"Are they bloody insane?! Why the hell are they reviving the Triwizard tournament?!"
The Prime Minister and England's boss both looked terrified. They have never seen England react like this before (though it wouldn't be the first time he's acted like this in office)
"I was one of the people who fucking took action and cancelled that barbaric game!"
His boss nervously piped up, "B-But England didn't y-you also create the g-game?"
England clenched his fists and slammed it on his boss' desk, darkly glaring at him.
"I did but do you realize how long ago that was? The first game was in 1294 and I've had a lot of time to think about these games. Can't I have a change in opinion too?"
His boss promptly shut his mouth, not daring to say anything else. Even if he hated hearing about magic people and chocolate frogs, his boss wouldn't dare tell the nation when to shut up when he acted like this.
England rubbed his head and turned his gaze to the Prime Minister who stood stock-still at the nation's focus.
"Now tell me, what are they sending over?"
The prime minister gulped and fidgeted with his tie, his hand slightly shaking when he held the paper up.
"T-They're sending over several d-dragons from Romania a-and a sphinx from Egypt.."
"Did you say dragons?"
The Prime Minister nodded.
Those bloody fools. Dragons? Do they want someone to die?
"They actually have p-put some restrictions on it s-so-"
"Restrictions? Oh you mean only those who are of Wizarding Age of 17 then it's all right? It's not as dangerous hmm? Prime Minister people have died in these games. No matter how old or young they are someone is going to die in this years too."
Merlin's Beard these people are suppose to know their stuff about the magic world to know what's dangerous or not. Oh he'll be damned if he doesn't do anything about this.
"W-Wait a minute England, are you going to try and do something to stop this? You can't just drop your responsibilities and go! And are you forgetting," his boss stood up, pointing his finger at the blonde, "that you cut off ties with them? I will not allow you to go. You ar-"
England grabbed his boss by the collar, lifting the man a couple inches off the floor.
"Do not start acting like a boss now. Responsibilities? You mean all the work you push off on me because you'd rather go on your vacations with your girlfriends? I feel so bad for your wife. Yes I've cut off ties but I can sure as hell retie them. I am a nation. I am not so spineless man who's only good at being a sloth."
His boss gulped for air and England set him down on his feet again. His boss gasped and coughed rubbing his neck. England blankly stared at him.
He wasn't one for violence but he was really rubbing him the wrong way. His boss didn't have the slightest idea about the magic world. His boss just enjoyed his name in the government, one that England could easily take away if he wished. The only reason he tolerated him was because his boss was persuasive in meetings (despite his loose behavior outside the conference room).
"Remember, I can easily take away your title as my boss if I wished. You may be my boss, but you are still only a human. Who would the higher ups believe more? You? Or me?"
His boss' face turned beet red, his little brows furrowing. He was angry. Oh dear.
"I have friends with higher officials too England so don't think your status as a nation will scare me fool!"
"Scare? I thought they told you when you became my boss that rule number one is to always be scared of me."
England took a calm step to the man, who trembled but stayed in his spot.
"Unless you'd like to experience something more horrible than death itself, not even from me, then I suggest you'd back off right now."
"N-Not from you?"
England tilted his head, almost watching his boss boredly. "Oh you don't remember? 12 years ago? When that Dark Wizard came to power? Prime Minister would you like to hear what he did during then?"
The Prime Minister raised his brows and jumped at the sudden spotlight. He nodded his head.
"My boss told me to do nothing. Imagine that? Nothing. I had to continue my duties as a nation because my boss told me to do nothing. Sure I may have been throwing up blood and collapsing unconscious and my people were dying but my boss' orders are absolute."
England looked back to his boss.
"My boss told me that my responsibilities lied with the muggles, because the witches and wizards are apparently not my people and are not my concern. So I had to ignore the First Wizarding War because of my lazy boss who didn't want to do work."
"B-But what do you mean not from y-"
"That Dark Wizard that rose 12 years ago isn't dead. And guess what? I can't kill him."
Hiss boss and the Prime Minister made a subtle gasp hearing this. If the nation England couldn't kill somebody then doesn't that mean he's powerless? That meant his boss couldn't be protected. His boss couldn't believe it.
"Remember when he went around killing muggles and magic people alike, looking for away to gain immortality? What if he found out about me and just so happens to try and use any resource necessary to find me? Who'd he 'interrogate' first?"
His boss' face froze. England slightly smirked at his boss' realization. One thing his boss didn't want was to die.
The Prime Minister only stood by the desk, glancing away and avoiding the nation's eyes.
Ah, now he's in control and it felt so nice.
England spun on his heel and made way for the door.
"Now if you excuse me I have preparations to start. Oh," England paused and craned his neck from around the door, "I'll let you know if I need you for anything. You know, for like signatures for your status and all. Good evening boss, Prime Minister."
He closed the door softly, walking down the hall, shaking his head. Sometimes he wonders why those people even tried arguing with him.
Preparations needed to be made. England didn't want to but he has to call a certain frog and two nations that he hadn't talked to in a long time.
England slowed his walking, looking out the window. He had the feeling that he couldn't do anything to stop the Triwizard Tournament. He could try and he could hope but it was very unlikely. Though if he heard right and that it's going to be held at Hogwarts that'd mean…
England smiled fondly, watching the little bird tend to its baby in its nest.
"Harry Potter, we'll be meeting again very soon."
Author's Note:
now we know what's going to happen ufu. And you might be wondering how ENgland's going to become a professor but don't worry I've got it worked out. As a little spoiler, I'll say he first needs to be accepted this year as a good muggle for next year. that make sense sort of.. kind of? Idk but until I write it it'll be more clear.
and lmao i'm not really good when it comes to threats and all so I hope this sounded good.
Thank you for reading!
