Yeah, it didn't take me that long to upload, even having to share the computer. I think my family felt sorry for me as I was wondering round the house like a lost puppy and let me on the computer more.
just to say there is a bit of spy action, but not that much. It would have been too long otherwise.
just want to point out that if you see a * that's when my friend made a change and I missed it when deleting them all (although sometimes I delete a bit too much and take the end letter off)
Sorry about my grammar guys, I know there are mistakes and no matter how many times I look through it, there is always something I missed. ~If you see something pretend it's not there as it ruins the magic of the story~
that's it I think. I don't own hetalia
England didn't really explain what he meant by 'Double O Ninja', he just told the Prussian that he would explain later. The pair stayed in the tree for a while, not really talking about anything but just staring at the stars and the glowing lights dancing beneath them.
"Can't believe that the awesome me has been missing out seeing all this awesome stuff, I envy you a bit Birdie." The Prussian leant forward to gaze at the view below them. He could completely understand why the Brit next to him liked to hang around in gardens and sit in trees.
The angel hummed in agreement with a small smile on his face. Mumbling something under his breath, he then placed his hand on the tree trunk, a pale yellow glow spreading through his fingertips. The glow travelled down the tree and along the branch they were sitting on, causing the whole tree to glow, before it started to pool by the tree's roots. Spreading, the glow caused other trees to light up and before long all the trees in sight were glowing a soft yellow.
The Prussian's head snapped round to look at his friend only for the Englishman to place a finger on his own lips and then point to his ears. Prussia understood the 'shut up and listen' gesture and tried to listen to everything going on around him.
There was singing, Gilbert had no clue what was being sung as he didn't recognise the language, but there was singing. It was beautiful. The song sounded ancient yet it was full of life. The whole scene from the ghost's point of view was awesome, the amazing song and stunning image of the glowing trees was just magical.
The ghost looked over to his companion yet again, his eyes asking what was he actually witnessing. The angel grinned back, happy that he was actually able to show someone this. His mother had been the one who had shown him this (one of the only things he actually remembered about her after his memory was erased), she had also shown his brothers, but he had never had the opportunity to show anyone else who could 'see' this for the first time. (Scotland had shown North, the bastard.)
"The forest likes to sing during a full moon, especially if it's a harvest moon. I'm not a hundred percent as to what they are saying; I'm a bit rusty at speaking tree. They are praising the earth, the sun and the moon as well as water for bringing life from what I can make out.
"The other mythical creatures like to have a party at this particular time, they also have one at New Year. Actually for most of the holidays they have some sort of party, although the holidays have different meanings to them.
"I suppose yes, being able to 'see' does sometimes have its benefits… Duckie," the Englishman whispered as if he was telling the albino a secret. He looked like a happy child, the glow from the trees reflecting in his wide emerald eyes and lighting up his face, the grin only adding to the image. Prussia couldn't help but smile, especially at the 'Duckie' - the nickname was starting to grow on him, it was better than Teutonic Wanker anyway.
The Englishman smirked to himself as he watched his friend stare in awe at the forest. His crimson eyes were the widest Arthur had ever seen them and his pale skin seemed to glow like the trees surrounding them.
Both of them were content and were quite willing to just stay there and forget about the impending doom that was threatening the world, but of course they couldn't. Especially when Ireland started to shout out to them.
"Sasanna, stop lighting up the forest and get your arse down here. Everyone has stopped arguing so there's no need to keep hiding. We need you to perform the spell to make it easier for our souls to leave our body anyway."
Prussia peered down to see the Irish nation wondering through the forest. From what Prussia could make out from the Irish nation's body language, Ireland was trying to be irritated at England, but the state of the forest was making that hard for him.
"If we don't say anything, maybe he will go away," Gilbert whispered, grinning at the angel next to him, who simply rolled his eyes.
