Author here again. :D I like to thank the people who voted on this story. Anyways, here's chapter 1 for you.

Moony out

Chapter One: England

Britain decided he hated meetings, especially world meetings. Ironically, they caused more problems in these meeting then solved them, yet these meetings were about solving problems. It didn't help that France and him often ended up fighting, which led to Germany yelling. Yep, world meetings were a blast.

He looked around the table watching the other countries. Sitting next to was America who was eating a hamburger. The Brit rolled his eyes at that. On the other side sat a blonde who looked like America. He tried to remember the country's name. Canadia? Canada? He shook his head and focused on the speaker which was China.

Suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his neck, like a snowman was breathing on him. His head started to hurt. He could sense something was different, something magical had changed. He needed to get home fast to figure this out. Sighing, Britain got up.

"I'm leaving early.. Er.., I don't feel very well today." Then he dashed out the door. He was lucky because the meeting was in London, and his home wasn't that far away. He quickly exited the building and got into his car.

He soon reached his house and parked the car and headed inside. Unbeknown to him a certain Frenchman had followed him to make sure the Brit was alright. He walked into his basement where all of his magic needing things were located. He pulled out a spellbook and walked over to his pensive determined to figure what caused this disturbance in the balance of magic.

He muttered a spell and watched as the pensive changed to show a young lady with a golden box in her hand..

"What in the bloody world?" He wondered outloud.

"Angleterre(1)? What is wrong?" A familiar French accent asked.

Britain dropped his spellbook in suprise and yelped.

"W-what are you doing here frog?"

"To help you of course."

"I don't need your help! I'm perfectly fine on my own!" He picked up his book again and glared at the Frenchman.

"But, mon ami(2), you said you weren't feeling well. Shouldn't you be resting and not doing magic?"

France did have a point, but the Brit wasn't going to admit that. Instead he turned around back to the pensive and ignored France. He needed to find a way to talk to that lady on the island, to figure out what happened. He flipped through his spellbook until he found something that could work; a portal spell.

"Portal aperi mihi , volo ut ubi me.(3)"

A portal appeared on his wall. He smiled and walked to it. He quickly grabbed a bag and filled it with potion ingredients, recipes, and another spellbook, and then grabbed his cloak before stepping into the portal.

(1) England (French)

(2) My friend (French)

(3) Portal open up for me, take me where I want to be. (Latin)

Anyways, hoped you enjoyed chapter one. I sorry it was also short D: But chapter two will be out soon.

Adios,

Moony