Chapter 8: These aren't just some silly card tricks
Now that France was gone, much to Regina's relief, she turned her attention to the other nations that wanted her dead. America was sitting in another chair, arms crossed and with a weapon in each. His leer only broadened when he noticed her staring at him in fear, unable to tear her eyes away. "Like what you see?" he purred, uncrossing his arms and letting the gun in his hand dangle from his fingertips. Regina swallowed, tearing her gaze away and shaking her head.
"Well even if she doesn't I certainly do."
Regina lifted her head to look at England, who was leaning against the wall, cutlass in a scabbard at his side and one palm raised. Even though he was smaller than America, he managed to appear just as, if not more terrifying. A small smirk played across his lips as he noticed her look. "Scared?" he asked, false concern lacing his words.
"Of what? A scrawny tea lover? In your dreams." Regina spat, her voice higher out of fear.
"Careful poppet, nightmares are also dreams." he hummed, a dark aura gathering around him. "I've been looking for an opportunity to practice my magic."
Regina had the audacity to laugh. "Magic? Card tricks and pulling rabbits out of hats weren't in my nightmares, last I checked."
"These aren't just some silly card tricks, girl." he scoffed, a dark fire materializing in the air above his palm. Regina watched in horror as the fire grew and twisted, taking the form of a person, obviously writhing in pain. "This is magic that leveled cities and civilizations alike, magic that has the power to strip your skin off your bones, magic that creates monsters, summons demons, and with a flick of the wrist destroys it all." he clenched his fist, extinguishing the fire.
Regina realized that her arm was still untied for whatever reason, and began scratching at the ropes, slowly untying the bounds that held her there. Thankfully neither nation noticed, as England was amusing himself by summoning different colors of fire, and America was watching them dance in the air, trying to shoot them with a small handgun, cheering whenever the bullets passed through and dropped to the floor with a dull clunk, half melted. They would grow bored of this eventually and remember her, so she went faster, feeling the ropes tying her to the chair loosen. Her nails picked at the knot, and with a small crack she was free. She broke free of the bonds with a victorious yell and sprinted toward the door, disregarding the loud burst of obnoxious laughter behind her. "ADIOS BITCHES!" she shouted, only ten feet away from the door. She suddenly crashed into an invisible barrier, falling back. Regina braced herself for the impact on the floor, but it never came. She had closed her eyes when she crashed and now opened them to asses the situation. Regina screamed when she realized that the reason she was not on the floor already was because of England.
The superpower was still in the same position as before, expression lazy. There were tongues of dark light pouring from his palm and winding around Regina, holding her in the air. America hadn't even moved from the chair to stop her and was instead clutching onto it for support, howling with obnoxious laughter.
"HAhaha… oh man your face! HI-larious!" he choked out, wiping tears of amusement from his eyes and going red in the face.
England spared a chuckle, but remained composed. "Well yes I suppose that was quite amusing to see her face."
"Let me go you little shits." Regina hissed, struggling against the new magic. As soon as the words left her mouth, a look of dark fury settled on his face. It was a look that caused her stomach to drop, and she knew with a sinking feeling that when she finally pushed him over the edge, his rage would be a hundred times worse than France's. He snapped his fingers, the sound loud and crisp. Almost at once light blue light seeped out and coiled itself around Regina's face, effectively shutting her up.
"Last I was aware, my name that you were supposed to address me by was England, and Alfred's was America. Neither of those are 'little shit'. Now shut your bloody mouth or i'll shut it for you."
Regina discovered that the light did not prevent her from talking, and wasted no time spitting out a reply. "You deserved every bit of that slap you-"
She was cut off when England snapped his fingers again, and the light burst into flame.