"Hearing the tree song does always soothe my brothers, but he will lose his patience soon enough. I don't particularly want to face my brother's wrath if I can avoid it. He's right anyway, although I highly doubt they've stopped arguing."
Sighing the angel stood up on the branch and opened his wings but not to their full extent as Prussia was in the way. The ghost pouted but begrudgingly got up and floated down to the ground, Arthur gliding down closely behind him, using his wings like a parachute.
"Ah, so you found each other then? Bhreatain Bheag (Wales) said that you went looking for Alice but thought that you might have got lost or attacked by a pixie. He didn't come and look for you though as he was too involved with his rugby."
"A pixie is no match for the awesome me, I found Birdie easily as I'm just that awesome. He glows in the dark."
"Birdie?"
"Yes, the git has decided to call me that from now on as I have wings and I was in a tree, and stop calling me Alice. Just because I am the slimmest doesn't make me a girl and you have girl hobbies as well, not just me. I was a fucking pirate for Pete's sake and a knight! Just because I have manners and don't see the need to parade my masculinity like a gorilla doesn't make me a woman!"
The Englishman went into a full rant as he stomped back to his house, completely red in the face and in need of a fight. So much so that he slipped into a cockney accent.
"Why did you call him Alice?" Prussia asked, hiding a grin in case England looked back at him. Ireland however saw no need to hide his, the ginger haired nation watched his brother charge back home, grinning evilly.
"Oh, they are all still fighting back at the house, and nothing shuts them up quicker than a cockney Sasanna. Of course we know he's not a girl (even though 'Duckie' is mainly used by women). He's got more muscles than Bhreatain Bheag and a few other nations, but you just don't notice because he's slim and how light he is - that's got something to do with the angel *thing," the* Irish nation replied with a fond smile as he watched his brother. The blonde was currently ranting about needing something bigger than a rose to cover his private parts. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, he should really have more of a reaction to the way this family worked but he had given up trying to figure them out, no one could anyway.
"Aye, it is fun to wind him up. You know how Sasanna survived the Blitz?"
Prussia winced when that word was mentioned, Ireland chose to ignore the reaction and waited for an answer.
"Nien, but I suspect that the angel thing had something to do with it?" the Prussian mumbled, purposely not looking at the Irish or English nation.
"Yeah, it probably did, but Alban just kept calling him a girl. As you saw, it gets him angry really quickly, bit of a touchy subject for him. He apparently went into his cockney mode (which slips into punk/pirate mode) and picked a fight with anything that moved, and stayed that way throughout the whole thing. He was a nightmare to deal with, but it got him through it.
"So there you go, if you are ever in a tight spot and you are with Sasanna, call him a girl then point him in the direction of your enemy. If he starts slipping a scouse accent as well and keeps switching between the two, run for your life. Only two things will stop him when he is in that state: if a child is present; if he is extremely tired and passes out or if you knock him out."
"That's three reasons, and the awesome me has called him girly before?"
"Was America there?"
"Ja?"
"Well there you go, when a child is present Sasanna will refrain from going on a murderous rampage."
"I might have said it a few times."
"Oh, maybe he just acts like it with us, or was just tired." The Irish nation looked thoughtful, while Prussia just waited for the ginger to snap out of it, it didn't take very long as a look of mild irritation came onto his face.
Realising that he was meant to be heading back to the house as well as England, Ireland huffed and carried on down the footpath made by England over the years, muttering something about trees distracting him. Prussia followed the Irish nation grinning to himself, it seemed that the British Isles brothers liked to rant to themselves.
How Prussia would describe the scene currently playing out in front of him was chaotic. It looked like a twister had torn through the house, including those that were currently occupying it. Each nation had rumpled or torn clothes, several bruises and a few cuts.
Apparently England had already dealt with Scotland, North and Wales, as they were nursing lumps on their heads (North's was nearly non-existent). Portugal seemed to have nothing to do with anything that had happened as he had just entered the room, an eyebrow raised.
