For some reason or other America insisted that England had to visit him. His excuse? That England didn't visit him for some time now. Apparently a few days translate in American dictionary as "some time". But nobody tried to explain that to the hyperactive nation. It was hopeless.

But actually, for once nor England nor France protested. Truthfully, England wanted to get away from France, as he was at his wits end after those few days that he lived with him, and Franca was to meet with Canada and he didn't want to leave England alone. So England was now in America sitting with the bespectacled nation in one of the fast foods he was so fond of.

"So…" England started, not really knowing what he wanted to say, so he just choose be general, "How are you?" America looked up from eating his fifth (or was it already sixth?), hamburger. "Itsh phine," he said with his mouth still full. England frowned at this. It was so disgusting. "Really now, how many times should I tell you, not to talk with your mouth full?" he scolded the younger nation. America looked at him and then he just shrugged.

A vein popped on England's forehead. Then he sighed, "I definitely didn't raise to behave right this…" America looked like he didn't know what England was talking about. England just shook his head, not wanting to deal with the younger nation's childish behavior. He didn't want to fight right now.

"So…" England tried to start conversation again, "Why did you call me here?" America didn't answer right away. He rather chewed on his food. Oh no, the world is going to end! "I only wanted to see you," America pouted. England rolled his eyes, "Yeah right. But now for real, why did you wanted to see me?"

America took another bite from his burger. "I wanted to get you away from that slug eating pervert," he said seriously, "He is weird. I know it! I bet it was him, who called that assassin." England stared at America as if he suddenly grew a second head. Did he just say, that France wanted to kill him? That was just ridiculous.

"America, that is the stupidest thing you ever said," England said. America opened his mouth to defend himself, but suddenly there was a loud crash and sounds of screeching. The people around them were screaming. They quickly looked in the direction of the crash and saw a car hurrying towards them on the side walk. It was clear, that it was headed for them.

America immediately threw himself on England, pushing them both out of the way, just in time, as the car whizzed past them, and then sped away. They were both silent for a few second. Then England groaned, rubbing his ass, because he fell straight on it. It wasn't very nice feeling.

America pulled out his cell phone. His hands were trembling slightly, as he called someone. "Mattie, it happened again," America whined, when his younger brother Canada picked up. 'Great,' England thought, 'He and France will probably come over, just like the worry warts, they are…'

A man was sitting in a dark room. As cliché as it sound, but he like the darkness. It was calming down his headache, which was suffering from because of his useless servants. Because how hard was to fulfill one order? But they were taking too long. And he didn't even wanted much. Just to kill the nation of England. See? Not hard.

But the servant that he ordered to do it, was just kneeling before him, apologizing, that he failed. Again. "Enough!" the man yelled. He was really nuisance. "I never should have given you this second chance," he growled, "I should have let you stay dead when you didn't manage to stab that horrible English nation."

"M-Master," the servant stuttered, "Give me please another chance. Just one more chance, and I swear that I will kill England for you…" The man glared. "No," he said, "You had you "another chance" already." The servant's eyes widened. He wanted to scramble away, but before he could even move, the man stood up and called out a word in ancient language. Suddenly a lightning came out of his hand and struck the servant, instantly killing him.

The man sat back down and massaged his temples. Killing certainly gave him headaches. But that should soon pass away. Right after he kills England.

"Kayla," he called out and a woman came into his view. She kneeled down before him. "I hope, you will do better than you brother," the man said, "Your family served mine for generations, so make sure, that this won't be the last generation, got it?" Kayla nodded, and quickly left. She had nation to kill and no time, to spare.

The man sighed and took a very old book. Because this was the book, that started everything. It was a book of magic. Ancient magic, that was bound to nations. He didn't, how his family even obtained such book, but it was in his family for centuries. And now it was in his possession. The first time, he read it, he immediately knew, that he could make his dreams come true. And it took only so little. The man grinned like a madman, and chuckled darkly. Soon, he it would all come to an end.