London, England

9:42 A.M.

Well, this sucks.

My boss, well, all our bosses have decided to dump piles of paperwork on us, forcing us to work constantly on the time we were supposed to have off. Well, everybody except Russia. That damn commie. I'm PISSED at him for what he's done. It is unforgivable. And I want to march over there and let him have one for. But I can't. Because I'm stuck with SO MUCH GODDAMN PAPERWORK.

I need a distraction. Anything. Something to get me away for this paperwork. If only I could-

*ring* *ring* *ring*

Perfect timing. But not who I wanted to talk to.

"Доброе утро, Британия. How are you?"

"DAMN WANKER! GIVE ME BACK WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY MINE!"

"Heh, no, I don't think I will. It is mine now, anyway."

"IT IS NOT! GIVE IT BACK!"

"Goodbye, Britain."

There was a click on the other end. I growled in frustration as I slammed the phone down. Bloody wanker, he decided to take dignity, my pride.

He took my wand.

My wand that I use to summon my friends when I need them. The faeries usually came to me, and I hid the wand, mostly because the sensed when to come, anyway. But he had stolen it from me, unforgivable enough to for me to want to use ANY form of dark magic to wipe him clean off the Earth. But I had to stay in and do paperwork, so I couldn't.

My stomach rumbled, had I eaten yet? No, I don't believe so, caught up in my revenge and paperwork has made me forgotten the necessary needs! How foolish! I walk to my kitchen, accompanied by a small, squeaky voice seconds later.

"Hi there!"

"Hello Flying Mint Bunny."

"Mr. Britain! You sound upset!"

"I am upset. Very upset, and I do not wish to take it out on you." I said while struggling to keep my voice calm. It wasn't working very well.

"Why are you upset?"

"That... Russia has taken my wand."

"Oh NO!"

"Yes, you can imagine how furious I am."

"I can! It must be awful! It is a great honor to receive a wand! You must be very upset for him to have stolen it!"

"Yes." It was great having faeries as friends, they understood exactly what you were feeling, and didn't blame you for things you didn't do. They always knew the truth, even Flying Mint Bunny. I made some of my delicious food (SCREW YOU ALL! MY FOOD TASTES GOOD AND YOU KNOW IT!) and ate it, while FMB talked about random things, chitter chatter and such. I smiled, it felt good to have (him? her? I could never really tell...) around.

I walked in the hallways of my house, past the corridors and such, into my library. I always enjoyed being in my library, it took the stress out of things when I could just sit in my old chair and curl up with a good book.

I started to read an old favorite, and smiled as I skimmed over the familiar words. I sighed, a little happy with this short distraction. I knew the paperwork and revenge would come around later, but I was content with my book. I read the pages and flipped them, reading like a madman. I had read the book so many times that I hadn't even noticed when I fell asleep, book in hand, the rest of the words flowing through my dreams.

10:01 A.M.

I woke up to the phone ringing. I closed my book, respectively placing it on the side table next to the chair and I grabbed the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Britain! Help!"

There was only one person in the entire world who has that voice.

"Britannia Angel! What's wrong?"

"Everything! He has your wand and he-" It was cut off, and you could hear muffled screams in the background.

"Britannia Angel! Come back!"

"I'm, ughh, sorry. He cannot come to the phone right now."

Russia.

"YOU DAMN WANKER! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!?"

"Simple! I asked it and to spill it's secrets, and this little mini version of you suddenly appeared!"

"YOU ASS! GIVE HIM BACK TO ME AND THE WAND RIGHT NOW!"

"Hmmm...No! Seeing as how both are in my possession now, I believe I will have a little fun!"

"AHHHHHHHHH! NO! BRITAIN! HELP! I KNOW WHAT HE WANTS TO DO! DONT LET HIM DO IT! HELP ME-"

THe line was cut off. That commie had my wand and the Britannia Angel?

Oh, IT'S ON.