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Seychelles and Liechtenstein
"Where could she be?" Seychelles grumbled and crossed her arms. She and Liechtenstein are still trying to find F. England for the past fourteen minutes, zipping back and forth from room to room. Seychelles tried her best to keep her cool, but with the pointless chase of the Brit, she will explode of irritation. Liechtenstein, who was trying to match her friend's ridiculously fast pace, decided to keep her mouth shut while watching her friend rant and curse words in both French and English.
Seychelles stopped at a choice to go either left or right in the never ending corridor. "Now where do we go?" Flustered, Seychelles picked right and began storming off again. "I can't believe she would do that to us! Huit minutes left until the other countries go on a search party for her!" Liechtenstein thought for a minute about what Seychelles said. The other countries would have to stop whatever they're doing and search for the English girl. It would be a ruckus and Germany and F. Italy hasn't able to find F. England.
"That… would be… t-troublesome…" Liechtenstein mumbled to herself while running out of breath. Seychelles stooped and turned around to see her friend huffing and puffing behind her. Guilt began to form in the girl's heart.
"Oh I'm sorry Liechtenstein! I didn't know I was leaving you behind in all of this!" Seychelles bit her lip. "I guess I got carried away with desperately trying to find England I forgot all about you. Je suis desole!" Liechtenstein smiled at the French girl and shook her head.
"It's alright!" Liechtenstein patted Seychelles hand. "It's not your fault, Seychelles!" Seychelles nodded before turning around and walking again. This time, she remembered about her friend behind her and slowed down to match her pace.
F. England
"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" F. England groaned while throwing a huge fifteen centimetre thick book to the nearest stack of books. Twenty books in the stack tumbled down from the fifteen centimetre thick bomb. She's, as some of you will already know, frustrated. Out of the billions of books in her secret library, only one held a spell that might work with the problem. Though, the spell is cursed. Another obstacle added to F. England's many problems.
"Do not read the spell! Do not touch the spell! Do not memorise the spell! Do not say the spell! This spell cannot be used with any magical beings! This spell will curse the chanter! If you value your life, DO NOT TOUCH THIS BOOK!" F. England read out the warning sign on the cover of the book. She held the book high and read it again from a new perspective. Spells with warnings are always powerful. She then places the book down on her lap and began touching the tainted yellow warning paper. The words were written neatly with a thick brush covered in black ink. Whoever wrote this must've been an expert with wielding the brush.
"If the spell is covered with a warning sign then the spell must be powerful, maybe powerful enough to rid of the gender switch spell." F. England hesitated before flipping the medium, brown book to a page where the spell was printed. "The undo spell…" She read the title and began to read the rest of the spell and warnings. Her eyes narrowed. She then began to tear up the page and stuff it down to a black coloured book filled with other spells. F. England took a deep breath and reverts back to her normal self.
"I should really go now…" F. England slowly got up from her sitting position, black book in hand. She then carefully stepped over a bunch of books scattered on the floor and other stacks of books that didn't turn to ruins.
"Are the other's going to be worried about me?" F. England thought for a minute white touching the door. "Nah…" She chuckled and slowly opened the door before gently stepping out to the open corridor. She then closed the door tight before tapping her index finger on the door gently. After the tap, the door slowly disappeared and a wall took its place. F. England smiled with satisfaction before clenching her book tight and began walking back to the meeting room.
In the meeting room
"FRANCE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW!" France turned his attention to the American whose rage surrounds her like fire. He then paled. The two countries next to him, Spain and Prussia, fled to the other side of the room leaving France all on his own to face the uncontrollably mad American. F. America took on step forward to the Frenchman while cracking her knuckles and smiling creepily.
"This is nae goin to be good" Scotland crossed his arms and shook his head. Though, he was anticipated to see the brawl between two countries.
"This is going to be such fun, da?" F. Russia smiled at the Baltics to agree with her, which they obliged to of course.
"That's what you get for being a pervert" Wales tusked at the Frenchman while looking at France's sweaty face.
"A-Amerique… erm… it… i-i-it was an accident… erm…" France was now sweating little puddles. Once F. America finally got the right distance between her and France, she placed her stance, formed her hand to a fist, and twirled her fist around. When she believed her power is to the max, she thrust her fist straight for her target, the chin. France flew from one side of the room to the other, landing his blonde hair straight to the cement wall.
"GYAAAAHHH!" France's scream echoed the room as his head connected to the wall. Small chunks of paint fell around his hair and to the floor. F. America smirked at France's pain and turned her head to notice an unfinished bowl of stew. She had an idea.
"Oh France… it's not over yet!" F. America sang those words to sound even more terrifying. She then took the bowl of stew and sprint to the French. France, who became conscious for some reason, realised what F. America would do and immediately got up before sprinting for his dear life.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" France began running around in circles with F. America chasing him. The French was running faster than the American around and around the nations who were either laughing their butts off, taking pictures, snickering, or getting really annoyed. Then, F. America just had another idea to stop the pointless chasing. She stopped straight on her tracks and aimed her target who was running in five miles per hour. Once her target has been recognise, she drew back the bowl in her hand and launch it directly for France's hair.
