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Chapter seven

"I'm bored!" Romano complained aloud to the other nations. The group had spent several hours going through the books from England's study, and the most they had was a small pile of books the spell might have been in. Needless to say, the group was starting to lose interest in the task, and Romano was the first to speak of the displeasure.

"A break would be nice," Spain agreed as he stood up and stretched; a crack came from his back stiff from being hunched over.

"So how many books have we narrowed it down to?" France asked as he looked over to the pile and mentally counted. It was either thirty or thirty-one, depending on where some of the thinner books began and ended.

"Hey, England, do you have anything fun here? This little kid body you stuck me in wants to do something other than sit around all day," Romano asked.

"I think I should have a football somewhere in a closet," England answered after a moment of thought. He had to admit that the idea to run around outside did sound more appealing than staring at books he could not read.

"What about you Wes. You wanna go play with everyone else?" Prussia asked as he noticed everyone else get up. Germany nodded a 'yes' to this question, and rushed outside with the rest of the group.

It did not take the group long to find the ball, and soon the six nations were in the middle of a game. Everyone seemed to have fun with the break, when Germany suddenly stopped in mid kick as an idea came to him. As it did so he called out, "I just remembered something, what day is it?"

"Hm? It's Thursday. Why?" Spain asked as he claimed the ball and kicked it to Romano who took the opening to rush towards the makeshift goal.

"That means that I have a meeting with Denmark tomorrow afternoon at his house," Germany replied.

"So? We've been over this Wes, until this is fixed you can't go to work," Prussia replied as he protected the goal from Romano's kick.

"But whenever we meet on Fridays we always go out for drinks or other stuff afterwards," Germany began to explain.

"Germany, you're too little to even reach the counter top. I don't think they'll let you drink," France remarked as he took the ball Prussia passed to him.

"That's not it! Denmark often meets with Norway, and Norway knows magic too, right? So, it just occurred to me that maybe we could meet with Norway and see if he could help fix this!" Germany explained.

"That was a pretty long way to get to 'Let's get Norway to help,'" Romano commented as he tried to take the ball from France.

"So what about it England? If you won't let us ask your brothers for help do you think Norway could help?" Germany asked the youngest one in the group.

England scowled at the idea and answered, "If you ask Norway for help there is no way that he will let me live it down."

"Norway or Scotland. Pick your poison," France remarked. He could clearly see that if given the option England would say no to everyone's help. If they were to ever get this fixed, then he would need to insure that did not happen.

"…Fine…if we must ask someone then I guess Norway is better," England conceded as he carefully grabbed the ball which was kicked out of bounds.

"So why don't we just head over to Norway's house now instead of waiting for Germany to meet with Denmark and then head over?" Romano asked as he stole the ball from England.

"Denmark asked me to not go over early because it was Nordic bonding day today and he would need to clean the house after everyone was there," Germany answered matter of fact as he tried to take the ball from Romano. Romano had a good leg length advantage though, and was able to keep the ball.

"What in the world is a 'Nordic bonding day?'" Spain asked.

"It's this thing they do where they go to one of their houses and spend time together. They do it instead of unawesome regional meetings," Prussia answered only to then tsk when Romano scored a goal. Romano cheered at his success and Spain congratulated the happy Italian.

"So if everyone is at the same place then maybe we should just go to Norway's house tomorrow afternoon when he heads home," England commented.

"I still don't know why we should wait. I mean, why wait so a few more people don't see us, when we could change back sooner if we go?" Romano complained.

"…I think for once I agree with Romano," Germany commented. He disliked the idea of more people seeing him like this, but when he put the situation in the right perspective it just made sense to go.

"Easy for you two to say…," England replied with a grimace.

France quickly caught on to why England was dragging his feet once again and commented, "It's not like the Nordics became younger, so you don't need to worry about them picking on you again."

"England doesn't want to go because he's afraid of them?" Spain asked with a laugh.

"Easy for you to laugh about it. You weren't their punching bag for three centuries!" England retorted.

"That's not quite fair, England. The Vikings and I also awesomely attacked Eastern Europe, not just you," Prussia critiqued.

"Honestly, if those lot are going to look at this situation like you and France then I'm not sure if I want to deal with the childhood trauma of Vikings or the childhood trauma of my brother," England answered truthfully.

"I told you to pick and you picked Norway. So lets grab those books and head up north," France ordered as he took the ball and headed inside; England in tow.

We'll stop here for now

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