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Magic in America
A dog appeared. It wasn't a regular dog like Scooby Doo. It was a Hell Hound. It looked like a hound. The hound had black fur and red eyes. It was massive, but strangely no one could see it, but the Magic Trio, America and Allan. Since Allan had summoned the beast, the Hell Hound turned to him. Allan leaned closer to the beast and whispered. America could only hear the last three chilling words over the talking of the other nations.
"America…captured…alive…"
The dog instantly lunged at America. England and the others of the Magic Trio stood up rapidly. America just closed his eyes. He wasn't scared, just preparing an excuse. Norway summoned his troll at the beast. The troll only managed a scratch or two before it got thrown away, crashing into Mexico. Romania hadn't had a chance. It just swung a tail making him fly into the table. England was up next. A shining white unicorn came barreling at the hell hound, its horn burning bright. A mint colored bunny came flying at it with speed, faster than light.
The Hell Hound ran, ignoring them, at America. The nations around them looked confused and worried. They only saw the Magic Trio getting flung everywhere and an invisible force. Sharp pointed teeth bit America leg, causing golden blood to rush out. He didn't scream, nor cry. When the golden blood rushed out, he knew he was dead. America chanted a small healing spell he memorized from England books. He had to learn them when he kept getting hurt from climbing trees. It casted a bright light, making the Hell Hound back away. All the blood was gone.
"Omnes tenebrae dissiparentur!" exclaimed America.
The hell hound started to turn blue. It got bluer, and bluer until it vanished. Everyone saw the blue hound. They were all still with shock. How did no one see that giant beast enter the room?
"What happened?" asked Germany, stating the all obvious question.
"Magic." Norway explained.
The Magic Trio looked at America with different expressions. England had disbelief, plastered on his face. After hours of think who had the Merlin Gem... Norway had an amused expression. That was a rarity. Romania looked like everyone else, surprised.
They walked up to America. Norway grabbed America's wrist and pulled him out of the room. They stormed to the Magic Trio's room.
"Why didn't you tell me you could do magic!" exclaimed England.
"Um…" America struggled to come up with an answer.
"Never mind, how you got magic?" asked Romania.
"…New Orleans!" shouted America.
"New Orleans?" asked Norway, tilting his head.
"It's a city with voodoo!" exclaimed America.
"Voodoo is a sensationalized pop-culture caricature of voudon, an Afro-Caribbean religion that originated in Haiti, though followers can be found in Jamaica, the Dominican Republic, Brazil, the United States and elsewhere. You use a doll with the person's hair you are controlling taped on the head. When something is done with the doll, it is applied to the person that you are controlling." Norway reported.
"Is that true America?" asked England.
"Yep!" America exclaimed, hoping to leave.
"How does that work with the healing and killing of the Hell Hound?" asked Romania.
"I just grab a hair, put it on my doll and stab it! As in healing…I quickly stitched the doll up?" said America.
"Then where is the doll?" asked England still unconvinced.
"Right here!" America said, producing a doll.
It was weaved with wooden sticks. He had made out in his jacket. America had used his earth magic to create branches and weaved them. A small wind pushed a discarded metal rod into the middle of the doll. America showed the decent voodoo doll to them. England took the doll and inspected it.
"So this is what you used?" mumbled England.
"Yeah, so can I go now?" asked America.
"Not yet, we have to explain all of this." Romania said.
That said, they dragged him out the Magical room. England gave the excuse to him with a few bloodies and gits in it. They walked back to the meeting room, armed with excuses. The other nations were sitting in their seats while others cleaned up the mess. As soon as the four magical nations came in, questions were fired at them.
"It was an alien!" America exclaimed, not following the plan England set up.
"An alien?" repeated some nations.
"Of course it's an alien! It's probably an evil one. The Hero already took care of it! Tony isn't evil. It could be worst." America rambled about some things and at the end it was something about Whaley. By that time, nearly all nations left. Germany, Canada and the Magic Trio were still present. America stopped talking.
"I got nearly everyone out, expect Canandia and Germany. Romania, go pay England and Norway. You totally lost dude." America said laughing.
Canada and Germany were surprised America could change emotions that fast. One moment he was Joyful and obvious, the other second serious and light. Romania paid Norway and England groaning in annoyance.
"Excuse me, what's happening here?" asked Germany.
"Nothing…just fun. Surprising that old man Iggy joined! Thought he had a stick up his ass." America commented.
"It's England and I'm not that old!" Exclaimed England fluming.
"Yeah right." America snorted.
They started to argue. Canada started to yell, but that did have a effect. Germany snapped after a comment about eyebrows.
"What is happening here?!" shouted Germany.
"America never told me he had magic! You said I was delusional." England whined.
"It's voodoo, not magic! Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo!" exclaimed America.
"What's the difference? They're the same!" England exclaimed.
"Voodoo is different! At least I don't talk to air!" America shot back.
"They are my friends! Maybe you're not powerful enough!" England exclaimed.
"I'm not weak! The Hero is better than you!" America argued.
"America can use magic?" asked Canada meekly.
That was the one time Canada was noticed.
"It's not magic!" America shouted.
He left, making them all wonder. England though it was a childish act. He and the rest of the Magic Trio also left. The last two left, following them. The Magic Trio started to exit the building. They separated, each going to their houses.
America was at his house and already asleep. He didn't move while sleeping, which was weird. America always moved from the adventurous dreams, but this was an old nightmare.
America was walking through the forest. He had just been hanged and thrown in the water. It was breezy, making it colder for America. The house was just over the hill. England was outside waving at him. It was strange. He looked horrible but felt no pain. America walked faster to England's house. It went down from there. England was pacing back and front, muttering something. He saw America and walked towards him furious.
"Boy! Where were you! We need to discuss taxes. I'm going to be leaving again. You are so irresponsible." England ranted as he pulled on America's ear.
His head, which had hanged for hours until being disposed, was still fragile. His head came off of his scarred neck. England hadn't noticed.
The nightmare shortly ended after that. America woke up to loud knocking. He quickly looked at the clock beside him. Nine a.m., woke up late than. He raced to the coffee machine. Then after a sip, answered the door.
"England! You get up too early! Can't you let the Hero sleep now? Ok bye." America was just about to close the door when England said…
"We're going to New Orleans."
Omnes tenebrae dissiparentur means All dark be dispelled.
What should happen next?
What pairings?