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England glanced up from the vast amount of paperwork laid out before him on his desk. He could hear the sound of someone outside his home. Glancing out the window, it took him a moment to realize it was Arktos. The little boy was sitting in the middle of the garden and splashing about happily in a rather large puddle of mud. "Arktos!"

Arktos whined and pouted as he was suddenly scooped up and out of the mud puddle. He'd been having a good deal of fun. He pouted up at England as the older country carried him into the house. "Boo!"

"You're filthy!" England exclaimed, taking Arktos straight to the bathroom. While he waited for the bath to fill with water, England impatiently yanked Arktos's filthy clothes off. "What are you doing here, Arktos?" He asked when he finally got the toddler into the bathtub.

Arktos continued to pout as England dumped water over his head. "I lost Big Brother." He sniffled out.

England sighed and rubbed his eyes. This was exactly why he hadn't wanted America to get Arktos. He knew how irresponsible America was. "Don't worry, Arktos. I'll have some of my people find him and inform him that you're here."

"Thank you, England." Arktos beamed up at him. Feeling slightly better now, Arktos began happily splashing around in the tub. Once England was satisfied that the little boy was clean enough, England took him from the tub and dried him off before redressing Arktos in said boy's now clean clothes.

England led Arktos back to his study. "I have some work to do so please sit quietly until America comes to get you."

Arktos tried his best to follow England's orders. He sat on the floor by England and simply stared up at the ceiling. That entertained him for about three minutes. He then began crawling around the study, trying to find something to entertain himself with. He frowned when he realized there were no toys anywhere in sight. Japan, Feliciano, and Germany always kept toys on hand in case America lost Arktos and he wound up at their homes. England didn't have anything but books. Arktos pouted and began pulling books off the shelves.

Most of the books had nothing but words filling their pages. Arktos frowned and shoved the books roughly away from him. They were so boring. He stopped on one book. There were lots of words in this book, like the others. Unlike the others, though, there were also quite a few interesting pictures on the pages. Arktos pushed the book across the floor to England (it was far too heavy for him to pick up). He plopped down at England's feet and tugged on his pants. "England?"

England did his best to ignore the little boy. He had too much paperwork to do to be distracted. By the time Arktos had said his name for the twelfth time, England snapped. "What, Arktos? What do you want?"

Arktos pointed at the picture in the book. "What's that?"

"Oh…that…it's nothing." England quickly tried to scoop his black magic book up and away from the little toddler.

Arktos frowned and stubbornly held onto the other end of the book. "No!"

England hesitated before picking the book up along with Arktos. He looked at the boy dangling from the other end of the book. "Do you want to learn how to do black magic?" At Arktos's rapid nod, England continued. "All right. I'll teach you. You must listen and do as I tell you, though. Understand?"

"Yes!" Arktos exclaimed excitedly. He had no clue what black magic was, but it sounded far more exciting than just sitting around and staring at the ceiling. He obediently followed England down to the basement of the mansion. He looked around in awe at all the candles along the wall and the strange drawing at the center of the room. "What's that?"

"This is a summoning circle." England explained. "We are going to summon the greatest evil to vanquish America."

"Yay! Vanquish!" Arktos cheered. Again, he had no clue what vanquish meant, but England seemed so excited about it that he just couldn't help himself. "Vanquish! Vanquish!"

England nodded approvingly. "Now, Arktos, you sit back and watch. If you say the wrong words, it could ruin the spell."

Arktos nodded solemnly. He sat down on the floor and listened as England began chanting in some strange language. He blinked when he swore the candles in the room began to flicker and waver and the shadows began dancing on the walls. "Wow…" He breathed out. He tilted his head to the side curiously as the circle began glowing.

England stepped back, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Now, we shall vanquish America with…"

"Ahhh!" Arktos screamed as Russia's head popped up from the center of the circle. Russia always scared Arktos. It seemed England was rather terrified too as he took a hesitant step back. "Make him go bye-bye! Make him go bye-bye!" Arktos howled.

England quickly released the spell. Both he and Arktos breathed a sigh of relief as Russia disappeared. "As you can see, Arktos, black magic is very dangerous and you should never do it. Understand?"

"Yes!" Arktos nodded quickly. He didn't think he'd ever want to try black magic. Not if it meant Russia would randomly pop up.

"Um, sir," A servant hesitantly poked his head down the stairwell. "America is hear to pick up Arktos."

"We'll be right up." England said. Once the servant disappeared, England turned to Arktos. "We will never tell the others about this, okay?"

"Okay." Arktos promised. He followed England up the stairs and towards the foyer where America was waiting. "Vanquish America later?" He asked.

England laughed and took Arktos's hand. "Of course."