America glanced at England's wooden wand. "Um...dude, what are you thinking of doing?" He asked curiously. England had a creepy aura around himself like how Russia did when he was angry.

"Nothing really...well, it's going to make this day funner- a little; that's all," England replied. "I haven't tried this spell out before so it may or may not work. If it works then we'll be inside the game, if it doesn't then I might die by just trying it."

"Ve~ don't try it then! I don't want you to die!" Italy exclaimed worriedly. His Grandpa Rome was considered an ex-country, or a ghost country so Italy didn't want to see another dead one.

"I'm just poking some fun, I couldn't die by something so simple. I've tried it millions of times, don't worry," England said, throwing his wand away. "That thing isn't even real, I only brought it because I wanted to. The point is, I don't need it to do anything, all I have to do is say some phrases and all."

"America, where is your game? I'll need it to go through with this."

"Hold on a sec," America ran to his bedroom. He knew he put it somewhere, but he hadn't cleaned his room in awhile;; he could barely see the floor, it was all covered in clothes and some new games. "Found it!" America cheered to himself, pulling Assassins Creed II out from underneath his bed. America walked into the living room and handed it to England.

"Just don't scratch it, I haven't completed the game yet," America warned. England nodded then started to mumble something unfathomable to the other countries. Soon the lights went out and the room looked slightly different, kind of old-timey, but the countries didn't notice the slight change.

"Well, it should've worked now," England promised. Everyone just stood there, not moving a muscle then America's brows furrowed in anger. "Dude, you just ruined the party! We're still at my house," he yelled. His cheerful demeanor wiped away, "And I thought that we were actually becoming better bros..." he muttered sadly.

"America, we've always been brothers. You're just too stubborn to realize that," England said. America turned away from him.

"Well, I'm leaving...bye everyone!" Denmark opened the door and when he did, sounds only Assassins Creed had, rushed into the house. "Um... I think we are here, and by the way: you're TV is gone," Denmark side-noted. America looked over Denmark's shoulder to check if he was lying or not. "Dude...this...is...AWESOME," America was back to being himself instead of the depressed one.