Chapter 2

England can't believe his appearance. He pulled his body forward to the mirror take a better look of himself. What is this pastel pink hair?! He thought while he ruffles his hair. His hand then slid down to the corner of his eyes. Why my eyes are blue? What happened to my green eyes? England's expression turned grim, still trying to stay calm as much as possible. After that, he then slid his hand to his right cheek, tracing the not-suppose-to-be-here freckles with his delicate fingers. "Bloody hell..." England mumbled, confirming that everything that happened to him is true. He then straightens himself and took a deep breath.

"What made me turn like thi-" England halts his sentence when he realizes something. "Romania's dual-personality pills!" He said while tapping his fist on his palm. "I didn't expect that his pills will turn me like this. I better call him immediately or else I will be late for the meeting." England thought and head to get his Victorian-style telephone on the beside table.

"Finally"

England, who was about to grasp his telephone, flinched and turn his head back when he heard a deep, crooking voice. He glanced throughout his room to find the source of the voice he just heard. He then went silent to concentrate, assuming to hear the same voice again but in the end, he heard nothing but only the chirping sound of the birds outside.

England sighed in relief. "It was a hallucination huh, probably one of the side effect of this pill." He convinced himself and started to dial Romania's home number. On the moment he tried to press the last number, England felt a short sharp stinging pain in his head, making him to hold his head for a few seconds while biting his lips as he tries to bear the pain. "What the hell... This is painful..." He mumbled. Soon, the pain gradually fade, England breath deep and pressed the last number, followed by the sound of the dial, then the tapping sound that someone answered the phone.

"Good morning~ Who this person might be?"

"Romania, it's me, England" his voice was a bit weak but still audible to hear. "Oh, England! How are you? Are you okay? Actually I was worried about you? Are you feeling fine?" Romania, after learning that the caller was England, immediately burst with incessant questions. "Calm down, Romania. I am fine, but something unexpected happened to me. And I think it will be easier for you to understand if you will just come to my house."

Romania arched his eyebrow in wonder but he decided to go. "Sure, England. Gonna nation-hop to your house. I'll be there within few minutes." Then he hanged the phone. England placed the phone back and decided to change his clothes. He doesn't like to destroy his gentleman identity.

A minute later, he was already in his usual attire, long-sleeves shirt with a warm-looking dark beige colored sweater vest then black casual trousers as his pants. England went down stairs to prepare some tea. He picked his favorite tea set and brought out English Breakfast tea pack. While waiting for the water to boil, he looked again himself in the mirror, wondering what Romania might react.

"This hair is unbelievable." England started to get annoyed, pulling some strands of his hair. He thought that blue or white was better than this girly pastel pink color. Moments later, he heard his doorbell rang. Knowing who might person that be, he sprinted towards the door. Soon, pressing the lever door handle and opening the door slowly.

"Good morning, Englan-" Romania's usual grin dropped when it turned into a gasp, eyes dilated, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!" He exclaimed as he grasps the shoulders of the British man. England crossed his arms and smiled. A dark, annoyed smile.

"That is my question, Romania. What the hell did you to your pills? Look, my hair turned pink, I gained freckles, and my eyes! My eyes turned blue!" England pointed his eyes. Romania stared his appearance with total bewilderment. He too, wasn't sure why the side effect of his pills turned out like that.

England sighed and calms himself. "Anyway, go inside. I will prepare a tea for you and please turn my appearance back to normal. I can't go like this to the meeting." The British man said as he gestured his hands outward, beckoning Romania to go inside. Romania complied and gave a nod of appreciation.

The two wizard went to the living room while England went straight to the kitchen for the kettle was screaming, giving a cue that the water is boiled already. Few minutes later, England came back while holding the same tray as yesterday, tea sets on it with few toasted bread with jam spread as their small breakfast. Romania was already lounging himself on the sofa, crossing his arms and legs while placing his fingers on his chin, looking pensive.

After placing all the tea cups and their breakfast, England sat on the opposite side of Romania and started to talk about the topic. "Thanks for the tea and breakfast, England" Romania thanked, giving him his usual smile. "No problem." England replied laconically while placing the tray at the other side of the table. "England, before I can make an antidote or reversible pills for you, I need to know if you felt something weird, pain, or anything that you felt that it is not right." Romania said and started to bring out his notes and pen from his pocket. England took some sips of his tea, then after placing it back on the saucer, he thought for awhile.

"Besides from this shocking appearance, I think I experience a short headache." England said, still contemplating. "Short headache. Anything else?" he asked after jutting down notes. England closed his eyes to check if that was only the weird feeling he experienced but after another moment, he recalled about the voice.

"Oh," England said while opening his eyes, "I think I heard a voice." "A voice?" Romania asked. "Yup, a voice. A deep, crooking, voice. It was creepy and somewhat mad. But that voice disappeared immediately."

"That's really creepy." Romania said and noted about the voice too. "Anything else?"

"I think that's all for this mornin-" England's sentence halt, flinched when another wave of pain struck his head. He placed his hand again to his head, trying to ease the pain. "England!" Romania stood up and immediately knelt before him, shocked and concerned. "England, are you alright?" Romania couldn't believe that the pills that he just made it for fun turned out something painful that made his friend to suffer.

