The last few lines of the last chapter explain why I didn't post until now XD
I'm starting to get overloaded with homework and continuously demotivated for whatever reason, so the posts will probably stay at around one or two chapters a week. But then again, that's the speed most people update at, isn't it?
I got such little sleep on Saturday night because of a sleepover...we were up until about 3:30, and I wasn't interested in watching movies so I ended up beginning to write a couple of oneshots from my selection of ideas, but they're not that good because I can't write omorashi or smut well -_- (I was just experimenting with them, for the record!)
Enjoy~
Time passes slowly, and not because I got super-speed again, it's because Romania and I have nothing to do.
He keeps making small talk, but it doesn't break the awkward atmosphere.
"We should probably take the protection barrier down. It's a waste of magic," he suggests.
"Well, it's better than sitting around doing nothing," I reply, and we return to my bedroom.
As we enter my room, I tell Romania that I'll be fine disabling the field by myself.
"Alright then," he replies as I reopen the book, flicking to the right page.
I take it in my left hand, with the other held out slightly away from my side, dramatically. It's just the way I do things.
The incantation required is similar to the one we used to set the barrier up in the first place, except for a few words.
I finish speaking, but I can't feel the barrier being lifted.
Is my magical power being inhibited now? I panic, wondering if this'd be permanent. Yet another random effect of this random curse?
I blame Germany.
Scanning the words again, I realise that I mispronounced one of them. Note to self: stop being paranoid.
I go through the spell again (without the dramatic position), ensuring that every word is correct this time, and to my relief, the magical protection disappears.
I look out of the window, seeing a subtle ripple passing by.
Suddenly, I feel cold metal being pressed onto my wrists. I look down, seeing the handcuffs from earlier, and back up to see Romania holding the key teasingly.
"What is the meaning of this?" I shout, and he bolts in terror.
Bloody hell, not again...
I follow him as he leads me on a wild chase around my entire house, my pleas to be released this instant going ignored.
It's not easy to run in handcuffs. I lose my balance and fall over, face almost slamming into the ground.
He turns around and sees me on the floor, beginning to back away slowly.
"Romania, this is NOT funny!" I say, flailing around in an attempt to get up to my feet.
"It's j-just a joke!" he replies.
"Hand the key over. Now," I command, and he complies. I unlock the handcuffs with some difficulty and toss them to one side.
"Really, why did you think that was a good idea?"
"I don't know," he replies, staring at the ground sheepishly.
"Don't go anywhere near any of my sex toys again. Ever."
He raises an eyebrow. "Toys?" he asks, putting emphasis on the 's'.
"Never mind," I respond, picking up the handcuffs and walking away from him, back into my room.
I suppose I should forgive him. After all, it was just a joke.
Shoving the handcuffs back under my bed, I wonder why he still finds me terrifying. I shrug it off and leave my room behind, finding Romania awkwardly standing outside the doorway.
"H-hey," he stammers. "Sorry about that, I thought it would be hilarious..."
"No worries," I reply. I pause until I can think of something to say, while he shoots a smile of gratitude - woah those fangs are awesome - at me.
"We don't get to see each other that often, do we? Why don't we hang out for a while?" I suggest. "They probably ended that meeting due to the host country's absence and the general disruption."
A worried look crosses my face.
"My boss is going to kill me."
He pauses, thinking something over in his mind.
"We'll give him the ink story and say that you had to go home to wash it out..."
"Firstly, that'll get you into trouble."
"My boss knows how mischievous I am, it's not that great a deal..."
"And secondly," I point to my hair for emphasis, "my hair's still going to be black!"
"What's up with that anyway? And your eyes as well," he queries.
"How the bloody hell would I know? I guess the things in my dream would know, but it's only around lunchtime now; I'm not tired in the slightest."
"I could send you to sleep with a spell?"
"That wouldn't end well. It's a risky spell, plus they wouldn't be ready until tonight if they're planning anything. Which they'd better be, because I need an explanation!"
"Hang on, it's around lunchtime?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply. "In fact, it's about 2 PM, according to my alarm clock."
"Can we go out for lunch then?"
"Sure," I respond, smiling. "Sounds fun. But can't I cook up something for us at home?"
"With all due respect," he begins, before pausing for effect, looking at me.
The words "I'd rather survive" rush out of him, before he takes off down the corridor, laughing.
"What did you say about my cooking, you git?" I yell, enraged, beginning to chase him.
And yet, my rage dissipates at his laughter. At least he's not afraid of me anymore!
I want England to have a bit of fun before everything gets depressing :)
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