Original chapter two had to go. Nope, not even going to look at that horrible thing.
I'm also rewriting a couple of old fairytale crossovers I did in the past, so this should be fun.
Why am I so fixated on fantasy anyway?
_(I found the line thing but I like this better)_
"What the hell do you mean I can't leave?" England shouted into his phone, possibly making the poor young secretary at the other end of the line jump in fright", I don't bloody care if we have meetings scheduled throughout the whole week, I need a flight back home. Now."
"Sir, that's simply not possible," the secretary tried to sound reasonable, which only proved to irk Arthur even more", I have special orders not to permit you to leave during meetings. I've been informed that the matters discussed during these meetings are just too important not to address immediately, sir."
"We never even get anything done in these damned meetings! I am the United Kingdom, young lady and I-" he stopped himself, counting to ten and chiding himself for such an awful display of temper. She's just doing her job, he reminded himself. "Excuse my behavior. Would you please connect me to Howard, instead? Thank you."
Almost immediately after he said that, the phone beeped and the familiar voice of his own personal assistant could be heard", you called for me, sir?"
"You were listening to that, weren't you?" Arthur momentarily smirked in approval, before huffing irritably at what he realized he just said", you could have been the one to answer in the first place, lad. The poor girl will probably quit in another week or so."
"Don't worry sir, I'll talk to her," Howard replied", though I'm afraid I won't be able to help with your problem either, sir."
"I know, I know, I'm past that," Arthur waved the matter aside irritably", I need you to pick up a few things from my house instead, and take the earliest possible plane here. That is permissible, isn't it?"
"Of course, sir. They're simply trying to make the window for trouble smaller, concerning... ah, your colleagues, sir," Howard's response was as memorized and recited as any England had encountered, making him highly suspicious.
"If this is another ploy of those idiotic humans who think they have so much power-" the island nation huffed once more, succeeding this time not to let his temper show", nevermind, that was not during your time anyway. I'll send you the details later." when I'm sure you have our secure private line.
"Very well, sir," Howard no sooner said the words that their call was ended, and England waited for a moment before calling once more, this time to a different number, one that's been established in such secrecy even England wasn't sure how it was done. And the line was for him and whoever his assistant was supposed to be. Usually one of the original Howard's descendants.
"I have a pad and paper ready, sir," this Howard cut right to the chase, something England quite appreciated in this age of fancy-footwork-presentations. He listed what he needed and where they could be found around his house, and negotiations for Howard's arrival that night was made. Apologizing for making his assistant do so much on short notice, as a gentleman would, he ended the call with expressions of godspeed and have a safe and secure flight, opting to look for other items he might well need that was obtainable locally in the meantime.
Helpful online books were most definitely not helpful, England surmised after a good hour, and filed most of the information he gleaned under 'utter bullocks'. He had moved on to looking for local places to gather goods, and though online searches were rarely reliable it wasn't entirely useless, specially not when he got past site security and into online covens. Actual online covens, not the geeky club sorts.
He was chatting rather nicely with a sweet old hag when he heard a knock at his door, making him frown. Now who could that be? Prussia wishing to apologize and beg for his ever needed help and guidance? Ha, he'd more likely get to shag Switzerland in front of the whole European Union. (Merely a wild fantasy, you see)
He was more perplexed after answering the door, being met with a slightly irritated looking Norway who gave him a stare, prompting him to step back and let the man inside. Without uttering a word, Norway glanced at the laptop open at England's desk, and sat down on the chair England previously occupied.
"France came to talk to me," Norway spoke finally, gaze steady and only the hint of curiosity in his voice", he mentioned you, and Prussia being a girl? His explanation was confusing, mostly."
"Oh, that," and here I thought you finally couldn't resist wanting to experiment with the British Empire. England huffed, glaring at the mere thought of what the French frog might have said about him", it seemed someone turned Prussia into a girl, a human culprit, from what I gather. I was nearby and had graciously offered my help but those idiots rudely refused. It seems they took my advice to get another magic user involved, at least."
"Annoyingly," Norway muttered, face almost becoming sour", I went to take a look, and though the magic signature was already practically gone I have to agree with you. It was a human, and it's alarming that humans, much less one, were able to do that. Even if it is Prussia."
"Quite right," England gave a slight shrug", I've called home for supplies that could aide my finding out more about the nature of the spell, and was just in the middle of online research."
"I could see that," Norway glanced at the laptop screen once more, (questionably, England thought ) then back at England", Mister Troll suspects this spell is not physical in nature, the sexual changes being just side effects. Spells that deal with the mind and emotions are a lot more dangerous, England, you know that."
"Oh, Mister Troll's with you?" England wondered out loud, before processing what Mister Troll had apparently said", w- well, you're right... we should check up on the other nations as well. An assault on our kind, perhaps? Or just someone Prussia managed to piss off?"
"Perhaps, yes," the Norwegian agreed, though to which idea England wasn't sure of", but that would mean we're either dealing with a powerful rogue witch, or a whole lot of them. It's best to keep our guard up. When will your supplies get here?"
"Tonight," the Englishman answered, blinking. Why hadn't he thought of that? He had been too engrossed in the spell itself, perhaps.
"We better address this at the meeting tomorrow," Norway stood up, apparently ending their conversation", I'll inform Romania of our situation, and maybe a few others. It'd be better to have more than one nation explaining the whole thing to a room full of idiots."
Well he couldn't exactly argue with that. He had trouble explaining to three blokes after all. The island nation nodded, stepping aside once more to let Norway out the door. After a moment of processing the rather eerie encounter, he sat back down in front of his laptop to continue his 'research'.
_(well then)_
Yeah Sherlock fanfiction isn't helping me any is it? Hopefully rereading this until my eyes hurt would/had help(ed).
Is it any better? I realized that in the original version, I really hadn't explained the nature of the spell used on the nations, which was a shame. A damn shame, I tell you. As Norway said, this spell deals with the mind and/or emotions. I sort of link the two of them together, though, so yeah. Anyway, it's part psychological part physiological, I guess? It sounds way cooler in my head, but I can't put it in text yet. Maybe some other time.
Next chapter hopefully goes well. Stay tuned or something.