Australia and New Zealand were covered in food, having got into a food fight in the kitchen due to New Zealand being fed up of being fussed over. They were both sitting in separate corners on the room.
Hong Kong had set off a few fireworks inside the house and was the cause of the many burn marks scarring the walls. The usually emotionless boy looked mildly worried and scared of his 'Dad's reaction, but had simply been sent to sit on the stairs.
In the centre of the hallway was a very angry England. The angel's shoulders were shaking, his fingers twitching. There were shadows moving around his feet and Prussia was sure that wasn't normal; it also looked like his wings were growing darker.
"Calm down Arthur, you need to get ready to go to America. Don't worry about the mess, we will clean it up won't we Minty?"
"Of course Sunbeam, it will look like nothing happened."
The two magical creatures attempted to calm down the angel, but were having little effect. Ireland swore under his breath, maybe having England in kill mode before he got to the house was a bad idea after all. He knew that it was only because the younger nations were present that England hadn't snapped.
"Where's the frog?" the angel growled, and it was safe to say that everyone present pitied the Frenchman when he appeared.
On cue the Frenchman walked into the room and, apparently not seeing the mood the Englishman was in, felt the need to comment on the state of the room.
"Ah, Angleterre j'aime what you've done to the place. It's so very you."
"I would shove my foot up your arse Francis, but something tells me that you would quite enjoy that." The English nation's voice was like liquid nitrogen, it was then that France noticed what kind of mood England was in.
"Mon ami, you look like you could do with some tea. I will go and make you some." The Frenchman went to turn and run when he came to a halt.
"Subsist!" Arthur barked, shocking his brothers -they hadn't expected him to use a spell on Francis.
Shit, Arthur was dangerously close to snapping. Maybe teasing and destroying a nation's home who was incredibly stressed was not a good idea after all.
"Birdie?" Gilbert slowly approached the angered blonde. The nation tilted his head to the side to see the ghost and shook his head.
"I'm not going to kill anyone," he replied a tad calmer than earlier, but not by much. Taking a few deep breaths, England looked back towards the others, his mouth set in a tight line.
"We have things that need doing so thank your lucky starts that I haven't murdered any of you. You are all going to help me is some way or other. Alistair, I assume you have figured out who is going where," the Englishman announced through gritted teeth, it was clear that he was trying to calm himself down.
"Aye laddie, I'm coming with ye and-"
"Duckie."
"Er. Ye and Duckie? To America's house, ye'll need some help until ye are feeling a wee bit better. Connor will be going with Dylan to deal with Brazil as the lad ain't that keen on Alfred."
"Git."
"We will be meetin' Mattie there, he'll be guarding the both of us. Connor texted him the details earlier, but the lad wants ta know more once we get there."
"Joao-"
"I'll be watching meu irmão and any other countries in Europe as well as Francis. We will be guarding you when you come back to the continent."
"Yep, and me and Kiwi will be going with Uncle Pat, Dylan and Connor."
"And we will split up and help you when you go to Africa as there is no one possessed in our continent."
"I will be, like, keeping track of everything here. Keep you, like, updated with everything and will organise the groups if changes, like, need to be made. I am also, like, coming with you to Asia, teacher is keeping an eye on, like, everyone."
"We discussed this all on the way here Artie, we just need you to do the spell to help us leave our bodies." Connor was careful not to swear, even though Arthur was calming down, it was best to play safe.
"I can talk for myself ye ken!"
"Who said you boys could talk?" England sent a glare at the boys, but it was much less intense than earlier.
"I still find this all hard to believe mon cher. You can leave your own body? That cannot be healthy for you," France contributed with his arms crossed and head tilted to the side, concern lacing his voice.
"Nah, it's safe, it just makes you a target for being possessed as you're basically an empty shell. Sasanna can do it best because of…."
"Don't worry mon ami, I get it. So we're stopping the ghosts from taking over your bodies non. How exactly are we meant to do that? Our dear Écosse didn't explain that to us."
