THIS IS THE REVISED VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER, BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT WHAT I HAD ORIGINALLY POSTED WAS CRAP. HOWEVER, IT WILL BE POSTED AS A ONE-SHOT.

Me: Hi!

Audience: *throws tomatoes* *yelling verbal abuse*

Me: *ducks tomatoes* So, you're probably wondering what in the name of chocolate took me so long to update.

Spock: If you look at the update dates of her other fanfictions, you wouldn't be surprised.

Me: Yeah, I'm kinda afraid to update those...I think the characters might attack me...

Britain: WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! I'M SICK OF WAITING FOR YOU TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER!

Me: ... *banishes Britain back to the story* Life got in the way of writing. Sorry. But on the plus side, I went to Comic Con, which was pretty cool. And I have a new idea for a story, which I'll tell you about after the chapter.

Spock: Without further ado...

Last time: "Thank you for your time. Goodbye, Mr. Fudge." With that, Britain walked out. It was around ten p.m., and he had to be at the meeting around eight a.m. to get the spell prepared.

Britain was humming. He was humming. That was probably not good, as he never hummed. Never. So, when the other countries walked into the conference room-ranging from fifteen minutes early to five or so minutes late-they knew something was up. Their suspicions were confirmed when he said "Good morning!" too brightly.

Crap, what craziness is he up to now? was the general consensus. "S'up, dude?" boomed America, who was-as usual-oblivious to the air of nervousness in the room.

Britain didn't even pretend to not know what America meant. "I have everything I need to perform the spell. There's just one thing left..." he trailed off.

"What's that?" America asked curiously.

"Um... If I could have everyone's attention, please?!" Britain called. He was ignored. "Hey, Germany, could you...?"

"Sure," Germany sighed. "EVERYONE SHUT UP! BRITAIN WANTS TO SAY SOMETHING!" he thundered. Everyone instantly quieted. Britain felt a slight twinge of jealousy...why didn't anyone listen to him? Why did they only listen when they were shouted at? But he brushed it off; he would have an opportunity to prove-once and for all-that magic was real, and then they would listen to him, like it or not.

"Er, yes, my spell is almost complete. I just need one thing from each of you." He paused briefly.

"Which is what, Britain-san?" Japan asked quietly.

Britain shifted his weight slightly before answering. "...Blood."

"WHAT?!" everyone shouted in unison, probably the only time in history they had ever all agreed on something.

"I need a small amount of blood from each of you, to take you back in time," he explained. "Just a pinprick, really. All it will do is...allow your bodies to adjust to the time period properly."

"Or you could call the Doctor," Laos (1) mumbled.

"I heard that, and I'd rather not, I was rather...rude to him the last time we met (2)."

"So what you're saying is that the Doctor is real?" Laos asked skeptically.

"Yes, can we please move on? I need some blood of whomever is going back in time with me, unless you want to be very sick, and believe me when I tell you that it is excruciating. It's rather like traveling with a vortex manipulator-it will make you feel sick. Very sick," Britain said.

"Vortex-" America began.

"I can explain it to you later in private, America-" France snickered- "Shut up, Frog! Honestly," Britain mumbled under his breath, "he's worse than Jack Harkness. Anyway," he said more loudly, "the last thing that I need is the blood, then we're ready to go. So. Who's good with a needle?"

"I'm good with a needle, but I'm not sure if I can take a blood sample," Hungary said. "I don't have any nursing experience."

Lithuania nudged Poland. "What?" Poland hissed.

Lithuania didn't say anything, but just gave him a Look that spoke more than a thousand words.

"Like, not cool, Lithy," Poland grumbled. He stepped forward. "I have, like, nursing experience," he volunteered reluctantly.

"Brilliant!" Britain said. "Poland will take a sample of anyone's blood who wants to go back. Who wants to go?"

America, France, Prussia, Germany, Italy by default, Japan (after hesitating slightly), Spain (who dragged Romano with him), and Sealand-who had snuck in. (Britain noticed him, but for the sake of keeping the peace, didn't say anything.) Britain took a deep breath. All the blood had been collected. He placed everyone who was going in a specific position and put the blood in the correct places in the pentagram.

"Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer! Reverto Tempus!"

The countries were enveloped in a bright light and vanished from the conference room. Somewhere in the past and a couple hundred miles away, all hell broke loose.

(1) Laos: It's a country in south-east Asia, according to my mom. She may or may not be lying.

(2) Britain being rude to the Doctor: It's my headcanon that Britain has yelled at the Doctor for different London invasions and such.

Me: Would anyone be interested in a Doctor Who version of Romeo and Juliet? We just finished it in English-finally finished the essay!-and I was struck with an idea for a 10th Doctor/Rose version. Interested? Let me know and I'll try to post it at some point. Anything to add, Spock?

Spock: Would you like to apologize for the first editon of this chapter?

Me: *looks sheepish* Well, a gigantic thank-you to MyraBrown, because to be honest, she shamed me-indirectly-into realizing that what I had written was utterly awful. So, apologies for anyone who read that version. It will, however, be posted as a one-shot alternate chapter for anyone interested.