Me: Review Replies~!

MsMerlein: I'm glad that you like it. And I know that Iggy's not insane, and you know that, but what would you think if you knew that someone thought that magic was real-and claimed to see magic creatures? You'd think that they were insane too!

ILiveNearLondon: Thanks for the info. I'll see what I can do to change the fish and chips thing... And let's just prentend that the Prime Minister... um, let's go with "he's the Prime Minister from Harry Potter who suddenly and randomly got a teenage daughter". So, not the real Prime Minister (although I'm sure that the current British Prime Minister is a wonderful person, but he's just not suitable for this story).

Me: I'm glad that everyone seems to be enjoying this, judging from the amount of reviews, favorites, and follows I've gotten over the last few days-thank you all so much!

Spock: She's been very excited.

Me: Anyway, this chapter would have been finished sooner, but I had homework. (Why can't school just go away?)

Spock: It's important.

Me: And annoying. Anyway, Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Laveycee still owns nothing. Except for the laptop. And possibly the idea that will crop up later in the story. But she doesn't know.

Spock: *feeds Disclaimer dog food*

Me: What? You thought that we only fed poor Disclaimer doggie treats? That'd be inhumane-not to mention how fat he'd get!


Last time: Britain opened his mouth to tell Canada that it'd get better, when he yelped because of a sudden hand squeezing his shoulder almost painfully hard. "America, what are you- Oh my God!"


Britain stared in horror at the...the blue-or was it purple?-hand that gripped his shoulder. His gaze then traveled up to see the creature's face, a bluish-purple color with...blood dripping from it (1) and horrible white eyes. "A-america?"

The creature grinned. "Hello, Britain..." the creature said in a voice straight out of a horror game.

Britain and Canada shrieked. The creature started laughing. "Haha, you should've seen your faces!" The creature walked over to the bathroom and retrieved a damp washcloth. Bouncing back over, he started to wipe off the makeup to reveal America.

"You git! You seriously scared us!" Britain yelled, looking ready to pass out.

"Sorry, dude, but I couldn't resist!" America was about to say more, but was interrupted by pounding on the door. Canada got up and rushed to answer it before the door was knocked off its hinges.

"We...heard...screams," Germany panted.

"Ve~ (2) We came as fast as possible!" Italy piped up. "H-hey...who opened the door?"

Canada sighed. Making an effort to speak more loudly, he said, "I did. America just scared us-I think that he was trying to scare Britain more, though."

"Sorry, Canada, I didn't see you there!" Italy said apologetically.

"It's okay," Canada said awkwardly.

"We are sorry, though. And please tell America to stop trying to scare people; he's only going to scare himself. Or someone else will when they retaliate against him..." Germany trailed off. "See you tomorrow at the conference. Gute Nacht." (Good night.)

"Good night, Germany. Good night, Italy," Canada said quickly, then closed the door on the duo's retreating backs.

"If you wouldn't get so scared about nothing-"

"It was only a joke, I didn't mean to scare you so badly-"

"Scared? Ha! I wasn't scared-"

"I wish that you could have seen your face, it was hilarious-"

"Stupid America, always trying to argue with everyone-"

Canada sighed. Then, thinking quickly, he went back to the door. "Germany, could you help me out, please?" he called.

"Hm? Oh, ja, sure. What do you-ah. Of course I can help," Germany said upon seeing the two aruing countries. "SHUT UP!" he roared.

America and Britain froze. "Germany?" Britain asked. "Why are you-"

"I heard shrieking and came to see what was the matter. Then Canada asked me to get you two to stop fighting." Honestly, when are these two going to give in? If they don't see that they both like each other soon, we're going to have to use France's plan, Germany grumbled to himself.

"Sorry, that was..." Britain began.

"Childish and uncalled for? From both of us," America added hastily, not wanting to get into another fight with his friend.

Britain turned a scowl onto America, grumbling something to the extent of "chooses now to behave like an adult..." America just smiled back obliviously.

"Well," Germany said, now slightly uncomfortable, "I should go to check on Italy and Prussia-you know how he gets sometimes..." Recieving murmurs of understanding, Germany beat a hasty retreat-but not like Italy's retreat; his was calmer and slightly more sedate.


~~Time Skip: To the Lobby!~~


After bidding farewell to Canadia, Britain and America made their way to the hotel lobby, neither talking to the other.