"Why can Arthur leave his body the easiest?" Prussia thought aloud, only to be heard by Wales, who had walked over at some point still rubbing his head. He gave the ghost a pat on the shoulder, which Portugal didn't fail to notice - he wanted to meet this ghost that had been helping his friend.
"Alba showed you the memory right, about Mam? Well, Brawd sort of drifted to the other side, so he is able to leave his body. He is actually slightly detached from the world," Dylan replied barely above a whisper, but Gilbert heard and chose to not say anything else about it, instead deciding to listen to what Arthur was saying.
"We will cast a simple spell that allows you to temporarily see any mythical creatures that enter the perimeter and interact with them. We will give you enchanted items that can actually inflict damage on any ghost that crosses the perimeter. The circle will roughly be fourteen feet in diameter and lasts for about two hours.
"Minty informed me earlier that some ghosts may be coming to help you, we will point out the friendly ones when the time comes." Arthur was talking to the others as if they were simple headed soldiers that didn't really see the point in being there. (Like Germany talking to the Italian army.)
He glanced at Prussia and sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "The ghost that has been assisting me so far, I'll refer to him as Duckie for the moment, will be joining me in fighting the ghosts already inside the other nation's bodies. I will point him out before I 'dive', so you don't have to panic when you see him jump in after me."
Australia giggled to himself, knowing that Duckie was usually a term of endearment but could also mean other things, the Aussie wondered if England's friend was aware of this. Knowing England, the Briton probably hadn't thought of this yet, but when it does dawn on him, he will laugh his head off or become extremely embarrassed.
New Zealand seemed to notice his brother's distraction and smacked the Australian round the head, telling him to listen. Hong Kong rolled his eyes from his place on the stairs, wondering when his 'dad' was going to notice that they had moved. It turns out that England already knew, but just didn't care at the moment.
"Wankers that I am unfortunately related to by blood, stay here while I do the spell. The rest of you, bugger off and do something productive while we get ready to leave." England commanded.
The others reacted immediately. Those not needed fled the room at record speed, whilst the brothers begrudgingly stepped closer. Prussia also decided to stay as he quite enjoyed seeing magic now; he needed Birdie to teach him some if he ever became a nation again.
It turned out that the spell didn't take too much time to cast and wasn't particularly complicated, although Northern Ireland begged to differ, when the Prussian said so. Apparently it was due to Arthur's angel form that he was able to perform the spell with ease, and that if Connor had tried to do it, he probably would have had to sit down for a while.
The teen explained with what Prussia would call admiration and respect when he spoke about his brother. He thought it was kind of cute, and it was then that Prussia could tell that North was just a kid. That was until Patrick said a side comment as he walked past and the teen dashed after the other Irish nation swearing as if it was going out of fashion.
It took a while for the Prussian to realise that the Englishman was leading them all to a place in the house he hadn't explored yet. Curiosity getting the better of him, the ghost glided up to the front to where England was. He was just about to ask where they were going when the English nation stopped.
The blonde pressed his thumb against a knot in the wooden skirting that lined the corridor. The wood flashed and a panel slid away revealing a silver tray. England pulled a strand of hair from his head and placed it on the tray. The silver plate disappeared back into the wall and a small crystal orb slid out a new hole just about hand level with the Brit. The angel then placed his hand on the orb, a strange glittering green smoke left the Englishman's fingertips and entered the crystal, Prussia assumed it was magic. The orb then dropped to the floor and smashed, releasing the green smoke which, instead of spreading, stayed only by the wall. When the smoke cleared, a door was revealed*.
"Ye could just lock the door lad, no need ta waste everyone's time with ye showing off." Scotland rolled his eyes and opened the door of the room, walking past his brother. The English nation merely frowned, resisting the urge to get into a fight, he needed to get to America as quickly as possible so he could get on with the rest of the world.
