In a moment of anger, England attempts to cast a spell on America, one that will force him to face his deepest fears. However England messes up and the spell is turned against all the nations. Rated T because I'm not sure how crude it is to call someone "bloody git" and because the mere presence of France can taint a story, no matter how many times you hit him with a frying pan.

It was a simple day. Except until the mirror in the meeting hall began to act weird. Besides, England keeps saying something about "female" and "nations". Eh-? Well... It makes sense when two women crash in through the window.