England almost jumped as he heard the voice. He looked around, the room. Where was that coming from?
The dragon (almost half his size from last time!) appeared on the bed, claw holding his head up. "Hello."
"Bloody-!" England screamed before shuffling away from the dragon. "Where- . . Where did you- . .?" he stuttered, not even able to put together a proper question.
"I'm a dragon. Do you really want to ask me that question?" The dragon sighed, slithering his tail around England's waist and dragging him closer. "Tell me: What made you think it was a good idea to bring up his little 'confession'," the dragon managed to steal the note away from England and hide it somewhere (where on earth did it go?), 'to about seventeen different people? America is terrible at secrets."
"It- It wasn't my fault!" England tried to explain. "He technically . . . well, caught us in the act. . ." he explained as he face reddened. "It's not like I wanted to show them! I just wanted to know what the note meant. . ."
The dragon's face was priceless when England explained his reasons. "...You didn't want to show them...So asked for an explanation...by showing them...Am I getting this correctly?" it asked, still trying to figure out England's train of thought.
England gave a short huff. "Like I said, it's not like I wanted to in the first place. This stupid book," he held up the said book. "This god damn stupid book wouldn't tell me that one character I was looking for!" he shouted.
"China threw the page in the wastebasket. That one over there." The reptile gestured to the corner of the room with his talon. "Did you even bother to look?"
"Wha-" England stopped himself and looked through the book once more, noticing the missing page. "Why would he even do such a thing . .?" he asked.
The dragon snorted, a small fireball and wisps of smoke emitted. "Obviously he wanted you to figure it out. Some stupid game or something I don't remember." He waved his paw around in thought. "Furthermore, how did you not noti- Oh. Wait. I remember. He told you that one of the little territories wrecked the book."
England frowned and looked down. "It doesn't matter now. He's mad and hurt because of my stupid actions. ." he convinced himself, groaning.
"Of course he's mad and hurt," The dragon said. "The better thing is, what are you going to do to fix this, huh?"
England crossed his arms and started to think. " . . How many wishes do I have again?" he asked as he eyed the dragon with curiosity.
"One," the dragon stated, picking at his teeth. "One wish. Anything that doesn't involve me, go for it." He looked to England. "Why, were you expecting more and ready to be the big ol' hero?"
England laughed. "No, no. I'm not Al. . ." he said. He suddenly smiled widely. 'I'm just being smart. .' he thought. "Hey, I know what I want my wish to be~" he sung.
"Oh, goody~" the dragon said in the exact singsong voice England had, "The Briton actually has an idea that won't blow up in his face~ Tell me, Mr. Kirkland, what is your wish?"
England should've frowned at the comment, but decided not to and instead gave a chuckle. "What was that loophole that no one ever bloody gets?" England jokingly asked. "Oh right, about asking for more wishes? Can I do that?" he asked again. "If so, I would like to wish for three more wishes then."
"You bastard. Fine. Three wishes. And no more wishing for more wishes. I'm not a charity case. If I was, China'd be owning all your asses, every single one of you," The dragon hissed. He pulled his face close to England's, dead-set on staring him down with crimson eyes.
England laughed in victory. "Yes, well thank you." He began to think again. What would the first wish be anyways? He couldn't just suddenly make China happy. That'd be too complex and awkward. "Well, there was that bloody lion festival he complains- Oh!" he suddenly had an idea. "One of the puppets was broken. It's out in the yard, is there a chance that you can fix that?" he asked, almost pleading.
"Done," the dragon said.
About a moment later, China's confused yelp came from the courtyard, as he had been apparently trying to mend it.
"Well now you've managed to upset AND confuse the poor thing," the dragon said in mock-sympathy.
England frowned again, not feeling so smart once more. Probably should've kept an eye on where China even went to. He shrugged it off, thinking of a second wish already. "Not that it matters," he told the dragon. "I thought of my second wish already." he paused for a bit, taking a deep breath. "I wish that no one knew about the confession letter . ." he asked.
"No one? Not even you or China or anyone?" The dragon purred. "I mean, physical evidence would still be there, but if I erased the memory of it, you'd probably get in a lot of trouble if China found it and questioned his own note." He pulled out the note from wherever he hid it and waved it around.
"Well I can always burn it. . ." England answered back, taking the note away from the dragon. "Nothing wrong with that. Or I can rip it apart!" his hands soon grabbed the top of the note, ripping the sheet into strips, making the pieces smaller and smaller.
The dragon laughed. "So what if this whole mess just coincidentally happens again? You'd have no memory to go 'oh, better not ask the children or Japan,' and you'd be stuck in the same predicament you're in now." He picked up some pieces of paper and tossed them around gleefully. "So everyone's memory? Or everyone's memory but yours?"
England sat there silent for a minute. After a while he finally nodded his head. "Yes." he answered as he stood up and walked towards the trash bin, throwing the bits of paper into it.
The dragon huffed and clicked his talons together. "Two wishes down, one to go. C'mon, I don't have all day."
England sighed. "I . . .I really want to impress China." The Brit sighed. "Badly . ." he added. The thought once more. What would be a good way to impress the Asian, to make him happy? "That lion dance . . . What if I was suddenly good at it? At least when the day of the show, I can impress China." he explained to the dragon, smiling.
The dragon chortled. "You'll be sore depending on the position, tail or head, but alright. Done. Now I really must be going," he sighed, lashing his tail in frustration. "I gave up hunting for this little chat. That and China's going to put the stupid puppet away." He stretched, then left, limb by limb, until the glint of his ivory fangs were left, imitating a Cheshire cat. "Farewell~"
England rolled his eyes. Well now that the talk was over, he decided to walk out the room, looking for the Chinese nation. He stepped outside, looking around for the other.
China noticed England before England noticed him. "Arthur~!" China called out. "I need to ask you something, ahen!"
'Crap.' England thought as walked over to the Asian. "What is it?" he asked, giving a confused look and almost looking innocent.
China held up the puppet; it looked almost new. "Did you use the dragon's wish to fix this?"
England stiffened a bit and looked away from the nation. " . . Well," after a quick pause, he gave a shrug. "Yes, I did." he admitted.
China dropped the puppet and ran into England for a hug. "Thank you so much, ahen! Xie xie ni! This was so stressful, trying to fix it, and you thoughtlessly do this!"