"Oh shut it. Get the stuff you need and get out. I swear if any of you damage my equipment I will make the rest of your lives very unpleasant," the angel warned as he walked in to the room after his brothers, Prussia close behind.
"Mien Gott, It's a techno nerd's wet dream!"
"Pffftttt!" North sniggered as he picked up a few gadgets off the table in the centre of the room.
All along the wall were various different guns, all of them having a different purpose. There was a huge computer screen on the wall opposite the door, filled with information. Tonnes of gadgets littered the shelves that lined the other walls, all of which Prussia was dying to find out what they did. On the wall closest to the door were several black one piece suits, one of which England was currently putting on.
The ghost stood with his mouth hanging open staring in total awe at the spy items the Englishman had in his house. He couldn't understand how the brothers were acting as if this was completely normal.
Seeing the state of his friend, England chuckled as he zipped up his suit - his wings poking out the slits in the back, and handed the ghost an ear plug.
"I told you, Double O Ninja. Now put the earpiece in so we can stay in contact as we break into America's house. It will turn invisible when you put it on, so don't worry about anyone seeing a floating ear plug." The Englishman smirked as he clipped various gadgets onto his suit. There was a reason why he was one of the best at espionage after all. (If America knew, he would probably have a heart attack.)
Once everyone had suited up, England told Hong Kong that he was linked to all of the earpieces, so would be able to contact everyone. They could all communicate with each other if there were in the same country, but wouldn't be able to if they were in a different one. However, all of them were able to communicate with base, i.e. Hong Kong.
Leon saw everyone out the house and promised that he wouldn't set it on fire. Once he'd given his version good luck to everyone, telling them not to die, and they had all gone, he went to the spy room, which England had left it open for him, and to the huge computer screen. He kept a small square open at the bottom of the screen so he could see what was going on around the world. He then opened the link England had told him about earlier which showed everyone's stats, and arranged them around the edges of the screen. Lastly he opened Tumblr and made a few posts.
Wales had arranged beforehand for the brothers to have two private planes between them, he did forward the charges to England though. Wales had also asked Dewi to stay with their plane for when they split into groups, so they'd still had a way to get everywhere rather than just teleporting.
Ireland was currently flying one plane, containing the two Oceanic brothers, Wales and Northern Ireland, who were all trying to kill time sitting in the back. Scotland was flying the other plane, with England was currently sleeping as both Prussia and Scotland had told (forced) him to. Prussia watched the Englishman as he tossed and turned in his sleep, silently screaming. Maybe making him sleep was a bad idea.
Seeking help, Prussia went into the cockpit to ask what he should do. The Scotsman stared at the ghost for a few seconds, before looking over his shoulder and through the open door of the cockpit. From where Alistair was sitting he could just see Arthur's troubled face.
The red head sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before turning to the ghost again. "Wake the lad up, he's working himself inta more of a state in his sleep. There's nothin' ta distract wee bunny when he's dreaming. He's probably worried about the state that Yank will be in when we find 'im, and the fact that another world war could break out. If ye have ta, kick 'im out the plane, flying usually calms 'im down."
The ghost frowned picking up on the not so subtle dislike when the Scotsman spoke about the American. "The awesome me is sensing that you don't really like America?"
Prussia watched as Scotland's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the joystick. Prussia didn't need to be good at reading people - which he is - to know that he was right. He thought about just leaving the room and going to wake up England then as he could practically feel the heat radiating off Scotland.
"Aye, we are all not that keen on the lad since the revolution. It broke Arthur. Did ye know that his king at the time was insane? Which of course caused Albion ta be a wee bit as well. Made the split even harder for the wee bunny.
"The Yank was the first ta break away and ye know that when a territory breaks away from its motherland, how painful it is, and ta break away so violently... So add that pain on top on being a wee bit mentally unstable and ye have a full breakdown.
