Claire POV

A couple hours have gone by and the party is finally starting to wind down, it looks like Poland and Lithuania got put in charge of decorating and the music. There's tinsel covering everything in sight, a space cleared for dancing, a disco ball was hanging on the ceiling earlier but Sealand, Molossia, and some of the other micronations "accidentally" threw a cherry bomb at it and shattered the thing so now there's silver glitter and mirror shards all over the place.

I tried to go over and say hi to the micronations but they seemed pre-occupied, Sealand and Wy has taped a paper sign to Seborga's back with some choice words, and were following him around to see how long it would take him to notice it, snickering all the way. Their plan seemed to be going strong for a while, Seborga noticed nations giving him strange looks but didn't seem to care much, looks like Italy's oblivious tendencies have rubbed off on him. But eventually he wandered past Romano, Romano started yelling, and that was the end of that.

Most of the music was of course in Polish, and the majority of it being pop, but it looks like Lithuania convinced Poland to play some other stuff since finally something in English started playing! I started talking to Lichtenstein in one of the corners, we were pretty much left alone since Switzerland was prowling around looking menacingly at anyone who came within ten feet of his sister, but for some reason he was fine with me being over here.

I recognized the beat of the song to be one of the few pop songs I will tolerate and started tapping my toes along to it while talking to Lichtenstein, when all of the sudden I'm spun around by Italy. "Claire do you like this song?" he asks motioning towards the dance floor, where the micronations are spinning around crazily to the music. "I guess yeah-" but that's all I get out before Italy spins me away to the other side of the room.

Italy immediately starts dancing but I linger at the edge of the dance floor, I suddenly realize I really don't know anyone here at all and I'm suddenly attacked with feelings of nervousness and start to creep away but I'm suddenly propelled towards Italy from behind, it turns out to be Seborga and he gives Italy a wink before going back to the other micronations.

"What was that about?" I ask Italy. "Seborga is just like me and Fratello in that way" "What way?" "We can't stand to see a pretty lady look lonely!" he says with one of those blinding grins I've grown to love. I smile back and start to relax and lose my earlier nervousness, I can't even remember what I was afraid of! We dance through a couple songs, and I'm occasionally sucked into a dance with Seborga, and I even twirl around with Sealand a couple rounds, but I always end up back with Italy. I start to tire out, I've been dancing at least an hour plus I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off earlier with Japan and Greece, well mostly Japan now that I think of it.

There aren't nearly as many nations around as before, I can still see America, England, Germany, Japan, France, Canada, Spain, and Romano, but everyone else seems to have gone home. England walks over to me where I'm slumped on a chair and holds up a pocket watch, "It's fifteen minutes to midnight we need to start getting ready" he says. We exit the room where the party was held and walk to the top floor of the house, there are huge glass bay windows that let in the light of the full moon and England has all of his ingredients already laid out for him to use.

While England bustles around for a few minutes and gets the spell ready, I stand quietly next to Italy and Germany. "I'm going to miss you guys" I say with a sad smile looking up at the two of them. "Don't worry Bella, we'll figure out some way to see you again" says Italy trying to sound confident but I can hear the worry in his voice. "Claire it's ready" calls England from across the room, I quickly hug Italy and go to hug Germany but he redirects me into shaking his hand. "Still not a hugger huh?" I say. He smiles and pats me softly on the head before giving me a gentle push towards England.

"Are you ready to do this?" asks England, "Ready as I'll ever be!" I say and try to put on a brave face. He's drawn a huge white symbol in chalk on the floor with a bare circle for me to stand in, and I slowly walk over and stop in the center of it. "I just wanted to say this before I start, it was a great honor to meet such a lovely girl as yourself and I hope this whole ordeal hasn't been to horrible for you." says England as he starts to flip through his spell book. "Oh don't say that!" I exclaim and run over to England engulfing him in a hug, he starts spluttering embarrassed snatches of sentences but I interrupt him, "If you had never done that spell I would of never met any of you and this has been the absolute best week of my life! I wouldn't regret this for anything, so thank you so much England!" I say wholeheartedly. "Thank you dear" says England blushing slightly, he hides his face behind the spell book and tries to get back to the spell but France pops up behind him, he seems to have an awful habit of doing that doesn't he?

"Thank you dear? That's all your going to say to this dame magnifique, who has spiced up our boring and drab lives with her splendour and vigour?!" announces France. He starts to go off on a tirade about the wonders and magic of "L'amour", but England shoves him aside when he sees we only a few minutes left to do the spell. France huffs, but spins towards me before I enter the circle for the last time and says "It has been the greatest pleasure meeting you cherie, I only wish we had longer to get "acquainted" he says with a wink and quickly bends to kiss my hand before being immediately pushed away from me by England who is muttering something about filthy frogs.

He finally gets to the page he wants and starts slowly speaking the words of the spell, increasing in volume as he goes, Spiritus mihi, si miseris ad hoc, quod in domo sua, et date illi, per virtutem tuam, he repeats twelve times with the last repetition ending exactly on the stroke of midnight, and we can all hear clocks throughout the huge house start to bong. The circle starts to glow around me and my hair feels electrified, almost standing straight up from the power of whatever spell England has used. I feel my body being pulled by some invisible force, "I think I'm starting to go!" I shout.

"Farewell love!"

"Auf weidersehen,"

"Au revoir,"

"Bye dudette!"

"Ciao bella" is the last thing I hear before the room vanishes before me, and everything goes black.

Translations: England's chant is Spirits aid me, send this being back to her home, lend me your strength and let her through in Latin, and France calls Claire a magnificent lady.

Wow it's been so long since I updated, I hope some of you are still hanging around! Next chapter will probably be the last unless I come up with a new story line, or maybe a sequel? What do you guys think, any ideas? Please R&R!