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Chapter 12

"Then I guess I'm ready," Canada answered, only to then squeeze his eyes shut and wait for the queen to finish whatever the original spell was.

The Queen laughed pleasantly at this and cupped his face as she said, "You don't need to look so worried my dear; it won't hurt. Now," the Queen paused here to clap her hands, causing all of her subjects to suddenly leave the room. Once she was alone with the nations, she cast them a smirk before turning back to Canada and chanting several lines in an ancient language no one else knew. She then paused a moment and said, "Rhielle," before kissing Canada on the lips.

Her lips lingered on his for a moment, only to then reluctantly leave as the spell began. The transformation only took an instant, and it shocked the nations to see Canada suddenly grow from a hobbit to a creature like the queen. He had grown a head taller than he was in his real form, and his soft features had grown harder yet more delicate looking, his body leaner yet muscular. His hair had grown more so that it was slightly longer than France's and his purple eyes sparkled with given power. The main thing which separated him from being a normal, attractive person was that he still had abnormally large ears.

"I must say, you were attractive as a nation, adorable as a Halfling, but absolutely gorgeous as you are now," the Queen replied with a smile as she looked over at her work. Canada looked at her duly before he bowed to her and replied in a deeper voice, "I am happy that you think so."

"Canada?" America asked shocked by seeing him suddenly so different.

"You know, I think I have to agree with the Queen on this topic. Canada looks a lot sexier as this current fairy creature; even with those large ears," France mused.

"So now Canada is a different fairy creature for you to play with. Can you now keep your end of the deal and give me what I asked?" Prussia asked, causing the Queen to look at him tiredly.

"Well now, aren't you being demanding? And I already am holding up my end of the deal. Time moves differently in my realm, so as long as you stay in here you can put off death as long as you wish. Your friends, however, can either go home now or stay here as prisoners. Their choice," the Queen answered briskly.

"What?! But that's not-," Prussia began shocked.

"We told you it would be warped," Norway butted in.

"Is she correct about the time thing?" America asked England. He thought a trip to a different world would be cool, but the idea of the time being different unnerved him.

"Oh yes, time moves a lot slower here. Last time I was here to rescue Canada in what felt like a couple hours to me was one year in our world. I once heard a story of a man who spent one night in the fairy world and when he returned to his home hundreds of years had passed. That was rule number seven if I remember correctly," England answered.

"What I don't understand is why she would let us stay here and hear her name. What is she planning?" Germany asked.

"She allowed you to stay because you are of no threat to us," Canada answered. He then looked up to the doorway when a group of guards entered, only to continue saying to the nations, "And now if I were you I would take the first of your options and leave."

Troll looked at the guards annoyed, only to then put up a barrier to protect them upon Norway's silent command. Seeing that they were temporarily safe, England scowled at Canada and answered, "Young man, there is no way in hell that's I'm leaving you here with that old hag!"

The Queen looked at England first with shock, then with fury. Slowly, she made the barrier vanish so that the guards could take hold of the nations. She then growled, "Arthur Kirkland, come here this instant!"

England grimaced as his feet unwillingly obeyed the order, ending with him on one knee in front of the Queen. A shining sword appeared in her hands as she began, "Of all the creatures to find their way into the world of magic, you are one of the most intolerable. And now you have the gall to call me such a thing as a-a 'hag?' The other nations shall be allowed to leave, but you will stay here as a corpse for such talk!"

With this said she gripped the hilt tightly and swung the blade as if to cut him in two, only for the blade to stop on Canada's arm; a bit of armor magically appearing to protect him. Slowly, he looked up to the Queen and gave her a pleading look.

"You stand with him?" the Queen asked slightly shocked.

I know it's short and a bit of a cliff-hanger, but we'll stop here for now.

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