"Albion tried ta hide it from his other colonies, some figured it out. We can never thank Matthew enough for sticking around, I mean the lad found Arthur on the battlefield, in the rain, sobbing. On top of that, Albion was an angel at the time, yet Mattie didn't freak out. He just guided Albion out of the rain and made him tea.
"The lad gained his independency by simply asking, knowing that it would be less painful for Arthur. He also fought with him in many wars and still sticks around with my wee brother as part of the Commonwealth.
"The Yank has no idea about the pain he caused Arthur though. We do like the lad, he's alright but the past sort of clouds our judgement of him. Connor refused ta go with Arthur to save the Yank as he's still bit sore.
"The lad loves his big brother, can't understand why the Yank wanted to leave. I understand, I just don't like what it did ta my wee brother." Alistair seemed to calm down as he explained to Gilbert, but he had been rather loud at the start, causing the angel to wake up. Said angel was standing in the doorway.
"It's a bit too loud in here from my liking; I'm going to go outside for a bit of fresh air." The sound of the English accent caused the heads of the pair in the cockpit to snap round to the see the angel walk away and open the door of the plane.
Wind invaded the plane and roared at the angel, who just blinked at the gust that blew against his body. The blonde fished out a pair of goggles and placed them over his eyes, before he jumped out of the plane.
Gilbert stared out of the cockpit window, to see where the blonde had gone, only for the angel to swoop up past, a smile on his face, looking more at ease.
"Close the door will ye?"
"Ja."
England had actually flown the rest of the way to America's house, and Prussia had decided to join the angel at some point to kill his boredom. Scotland had had to use a spell to make the plane invisible by radar as he flew into American airspace. He had chosen to land the plane in a field a couple of miles away from America's house.
The brothers crouched outside the border of America's home, behind a tree, whilst Prussia just stood in plain sight as no humans could see him. Both brothers exchanged looks before they turned to their gadgets, Alastair putting on his pair of goggles as Arthur turned the infrared on. They both scanned the house in front of them and counted the number of 'hostiles' present in the building, both of them counted 24.
"Remember Alistair, they are his people and are only doing their job to protect their nation, so don't kill them. I'll keep in contact with you while I attempt to get through the front, you can go through the back. The map of the building is on your watch, and please refrain from using your gun," Arthur instructed, his worries starting to come back after his flying session.
"Aye sir." Alistair saluted his brother with a roll of his eyes. The older Briton then silently moved from out of the cover of the tree and sneaked to the West, to the back of the house. England watched his brother disappear round the corner before he too started to move in the opposite direction, Prussia following casually behind.
The ghost couldn't actually do much as, although he could interact with objects, England had made it difficult for ghosts to enter America's house a while ago to protect his former charge. The ghost could touch things but he had to stay close to the blonde, which meant that he couldn't really help the Briton much unless it was something that was close to England. Arthur was glad that he had put this in place for America, but it was such an inconvenience now.
"So Albion, I was wondering, I'm not allowed ta kill his people, but whot about breaking their legs?"
Prussia jumped a bit when Scotland's voice started to come through his earpiece, not really expecting the Scottish nation to use it so soon. The ghost looked down to the blonde who was crouched by the window, so far they hadn't been spotted.
England huffed and pulled out a thin piece of metal from his belt before starting to fiddle with the lock. Hardly any time had passed when there was a click and the lock opened, the Englishman then took out another small item from his belt and placed it on top of the lock. A little red light flicked on the small device and England started to heave himself through the window, but held onto the frame and scrutinised the floor. He did all this while talking to his brother.
"Oh for God's sakes Alistair, I know from that tone in your voice that you have already gone and done just that. No breaking bones. Just disable them for the time being, just until we can fix Alfred and go before anyone knows we were here. Imagine what would happen if the country found out that we broke into America's house while they have cut off all ties with us. They'll think of it as an act of war."
"Awh, when you put it that way.. Fine, I'll fix the bastard's leg."
"The floor has sensors in it Alistair."
