A cold aura suddenly descended on the room, silencing the happy reunion between England and Ignis. At the door was a familiar smiling face that America detested with all of his being. Russia. He walked calmly towards the group but everyone was on edge.

Standing still across Arthur, his violet gaze fell upon the red haired fairy and his eyes seemed to flash in an emotion America hadn't seen since the cold war. It was pure malice, plain and simple. The American walked in front of the Russian, effectively blocking his view and practically demanding his attention.

"What the hell do you want, commie bastard?" America spat in pure venom. In fact he was perturbed, his aura was just as it was back then and he was on edge because of it. The Russian merely tilted his head in mock confusion and gave him a childish pout.

"I just wanted to see who that pretty little fairy belonged too." He practically sang. America was irritated, why the hell did he care and why did he call it a god damn fairy!

"Well it's none of your fucking business now is it?" He growled and Russia's smile seemed to grow a fraction more sinister. Extending his arm forward, a small, pulsing ball of violet energy formed and shot out of his hand towards America.

The bespectacled nation experienced a sense of déjà vu as he saw to ball glide towards him and briefly wondered why the hell everyone was trying to kill him today. Ignis however, yet again set up the translucent barrier that protected him mere moments ago.

The energy ball slammed straight into the barrier, but this time the energy was too much for it and it shattered into thousands of tiny shards. Ignis collapsed onto America's shoulder, panting heavily. The Russian smiled and left without a word.

The American lifted the battered fairy into his hands. "Can you hear me?" He questioned frantically but all he received in reply were laboured pants. Seconds seemed to turn into hours until he heard a small, whispery reply.

"You better be grateful, fucking wanker…" At that, the nation released a breath he didn't know he was holding. America felt England's hand on his shoulder and turned towards him. He looked serious and a tad bit worried.

"We need to talk America." Still feeling a bit overwhelmed, he nodded. The green eyed nation started to chant again and they were surrounded by white runes that glowed dimly. A bright light filled his vision and the next thing he knew, he was in the British nation's living room. England hurriedly pulled a chalkboard out of the cupboards and a piece of chalk and set to work drawing runes.

After he finished, he motioned America to set the fairy onto the board. The American gingerly placed the creature down and it started to glow a soft green that seemed to return Ignis's breathing back to normal and the dark purple bruises back to its normal cream hue. The glow stopped and now it looked like Ignis was just sleeping. England set the creature on a soft velvet pillow and turned his attention back to America.

A few moments of awkwardness passed between them. America waited to see if England was going to say something but after a few more moments, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what the hell is happening here?" he huffed irritably. England paused at this and seemed to consider the question carefully. He gave a long sigh and met America's eyes.

"America, you have obtained the ability to see and summon magical creatures." The American blinked. His mind instantly tried to disprove and deny it but a part of him wasn't sure. Holograms explained the creatures but it didn't explain the teleportation, the huge freaking fireball and that commie's energy ball of death.

England saw the conflict in his face and decided to continue. "You received the ability after you entered my house without my permission, which is a serious crime mind you and read that tome in the basement." Memories of the basement flooded back to him and the translucent mass with the mask.

"Wait, what the hell was that…that… thing in the basement?"

"Oh, that was just no-face, he seemed to have followed me after my trip to Japan and well… Anyway, I can't leave a novice like you unchecked so I'm going to tutor you."

"Tutor me on what?" America asked dumbly.

"On the application and use of magic!" England pinched the bridge of his nose and excused himself. America could hear the soft rumbling of the kettle in the kitchen and wondered what the bloody he had got himself into.

Russia smiled as he closed the book he was reading, deciding to bask in warmness of his fireplace. This fairy America was in ownership of was very promising indeed. He had his chance and he was going to take it. Soon, all would become one with Mother Russia!

Wow I haven't updated in a while.