Before we start this- i just want to say 2 things: The first chapter was more of a prologue.. i guess this is the real first chapter. yay. also- holy sharquisha. 111 views in a few hours... i know its not alot- but mah gad. I hope my story isn't a piece of crap. lol.. story time now o3o

America's P.O.V (2 days after spell)

Why is this line taking so long? I thought, impatiently.

I just drove up to a McDonalds after sleeping for a few hours, but not enough.. I was starting to get a little paranoid about that spell England set out... But it can't be true- can it? Also, it's my true personality, I'm a little curious.

I finally arrive at the counter and i order my usual- 2 Big Mac, a large Cola and a large fries. After paying I go sit at a table, and instead of messing around on my phone, I just start thinking about... stuff.

I wonder if Canada is okay- I hope that French dick isn't fucking around with him- I stop mid-thought when my meal is set on my table. The waiter, one of my friends, Frank, looks at my and smiles.

"Decided to dye your hair, huh?" he says studying my hair.

"What do you mean, its blonde- like always. Frank are you okay?" I say, my voice full of confusion.

"Dude, it's totally red.. Are you sure England didn't prank you?" he questions.

"Uh- watch my food for me, i have to go to the.. bathroom..." I rush to the bathroom and I look in the mirror. Sure enough, my hair is compleatly red- and my skin seems tanner. "That bastard.." I murmur to myself.

I pull out my phone to call Canada, but i remember that I set it on the table. I walk back to the table at casually as possible and pick up my phone, and Frank seems to look at me, as if he was scared.

"Dude are you okay? You seem kind of pale.." I say, my voice full of concern

"Yo-Your eyes.. they're not blue anymore.."

Now I was really confused.. my eyes were blue in the bathroom. "Uh dude, I'm not very hungry anymore, and I gotta go..." I hand him a 20 dollar bill and rush out of the building.

At the house

"ENGLAND YOU FUCKE-" The smell of pastries stop me... they actually smelled kinda good.. and that can't be a very good sign.

Someone with England eyebrows walk in, with pink-ish hair and pastel clothing, holding a cupcake. "Yes, Allen?" he said, with England's voice as well, and a smile on his face.

"Where is England, Cotton Candy I need to talk to him. Also, who the fuck Allen?" I reply, searching around for England

"I'm right here, silly! And your Allen! Also, no swearing! I'll let you off with a warning this time, mister!" he says, grabbing my cheeks to pinch them

I slap his hands off of me. "No really, where is he.. I need to talk to that mother fucker..."

He gets out a glass container labeled as "Swear Jar" in cursive letters. "I said no swearing! Pay up! Also I'm right here. You may not notice me after the change!" He smiles even wider

It takes me a while to process that he is England- swearing, dick-face England. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" I yell.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, IM TRYING TO WATCH HOCKEY" a voice from a back room yells, louder than mine.

Pink England frowns. "I keep telling him to stop cursing!" He turns to the direction of the voice. "MATTHIEU, GET YOUR TOOSHIE IN HERE!"

A man that looks like France walks in with a wrinkled purple shirt, smoking. "Could you shut up? I'm tryin' to sleep..." he says, tired. Who are these people? 'Matthieu' walks in, his hair in a pony tail and wearing a red plaid jacket. He also has a Canada curl... weird.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE- AND WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE?" I scream, cutting off the bickering. But then I remember:

"I was summoning your true personalities and you RUINED IT! NOW MY TRUE PERSONALITY WILL BE REVEALED!"

So.. a long longer chapter! So yes, England said tooshie and there is a guy named frank. Should I do a POV for him? maybe at the end of this... shrug. idk... Good night, good morning- where ever you people are from. HAVE A GOOD DAY. hope this isn't in code again.

-Canaidia