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Chapter 3

The next day, Britain is ready for the spell. He is sure he has everything as perfect as possible. He had had to rewrite the spell a little to make it usable on nations instead of humans and there had been no tests of the revisions, but Britain is certain it can't go wrong.

Norway and Iceland get to his house at ten in the morning, Switzerland and Liechtenstein following fifteen minutes later. When they arrive, each party is herded down into Britain's basement, a large rectangular room with bookshelves lining three walls and several pentacles drawn in the floor. Once they are all in the room, Britain pulls out his wand.

"Now, Switzerland, if you could move to the center of the room," he instructs, and Switzerland nods and shifts as directed. Britain points his wand at him and holds up a book of spells.

"Wait; maybe I should check the wording of the spell first," Norway suggests. Britain glares at him in response and begins to recite the spell. A red light begins to glow at the end of his wand. Halfway through the incantation, the red light turns into a bright gold beam that shoots at Switzerland. It envelopes him in a net of gold threads, but he cannot move. Liechtenstein, watching from between the two Nordic brothers at the side of the room, grabs Iceland's hand in fright. Suddenly, as Britain finishes the spell, the gold threads disentangle themselves from Switzerland and gather into a shiny yellow mass by the tip of Britain's wand.

Then the little ball of light explodes, and for every anthropomorphic personification in London, the world goes black.

-/|\-

In the cases of Britain and Norway, the unconsciousness only lasts a few seconds; for Liechtenstein and Iceland, it lasts but a moment longer. The first thing Norway does when he wakes is to check his own brother. When he stirs, Norway goes on to Switzerland, who is still out. Britain is already sitting next to him anxiously.

"That… didn't go as planned," he concedes. Norway sighs and retrieves the book Britain had dropped. He flips to the correct page and reads the spell.

"It was a rather complicated spell," he states. "But I don't think this did what we intended. With this sort of wording, it's as if it was intended for all the nations, or at least those within range of the spell."

Britain jumps and turns to him. "That would mean at least Austria and Hungary have powers now too, if they're still here. I should call them…" he rummages in his pocket for a second before pulling out his phone and dialing. "Hello, Hungary, love?"

"Britain! Did one of your spells go wrong again? Austria and Germany and Italy and Romano and Spain and that idiot Prussia are passed out on the floor of my hotel room right now. And I was right in the middle of beating up Prussia for stalking me when I blacked out too. Oh, Austria's awake; I'll call you back." She hangs up before Britain can get a word in edgewise. Confused, he looks at the phone in his hand for a moment before shrugging and ending the call.

While he had been listening to Hungary, Iceland and Norway had both received calls of their own, and Liechtenstein had run to her brother's side and is trying to hold back tears. Iceland is listening calmly to Russia and attempting an explanation at why he, Poland, and Lithuania had all passed out at once in the middle of some little boutique nearby. Norway is holding his phone almost a foot from his ear as Denmark rants into his end. Britain sighs.

"There are obviously more nations here than we thought, dash it," he observes. "I guess I'll go place a call for everyone in London to come here, since we don't know who they are and everyone has obviously been affected." Norway nods in gruff agreement, and Britain starts dialing.

-/|\-

My basement is not meant to fit thirty people.

Oddly, that is the first thing Britain thinks as he sizes up the crowd in front of him. Somehow, thirty nations had found their way to London; twenty-five if you don't include the expected Liechtenstein, Switzerland, Iceland, Norway, and Britain himself.

Putting aside matters of comfort, the blond nation steps to the front of the room and Germany calls the impromptu meeting to order. All eyes turn on Britain, who scrambles for words to explain. At first, the listening nations don't believe him. It's only when Norway finally pulls out a wand and levitates Denmark by his tie that anyone starts to believe him.

"Whoa, you could do magic this entire time and you didn't tell me? I'm offended, Norge," Denmark gasps after Norway lets him down, too excited to be serious.

"So what does this have to do with us?" Austria asks impatiently.

Britain grimaces. "I believe the spell intended to give Switzerland magical abilities went wrong and hit all of the nations in the city," he explains. "Therefore, all of you should be able to do some magic. We'll need to test and make sure, though."

Almost every country in the room calls to try to do magic first, America finally winning out by sheer volume. He runs forward and grabs Britain's hesitantly offered wand, stopping and staring at it. "So… what do I do now?"

"Try a spell, you idiot," Britain suggests. "Hold up the wand and say 'aguamenti.'"

America does exactly as he is told. Not bothering to check what he is aiming at, he sprays a jet of water right into Switzerland's face. Switzerland is nonplussed, to say the least.

"Well, if America can do magic, everyone can," he comments, wiping water from his cheek with the handkerchief Liechtenstein offers. "So what now? Do we all have to go to Hogwarts or something?"

"It wouldn't be the worst idea," Britain replies as he forcibly takes his wand back from America. "I'm sure the headmistress would be able to accommodate us for safety's sake. We can't have untrained magic users running around Europe, now, can we? Strange things can happen with magic. In fact, I'll send her an owl now explaining this whole mess. Here, Fig!" he calls, and an owl swoops in to land on his outstretched arm. Britain quickly jots a note and gives it to the owl. "Minerva," he states, and the owl hoots and flies off. When Britain turns back to the crowd of countries, he is met with stares.

"Hold on. You have an owl named Fig that you use for your mail?" Turkey clarifies.

"Only the magical mail, but yes, that's the idea," Britain agrees, and laughter breaks out.

"This is insane!"

"You're insane!"

"Magic doesn't even exist!"

"SHUT UP!" Germany yells, and all eyes turn on him. "While I've never used magic myself, I believe it exists. It would certainly explain a lot of what's been happening lately. Let's give it a chance."

As if on cue, Fig the owl swoops into the room, dropping a letter into Britain's hand before fluttering back upstairs. Britain opens the envelope and reads the letter over. "Ah, good," he comments. "Minerva says that we can go as foreign-exchange students if I can get you ready."

"Define 'getting ready,'" Austria says warily.

Britain's eyes sparkle. "Well, that depends," he says. "How old do you want to be?"

Have you ever noticed how the Harry Potter owls can go basically anywhere nearly instantaneously? It's like they themselves can Apparate. But would someone please explain to me why Britain's owl is named Fig? Because I'm not sure myself. Oh well. The poll is coming along nicely, but we still need more votes. Liechtenstein and Poland are in the lead!

I hate begging for readers to review, but please do so. It makes me really happy when I open my email and I have a review waiting for me! Or even just a favorite or follow. But especially a review. You'll get your choice of fish and chips (which will be made by the house elves, not Britain, I promise) or PASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA from Italy!

Go raibh maith agat! Féach leat níos déanaí!

Translations:
Go raibh maith agat! Féach leat níos déanaí! - Thank you! See you later! Irish