There's a slight problem. F. America's aim was too low and her trough was too fast/strong. The bowl of stew flew to France's cheeks, but adding the powerful throw, the stew pushed France's right cheek straight for the wall between Lithuania and Ukraine. The two noticed France approaching them, and it great timing, they took a long step away from the wall and paving a way for the French's cheek to have eternal pain. Once France connects to the wall again, he went unconscious. Lithuania looked at the unconscious Frenchman, and then he turned to look at the puffing American clearly out of breath. Though F. America was tired after the chase, she still had her stand. Her mood then began to turn back to normal and the aura disappeared. The America they know is back.
"Erm… what just happened?" F. America placed her finger on the bottom of her lip and stared at the unconscious French, lying on the floor.
"You… you don't remember…" Ireland stared at the American, mouth gapped open. F. America shook her head.
"I remembered getting angry then everything went… red…" F. America simply said.
Hungary giggled. "That's how girls react when a pervert's in the room. Especially when a pervert flips your sister's skirt" Hungary slapped F. America's back hard. "Good job! You must be the protective sister type of girl, like China" F. America turned to look at F. China who was now poking France with a stick.
"I guess so… Wait, WAIT!" F. America suddenly screamed making everyone jumped in surprise. "Wait, wait, wait, wait… I now have girl hormones?!" F. America was now pacing back and forth around her spot, absolutely worried.
F. Japan, who was taking pictures of the brawl, noticed her friend's worried face and took steps towards her. "Er… America-chan, maybe England-san would come back with the spell to change us back" F. Japan said with her cute yet shy voice.
F. America's mood brightens. "Yup, Iggy will come and fix everything! He- I mean she probably has the spell right now and she's probably coming this way!" F. America began jumping up and down with excitement.
"Erm… like, I have a question…" Lithuania turned to his blonde friend, Poland.
"What is it, Poland?" Lithuania asked.
"You know we could, like, ask those British guys about the thing that could, like, undo the whole thing…" Poland points at the three brothers who overheard their conversation. F. America and F. Japan, who heard that too, froze. Then, F. America fell on her knees, place two hands on her messy brownish hair, and bash her head on the floor.
"America!" F. Canada bends down to help her sister, but to her surprise, F. America brought her head back up with narrowed eyes.
"I FORGOT!" F. America shouted while scuffling her hair messily back and forth, ignoring the pain inflicted on her forehead.
"I… have…not…thought…of…that…" F. Japan gasps before giving a 90 degrees bow to the three brothers. "I'm terribly sorry!" Scotland, Ireland, and Wales have no idea what to react to the scene.
To Scotland's worry, F. Japan was still bowing and trying to keep her centre of gravity. It was rather cute seeing a little Japanese girl trying to keep her balance while bowing. As much as he would like to see the Japanese trying to study her position, Scotland loudly sighs. "It's okay, really" F. Japan looked up to see Scotland smiling kindly at her. F. Japan smiled back and stood up straight.
Wales snickered at his elder brother's kindness. Scotland heard this and gave him a look that could scare medusa. Apparently, the look didn't scare Wales one bit. Ireland, who also was snickering, cleared his throat and began to speak. "It's not like we actually come here to fix the spell. We came here to see our little brother… or our boss kicked us out of the house and forced us to help England with the meeting."
"Your boss forced you to go to the meetings?" Austria asked with disappointment.
Ireland shrugged. "Little England always represents us as the UK in world meetings like these so we hardly go to one."
"So your little brother represents you in meetings while you stay at home… really?" Switzerland snarled at their laziness.
"Well we do our work equally… I guess… and he actually wanted to become the representative for the UK. So it's his fault!" Wales joined in, defending his brother's laziness.
"Wait… isn't there, like, the country that broke away from the UK a while ago? What's the name again?" Hong Kong fumbled with the words in his head. "Oh, 'Ireland' was it"
Ireland chuckled. "Wow, you're a smart lad aren't ya?" Hong Kong took full offence of the comment. Suddenly, something clicked on his head.
"Wait… isn't Ireland a girl? I remember England and her having a shouting contest once… he was totally mad at her for something" Hong Kong remembered. The other countries froze.
"Wait… Ireland's a girl… then…" Denmark pointed at the smiling 'Ireland' in front of him. Next to 'Ireland' were both Wales and Scotland trying their best to contain their laughs. Their efforts were futile.
"Ha ha… you've got me!" 'Ireland' chuckled at Hong Kong, "I'm actually North Ireland, and Ireland's my older sister"
"EEEEHHHHH?!" The nations of the world gasps at North Ireland's remark.
"W-Wait, why are you trying to be your older sister?" Germany asked, really puzzled from the situation.
