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ILiveNearLondon: Glad to know that I don't have to worry about offence. And I wasn't sure what you meant by "posh", so I looked it up-did you mean to use it in a way that means "snobby"? That's what I was assuming, anyway. Anywho, you are now my bestest friend because I know practically nothing about London. Unless I bug my cousin, and I really don't wanna bother her all the time... So I'm very happy that you read this!

whonada-chan: Thanks for the translation-by the time this chapter is up that should be fixed. And this is embarrassing-I'm still in the process of learning German, but I should've caught that! *headdesk* Then again, I have trouble with the Akkusativ and Dativ cases. As in, I struggle with the "der" to "den" and the like. It drives me nuts. And...I'm rambling. Just ignore me.

Me: Thank you all for following, reviewing, favoriting, or just reading-and hopefully everyone's in character. More or less... Anyway, after this chapters may take a bit longer to get out.

Spock: Because Laveycee has discovered the British show known as "Doctor Who".

Me: What? There's nothing wrong with liking Doctor Who!

Spock: Humans...

Me: Ah, forget it. C'mere, Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Laveycee owns nothing but hypothetically this idea. (Though she wouldn't mind being given either the rights to Harry Potter or Hetalia.)

Me: Story time.

Last time: "See you tomorrow." With that, Britain turned to start walking home. He had a lot of preparing to do for tomorrow.

"Where's that bloody spellbook got to?" Britain mumbled to himself, digging through a box full of miscellanious items. "No, that's not it, no, why do I even have that? Nope, broken, junk, how did that get here?" He tossed a French flag (1) over his shoulder and it hit the ground, sending up a small plume of dust. "Ah, here we are." Britain lifted out a book bound in worn brown leather with brass clasps and the title, Traveling, (2) written in a beautiful golden script.

Britain opened the book and started flipping the pages. "Future, alternate universe... Why didn't anyone think to put an index in this thing?" he grumbled to nobody in particular. "Ah, here we are. Reverto Tempus. To go back I'll need... That's...interesting." He glanced at the list of items necessary.

Pentagram

Item from time period

Time Dust (3)

Small vial of blood of travelers

Britain read the last necessary ingredient, frowning to himself. How was he going to get everyone to agree to having blood drawn? Seeing as none of them believes in magic, they won't, Britain realized. Even America-hell, even France, who had known him since they were both tiny-wouldn't let him take their blood. How was he going to convince them? Don't worry about that now, Britain chided himself. Best to get everything else ready before crossing the "get-the-blood-to-finish-the-spell" bridge. Metaphorically speaking.

"Time Dust... Isn't that in- Yes, it is! Thank God I kept one! Where did I put it?" Britain looked around for the Time Turner he had recieved from a Minister of Magic years and years ago-right around the time they had managed to create a working Time Turner, as a matter of fact. Nothing, nothing, nothing, a glimmer of gold, nothing, not-wait. Britain glanced back to where the glint of golden light had been. It was on the bookshelf, in front of... The Many Mysteries of Time (4). That's where he had left it, of course!

As for the pentagram-well, he'd just have to bring some chalk to make it...probably on the conference room's floor. The item from the time period... What could he use? He had no flags from that time, he didn't really have anything from that time! But...

"Well," Britain sighed, "he does owe me a favor."

(1) the French flag in Britain's basement: Why not? Maybe France put it there to mess with Britain at some point but never did anything. If anyone wants to write a story about that, feel free to, but tell me so I can read it, please!

(2) the spellbook called Traveling: Not based off of any other book. It contains spells that allow you to go forward and back in time, and anywhere in the universe. Think "Britain's personal TARDIS in book form". This is the only surviving copy. The others were destroyed during the London Blitz. (Sorry if this is a painful topic for anyone.)

(3) Time Dust: I'm making this up, by the way. So, you need Time Dust to use in Time Turners. Without this rare dust, all you have is a fancy necklace with an hourglass on it.

(4) The Many Mysteries of Time: It sounds good, doesn't it? And if such a book does exist, I don't own it.

Me: Ooh, who owes Britain a favor?

Spock: You're the author of this fiction, don't you know?

Me: Yes, but this way it'll give people something to think about!

Spock: You...do have a point.

Me: Says Mr. Pointy-Ears.

Spock: ...

Me: Look at it this way: I'm not calling you the Doctor.

Spock: That doesn't make any sense.

Me: Because you haven't watched the show. By the way, anybody know why the Doctor was called Mr. Spock at one point? At least, I think that was what Rose called him in front of Jack Harkness...

Spock: Let's move on.

Me: Okay. Review, and sorry for this chapter being so short-hopefully I'll have another chapter ready to be uploaded next Friday. Not this Friday, but the one after that. The second of February. Okay? Sound good? If it doesn't...well, too bad. That may have sounded a bit mean... Ah, well, that's life. And sorry that this is a helluva lot shorter than the first two chapters... Just the way I wanted it to end. Bye!