America glanced at Britain. What was his problem? Why couldn't they get along? It seemed that every time they were near each other they ended up fighting, and he hated it. It felt like the Revolution (5) all over again-and that was like a thousand years ago, dammit!

"Britain?" America finally asked hesitantly.

Britain glanced at America briefly. "What?" he asked in a rather clipped tone of voice.

"Sorry," America said simply.

Britain stopped and turned around, fully facing America. "Sorry for what?"

"Every time we're close to each other we end up fighting. It's both our faults, but..." he trailed off.

Britain sighed. "We are both to blame. I shouldn't let your actions or your comments get to me." He started to add something else, but was cut off by America.

"I'm sorry about scaring you...but it was a good opportunity. Shouldn't've done that..." he mumbled to himself.

"It's okay. Why don't we go to a shop to get something to eat and wander around a park for a few hours?"

America nodded. "I'm still sorry, though."

As am I, Britain thought. As am I.


~~Little bitty time jump: To the Park! Come along, Patsy!~~


Feeling a bit full after eating-or, in the case of America, shoveling everything into his mouth as though it was going to be taken away from him-the duo wandered to St. James's Park Lake (6) and sat on a bench near the water, in peaceful silence.

After a while, America broke the silence. "So... How're ya going to try to prove that magic is real?"

Britain hadn't really planned on revealing his "plot" until the meeting in the morning, but decided that telling America the name of the spell wouldn't hurt. "I'm planning on using a spell called Reverto Tempus (7). As for what it does," Britain smirked, "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out."

"Fair enough. Reverto Tempus ..." America mused. "Sounds Latin-y... What's it mean?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." Watching the sun go down, they began to walk back to the hotel.


~~Tiny time skip: To the hotel!~~


"Goodnight, Britain," America said, grabbing the unsuspecting nation in a hug.

"G-ood-n-ight, America!" Britain managed to gasp out from the crushing hug.

"Sorry, dude!" America said hurriedly, releasing Britain. "I'll see ya at the meeting tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." With that, Britain turned to start walking home. He had a lot of preparing to do for tomorrow.


(1) America's blue-purple face with blood dripping from it: Remember the episode where Japan gave America horror video games to try to toughen him up so he wouldn't freak at "scary" movies? Well, America did something and made himself look like a zombie from one of the games and freaked out Japan (poor guy). In my head canon, America saw a future opportunity to freak out Britain. There's the opportunity, America took it. Britain calls it a creature because, well...what else would you call it?!

(2) Ve~: As far as I can tell, Italy says this a lot. It's like his catchphrase or something, but it's really fun to write!

(3) "H-hey...who opened the door?" -Italy: I couldn't resist. Sorry, Canada and Canadians, but it was too good of an opportunity! I'm so ashamed of myself, doing that to you... Can you forgive me?

(4) Canadia: I'm sorry, Canadians. it's just so much fun to write/say "Canadia" instead of "Canada"! I don't know why, but it is!

(5) The Revolution: Where I'm from, people alternate between calling it "the Revolutionary War" and "the War of/for Independance". (If it's not clear, it's the American Revolution.)

(6) St. James's Park Lake: It was chosen for the simple reason that it was close to Whitehall Court, and it had a lake, which isn't really important but I do like lakes.

(7) Reverto Tempus : Remember, this means "back in time" in Latin. According to Google Translate, anyway.

Me: Today is the anniversary of the 1st United Nations meeting, so that's one reason why this chapter wasn't put up sooner. Congratulations to the UN for being more successful than the League of Nations!

Spock: It isn't that hard to be more successful than the League of Nations.

Me: Yeah, well, it's the concept of the thing. Uh...why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?

Spock: The accents thing?

Me: Oh, yeah, that's right! So, you know how everyone in the world has a different accent, right? Well, what I'm interested in is what do people in other countries think of different accents. Like, what do the French think of American accents, or what do Americans think of Russian accents. So, if you'd put what you think of any other accent-like, the British (specifically the English) sound very sophisticated and refined to me, an American-that'd be great. (It's also a nod to the United Nations. And Hetalia.)

Spock: Now, we will ask you to kindly participate.

Me: Also, hi to everyone who's reading this! I think that it's awesome that there are people all over the globe reading my story-it's mindblowing, actually!

Edit: Another thank-you to whonada-chan for the proper translation of the spell. Don't do Google Translate, kids!

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