trapped in the TARDIS. She wouldn't let me out. Her interior has changed completely and nothing I said or did could changer her mind! She wouldn't listen to me at all! She allowed me to be trapped and wouldn't show me the way out!'

'She?' China echoes.

'The TARDIS!'

'Your time machine, your problem,' England says indifferently.

'You did something to her! You rearranged the layout completely and the whole interior looks like the result of a nuclear war! Twice I fell from a trap door into the swimming pool, which, by the way, now resembles a swamp like the ones found on the planet Hagyan!'

'That explains the rat-fish,' America whispers to Japan.

'I ended up in an overgrown rainforest in what used to be the library!' the Doctor continues, scowling. 'And I kept getting thrown against walls and pushed to the ground by some invisible force-'

'Yes, I ordered Mr Gumdrops and a few other friends to oversee your charming experience,' England replies happily.

'Mr what?' the Doctor interjects.

'My unicorn.'

The Doctor just stares at England. Words completely fail him.

'I'm sure they kept you occupied, creating false doors , reconstructing the layout and adding bits of nature here and there,' England says. 'It must have been pretty frustrating, trapped in your own ship.'

'You little... Dalek. How on Earth did you convince the TARDIS to betray me like that? She's always on my side! Always.'

England pushes his chair back and stands up so that he can meet the Doctor's gaze head on. 'You may have a time machine, but I have magic,' he announces meaningfully.

'You convinced a Gallifreyan Type 40 TARDIS, created by one of the most powerful races the universe has ever seen, to bend to your will just with a little enchantment?' the Doctor says incredulously.

All England does in reply is smile smugly.

It's at this moment that the Doctor realises that he should never, ever, ever underestimate England's powers.

'It can't have been that bad,' Clara says after the Doctor's explained everything. She tries very hard not to grin or laugh, which is proving difficult.

The Doctor pulls a lever on the TARDIS console down so forcefully that Clara is surprised it doesn't break. 'It was alright for you, Clara. You weren't stuck in here because you were too busy making gooey eyes at PE or whatever it is you do with him.'

'I told you, he's not a PE teacher, he's a maths teacher! And that's not the point!'

'England's in way over his head,' the Doctor says with a determined grimace. 'He's playing with fire.'

'Why don't you just make nice?' Clara says, exasperated. 'A nation over a thousand years old and a Time Lord over two thousand years old are acting like they're six. Just apologise to each other and call it even.'

'He ruined my TARDIS!'

'And you ruined Sherlock! Which, by the way, is definitely not fair- I mean, who knew that that John Watson would end up-'

'That was a minor prank, and his reaction blew it completely out of proportion!' the Doctor protests.

Clara snorts with laughter. 'America was right- two old men with funny eyebrows waging a prank war is ridiculously funny-'

'Oh, ha ha ha, I can barely contain my laughter,' the Doctor says sourly.

'Don't strain yourself,' Clara says with a wink.

The Doctor folds his arms. 'Whose side are you on, Clara?'

Clara smirks. 'I'm a teacher; I don't chose sides when the kids start acting up. I put them in detention and ensure they've learnt their lesson.'

The Doctor clicks his finger. 'Well, that's what England's got coming to him. He's most certainly going to learn his lesson...'

Btw, if anyone has any ideas for pranks that could be included in this story, suggestions are welcome! Thanks for reading, and remember to review!

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