"I'm alright, Romania. It's just a headache." England raised his hands to assure his companion that his fine. "No, you're not." Romania said, not satisfied with England statement. It was obvious from his wobbling voice that his headache wasn't light at all. "I'm sorry, England. It's all my fault. I dropped the pill inside your tea." Romania apologized, guilt was felt inside him.

"No, no. It wasn't totally you're fault. Besides, that was an accident." England said, removing his hand from his head. Beads of sweat were visible from his temples, while the heavy one slowly trickled down to his pale cheek. Romania winced when he saw the agonizing expression of England. England was smiling at him but his eyes didn't lie. He is trying to bear the excruciating headache he is currently engaging with. "I'm totally fine, Romania. Don't worry. It is true that the headache right now is stronger that the first one, but it is still bearable. I'm fine so let us work together to make the reversible pil-"

"You. Are. not. Totally. Fine. England!" Romania emphasized every single word and stood up. "You must take some rest. Cancel the meeting. I will immediately find a way and make the reversible pill to return to your normal state. So what you should do now is to sleep!" England's eyes widened, surprised with the sudden direction and concern that Romania showed it to him. This made England to chuckle.

"Okay, okay. I think I will take some nap." Romania's cheek turned pink, a bit embarrassed but he tried to appear nonchalant. The Romanian tried to help England to stand but the British man refused. He told him that at least he will go back to his room by himself. Romania respected his decision but he followed him, worried that he might trip anytime.

As soon as they arrived in England's room, England flopped himself on his bed, pulling the blanket until his chest. He felt that the throbbing pain of his headache got worse. Romania, noticed that too, just by scrutinizing England's expression.

"England, you're face is red" he said while placing his hand on the forehead of the British man. "As expected, you have a fever."

"I think so... "England agreed, panting."Romania *pant* I- I think, you better g-go home *pant* and m-make the reversi-sible pills...*cough cough* the fever might trans-sfer to y-you" England, said. Coughs started to strike his lungs. Romania furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. "England, even if I want to make the pills right now, I can't just leave you alone like this. Where do you keep your medicines? I will go and get some medicine for you." Romania inquired. He wants to do something to help England. He knew that he can't concentrate making the reversible pills if he will just leave England without giving him some aid. England stared at him for awhile but after confirming that Romania will not listen to any of his excuse, he gave in. "Thanks Romania. *cough cough* The medicine box is I-in the left ca-cabinet of the dining room. *pant* in the third row, on the right corner."

"Got it. Gonna come back right away." then Romania sprinted out the room. England followed his gaze him until Romania's appearance disappeared from the door. "That idiot. *cough* He doesn't need to care for me that much." England mumbled, but the corner of his lips curled upwards, happy to know that his friend is worried about him.

"Nonsense."

England's eyes dilated. This voice again. This mad, crooking voice. England, barely scanned the room to find the source of the voice but he saw no one. "W-who are y-you?" England inquired, gambled if the voice he heard will answer his question. Fortunately, the voice did.

"Haha" the dark voice laughed. "Friends, such nonsense word." England stunned when he realized that this voice was actually coming from his head.

"I-I said who are you?" England required again, annoyed that the voice didn't answer his question, followed by short coughs. "Why the hell you are speaking inside my head?! Get out from me!"

"How cold you are to me, England." the voice drawled. " And do you even need to know who am I? You already knew me? I am you" the voice replied.

"Me? That was the most stupid answer I've ever got" England retorted albeit something of this voice bothered him. A whiff of danger was already surrounding him. The voice burst out laughing which caused England's throbbing headache even worst. England held his head with his hands, curling his body to his side.

"HAHAHAHA! You're funny England, but you are already finished. I will take your place from now on" the voice sad with authority. "What?! What do you mean?" England barely asked, still trying to bear the pain. "That's what I mean. You are finished, England. I, the New England will take your place. Good bye." The crooking chuckles echoed throughout his mind, not until his vision went blurry, slowly darkness eating him.

"No w-way, I'm gonna be r-replace by you..." England tried to fight back but it was futile. The darkness conquered him. Few moments later, the body stopped trembling and slowly straightening himself.

"Haha, finally" England sit up straight, wearing his mad smile. "I'm finally free~" he drawled, stretching his arms upward. "Taking control of this body is the best than locking myself in that dark thoughts." he said while close-opening his hands. England can't help but chuckle. He was so thrilled that he finally took control of his body. Yes, the living sensation was great! A moment later he heard some footsteps from the stairway, guessing that someone is heading to his room. England, cocking his head, smiled. "Oh my, Romania. I totally forgot about him. Hehe" he couldn't stop giggling for surging excitement was making him thrill. "How should I kill him? With knife? With needles?should I torture him? or should I use lock and him and- oh" he saw sewing silver shears placed on the desk. This made him to make a mischievous grin. "Finally, I can see blood. Yes! Blood! And you are going to be my first toy, Romania. Show me your beautiful blood."