A/N- This chapter had me stuck for some reason, whenever I want to write I just get writers block! I hope you like this but I'll think of something I always do somehow. This might take some time to continue the series now , the events and stuff are all in my head, I just need to type it down, dang it.
As England ran to his private study, he grabs his cloak and closes the door behind him, leaving China to entertain himself. Though feeling bad about this action, the Brit knew it was for the best for the both of them at the moment. Scrambling to find all the magically enhanced books, he set to work on finding a spell to change the weather!
*China's PoV*
After his younger host sprinted toward his studies, the aged nation felt hopeless knowing that he was going to need to pack up his things and leave soon. The older nation looked blankly out the window for the next few minutes, seeing the sun hitting the white, glittering snow was usually a beautiful site in the morning in his home, but now it meant he'd be away from his precious gem. England was a gem, and a very famous one that was, and could, be stolen by anyone in the world. Thinking that last thought sadly, China walked slowly and silently to the guest bedroom to pack his things.
*As for England*
Come on, there has to be something here! Where the bloody hell would the spell be in this ancient place! The British nation thinks very irritably, looking at his wrist watch only to see that it's been less than fifteen minutes. Flipping through book after book only to find nothing on the weather except warnings about not to mess with Mother Nature. On the other hand, the Brit found spells and rituals on how to change moon/sun patterns, star constellations, and other mush only that other child, his own, would find intriguing, or a superstitious person would find interesting as well, like Yao. If Alfred knew, surely he would bug him to at least show him one ritual.
After about an hour and a half, he found a book for advanced wizards and mages. The book says not to perform anything if you're not a certain leveled wizard that was used in medieval times, so the bushy-browed nation assumed he was advanced, since he has been doing magic for as long as he can remember. As he flipped through the pages, he finally found a spell to change the weather to the user's liking. After reading the steps carefully with the chant in mind, England retraced the ritual circle a second time just to make it a little fresher, started the summoning of his magical ability. Setting a moon flower and a sol rock in the center of the circle, he began to chant.
Osol, et lunaDucamteeteriscede agedum! As the circle began to brighten with light, England finished the short chant. Facduradiclamorflebilistetibihaecmunera! As the flower and stone vanished with the light within seconds, the messy haired nation was exhausted! Feeling sapped of all his energy, he managed to climb out of the magical study, through the library, and too the bedroom to lie down. By the time he was going to lie down, he was feeling a little dizzy. Slowly drifting off in his thoughts, without realizing it, he fell asleep dreaming of his beloved Yao.
"Aiyah! Aru~!" China yelped at the scene outside his window. This was what woke the United Kingdom from his slumber. Quickly glancing at his clock, it has been three hours since he fell asleep. Sprinting down the hall to where the old nation stood, eyes widened in shock to scene outside.
At first, England thought it was the storm he supposedly created, but after a glance outside, he saw that all the snow was melting leaving small puddles and little areas of snow. What the bloody hell! He thought, still looking outside. Did I make a mistake or…His thoughts trailed off. Without warning, China spun around and kissed his shocked companion.
"I guess this is my last day here, aru~." The old nation stated with sadness in his voice, lightly taking his lips of his partners' own pair once more. "I better go and make sure everything is packed, aru~." As the elder nation passes his companion, England wanted to do something or say something, but couldn't find the voice, couldn't find the movement of his limbs, he couldn't find anything.
His thoughts remained scattered, still processing how it'd be China's last day already. I know we can always visit each other. England thought but only found himself running up to the guest room, seeing nothing but a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. He wanted to run after Yao to tell him good bye and visit frequently. Only to find his love in the kitchen boiling water for tea, like how this all started.
A/N- I'm a terrible person I know. But I knew England was going to fail, so who saw that coming? Feel free to shoot me, but this isn't over, I'll still add chapters to this story I know many things on how to continue this. Sorry for all the fluff at the end for all those fluff haters out there (including my editor) (Editor: OH HUSH UP!. England does not approve! ) Oh and the chant England says is in Latin, and don't ask why those words were chosen in the chant (go Google Translator for once, even though I won't trust it if I were u). I couldn't think of any other words so -.-'. But don't hate me; this series is going to be somewhat long, I hope. School might block me but there's always weekends. Just wait a little okay, byes.