"It was a dare" Wales smirked. "Scotland and I dared him to be Ireland in the meeting and discuss about Ireland's current situation abnormally until someone found out that he's actually North Ireland."
"Why?" Romano irritably asked.
"Coz it would gie Ire pure annoyed. Plus it's a daur. Ye cannae say nae tae a daur!" Scotland explained between small laughs.
Taiwan turned her head to F. China. "Wait sensei China, you told me that you know them. Why didn't you tell us that they're playing a prank?" F, China looked at Taiwan before shrugging.
"I guessed that it was their game and it wouldn't be fun to disturb the game, would it-aru?" F. China giggled and gave a wink at the three brothers. North Ireland gave her a thumbs up in return.
"Well you guys got us!" F. America came back to her cheerful mode and grinned at the brothers. "You guys are funner than Iggy! I don't get why you guys are his brothers!" She placed her hands on her hips, ignoring the fact that her forehead is bright red from the previous bash.
"Well we are… and funner is not a word, America" Wales noted at the American which she simply ignored.
"Hey America, yer foreheid is red. Ye should gie 'at iced ur something" Scotland pointed at F. America's forehead. In response, F. America laughed it off and grinned at Scotland.
"The HERO doesn't have any pain!" F. America grinned. Scotland sighs and made his way to the American. He then took two of his fingers and flicked lightly at the American's forehead. Small tears began to swell up from F. America's eyes before placing her hand on her forehead.
"Why did you do that for?" F. America demanded, tears still on the edges of her eyes.
"Sae it doesn't hurt huh? Yer like wee England sometimes!" Scotland declared. He then began patting F. America's hair. Just as when F. America thought Scotland was finally being nice to her he said, "Yer hair looks like big foot's"
Instantly, F. America began to resume punching the Scottish man playfully while chanting a chorus of "Meanie" to him. F. China watched the two nations argue and giggled. She then felt a small wind come and immediately remembered something.
"Japan" F. Japan turned to look at her older sister. "We should get change back to our clothes-aru" F. China lifts up her puffy dress a little to show F. Japan what she meant.
"I see…" F. Japan nodded and too ruffled her dress. She really loves the maid dress but she also loves the kimono. F. Japan began debating in her head about whether to keep wearing the maid dress or the pink kimono, she didn't notice she was being pulled by F. China from her own free will.
"Everyone, Japan and I are changing back to our clothes okay-aru? Don't destroy the room while we're gone!" F. China waved back at the nations who nodded back. Some nations didn't want them to change from their maid dress but no one wants to argue with feminine China who's protective about her little sister.
"Wait…" F. Japan argued but F. China was halfway outside the room by now.
"Don't worry-aru. You get to wear the pink kimono again." F. China gave F. Japan a smile. F. Japan nodded and began following her sister back to the girl's meeting room.
On the walk there, it was silent. Well, silent until F. Japan decided to speak. She's not very talkative unless she's with her family. "China-chan…" F. China turned around to her little sister. "Erm… do you think England-san will be comfortable with her brothers being in the room? She left the room because of her brothers… will she be okay?"
"Hmm… I haven't thought about that kind of situation-aru…" F. China trailed off. "I think she will, because it's her family no matter how you look at it"
F. Japan nodded. "And another question… how do you know the UK brothers?" F. China stopped. F. Japan decided to stop as well, centimetres behind her sister. Why did China stop? Before F. Japan could ask her another question, F. China interrupted her with a simple answer.
"They were lost in the woods and I helped them when I visited England's home for a while." F. China answered in a serious voice. "England wasn't there and only Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and North Ireland know about me taking care of them-aru. It was only a short while and I didn't come often because our homes were too far. I didn't take care of them daily… only sometimes-aru" F. China turned her head around to face F. Japan with a smile. F. Japan nodded which signals F. China to continue walking towards the meeting room… in absolute silence.
China-chan… that smile was broken…
Wooowww... A mystery isn't it... :P Okay, I know some of you will hate me from the scottish but I try my best to put in all the obvious words there without Sealand or China having to translate them... yeah :P I'll still put the translations below though :D
Huit-French for eight
Je suis desole- I'm sorry (in French)
Coz it would gie Ire pure annoyed. Plus it's a daur. Ye cannae say nae tae a daur!- Because it would get Ire (nickname Ireland) really annoyed. Plus it's a dare. You cannot say no to a dare!
Ye should gie 'at iced ur something- You should get that iced or something
Funner... yeah, my friend sometimes says that and I accidentally said that once... it's actually more fun than funner :P
The part with China and the stick was really random... I know... I just picture Feminine China poking the unconscious France with a random stick... couldn't you? Why torture France? I don't know? Why not Prussia or Spain? Because... i don't really know :P The random spell book will continue as a mystery for most of the chapters :P As for the person who wrote the warning... can't tell :P Muahahahaa! Any guesses of the question-marks or the person who wrote the warning will be through PM please :D
Cya next Chapter :D