I'm so sorry for the delay! It's been like, almost 2 months...? Maybe more? ._.
I had a writers block, school, and other crap TT^TT
And now, here is the long awaited Chapter 4!

Oh, and this chapter was a bit rushed, so sorry for some of the grammer and spelling .w.)|||

Chapter 4

Place: Kristiansand, Norway

Norway was running quickly to the pier where he was supposed to meet someone, that someone being Russia. His long, black cape flying as he ran. Earlier, he was just eating his dinner, relaxing when his phone rang. The caller didn't say his name, but he knew right away it was Russia's voice.

"Go to the pier in Kristiansand in 35 minutes or earlier, or else"

He dropped his fork, stood up, grabbed his cape, and ran like there was no tomorrow out the door. Around 32 minutes have past and he reaches the pier, out of breath. Leaning on a lamp post, he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm so tired..." he said, as he looks at the sky above.

The night sky was always a marvelous sight. There were constellations to be found, hoping for a quick shooting star to pass, or admire the bright moon. This time though, the clouds seem to block the starry sky. Looking straight ahead, the sea breeze felt chilly and the waves crashing the shore, loudly. Although it felt different this time...the waves sounded louder than usual. He notices a large boat sailing close to the shore. It looked familiar, but his tiredness made his memory go blank. Also, a man standing on the deck caught his interest anyway. Squinting his eyes, the figure looked clear. Not to mention very familiar.

"...England" he snarled and looked at his disturbing face of his. His smiling face was starting to piss him off.

England's boat was getting closer to the pier, his smug smile plastered on his face. The plan was going as it should be. Luring Norway thanks to Russia was a success. Counting on Russia to complete the other half of the plan, he would finish the other half... even though the second part of the plan is separate from Russia's. Other than winning the war, he had his own reasons.

"Hello Norway" England greeted him, happily.

"What do you want, England?" Norway replied, his breathing going back to normal. "I though Russia-"

"Oh, him?" he said cutting him off, "he went off to deal with Sweden" He takes out a stick that had a star on it, it looked like a small wand. He started to twirl it.

Norway then realizes that it's a trap. He thought Russia wanted to see him, in a one-to-one conversation, but England was the mastermind behind this "meeting". For some reason, he notices the area around him wasn't the dock anymore, but on the deck of England's ship.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" England asked, slowly walking towards the Norwegian man, "do you want to know my reason?"

"Not really"

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Because you're going to tell me anyway"

England sighs and twirls the wand again. A rope sitting nearby started to rise and wrap around Norway. He tried to get it off with his magic, but his magic wasn't able to beat England's. The rope tightens and Norway lays there like a hopeless fish that was caught by a fisherman.

"Just lay there and don't try anything" England said and started to walk away. "We'll be there soon"

Norway was struggling to his feet, then notices his feet were tied together as well. No point in trying, he might as well play along.
Almost an hour had past since they left the pier, England then stopped the boat in the middle of the sea.

"Alright!" he cried happily and looked at the helpless Norwegian, "we have arrived!"

The ropes on Norway dissolved and Norway stood slowly. "What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled as he look at his surroundings, "there is nothing but sea"

England smiled and opened a book he was carrying. "Well... I just didn't want anything or anyone noticing us have fun..."

Norway notices a magic circle around England, he was casting something. The next thing he knew, England pointed a finger at him and his finger shot out a lightning bolt. Norway jumps to the side and the shot misses.

"The reason why I brought you here is to prove that my magic is better than your!" England admitted and he felt great to let it out.

So this is what this plan of England's is all about. Who had the best and strongest magic? It was true though, they both argued along with Romania about who's magic was the strongest and best. Having a little magic war would probably prove something.

"You think your magic is better than mine...?" said Norway, about ready to fire a shot. He was getting excited in the inside about this clever idea of England's.

"Of course! But, let's have a little duel to find out!"

England shoots out another lighting bolt and Norway shoots fire from his hands. As the two elements make contact, it explodes with black smoke hanging in the air.

-World War III begins

-Russia and Sweden at war

-England and Norway at war

I'll try to update quicker! ;w;