"Aye, judging from this bassa (bastard) they have somethin' in their boots that stop it going off for 'em. Oh, would ye look at that, they are my size."
England rolled his eyes again and slipped on a pair of gloves that had little bumps on the palm and fingers. He clicked something on the wrist which caused a green light to flash on, the Brit did the same to his ankles and knees, little bumps appearing on each part.
Holding on to the edge of the window frame with one hand, England carefully stood up and placed his other hand onto the wall. He then did the same thing with his foot, which stayed there when he let go of the window frame, half of him sticking onto the wall. The English nation then placed his other hand on and started to crawl up the wall and onto the celling.
Prussia watched the Briton crawl along the ceiling, reminding him a bit of Spider-Man. The ghost was going to offer to just carry the blonde, but just left him to it when he saw that the Briton had it under control.
This was probably a good thing as just a moment later a guard walked around the corner and started walking down the corridor. Due to England being on the ceiling, the guard didn't notice him, but Prussia had a feeling that the guard may have noticed a floating Englishman held by an invisible ghost.
Crimson eyes watched the Englishman smirk as he tapped the buckle of his belt. A wire of some sort attached to the ceiling from the buckle and slowly started to lower the Englishman down. Dropping a foot, the wire halted and rotated around the belt so that the Englishman's stomach, rather than his back, was facing the ground.
The spy brought out a handkerchief from one on the pockets on his figure hugging suit and, silently, placed it over the guard's nose and mouth from behind. The blonde caught the guard under the arms as his body went limp and slowly lowered the man to the floor by aide of his wire, looking a bit like a spider descending from its web.
Prussia looked over the guard with his hands on his hips, then looked back to the suspended English nation, who was studying the man's boots with a frown. Prussia decided that it was probably best to not say that he'd had the James Bond theme tune in his head while watching England just then.
"They are a bit big, but they will have to do for now." The nation then set to work putting on the guard's boots, before placing the man in the nearest closet.
"Albion, ye are never going to find someone with tiny feet like you."
"I'm only two sizes smaller than you, it's not my fault you have freakishly large feet."
"Freakishly large eh, then how come I'm the one that found some boots in my size?"
"You just got lucky and I just so happen to be unlucky, which would give you an extra boost in luck in finding something that fits your big feet."
"Not as lucky as Pat though, he shits four leaf clovers and horse shoes for lunch. Ye ugly face breaks mirrors on a daily basis, of course ye are unlucky. That reminds me, I'm thinking of redecorating my living room, have a mirror in it ta make it seem bigger."
"Oh you are quite the comedic genius, I bet you thought that one up ages ago and have been just dying to use it on someone. How big a mirror are you thinking of? You don't really want one that's too big, it also depends on where you place it in the room."
"Ye saw right through me bunny, I have ta think of insults before I speak ta ye, as no one can be as witty as ye. Not that big and I was going ta place it above the fireplace."
"Ah that would be a rather nice place to put it actually, are you re-doing your walls as well?"
"Aye, needs ta be a bright colour, not sure what though at the moment."
"Well you want a colour that complements the colour of the furniture in your room."
Prussia watched speechlessly as the brothers calmly discussed how they could redo Scotland's living room while they were otherwise soundlessly walking around America's house, taking out guards on the way. They appeared to not be taking this seriously at all, but Prussia had been round the brothers long enough now to understand that they were both just trying to not think about facing the American.
The brothers had just agreed on a colour for the walls and started discussing the curtains when England froze and scanned the room. Prussia tensed immediately and placed his hand on an ornament close by, a bust of one of America's presidents.
"Ah bollocks."
"Whot, the curtains?"
"No, hold on a second will you?" England jumped to the side just in time for a grey blob to fall from the sky where the angel had just been standing. The blob took no time to hesitate before it dived at the blonde nation with some sort of weapon. The Brit blocked and continued to counter his attacker's strikes as he tried to communicate with it. All the while Prussia watched with a puzzled expression.
"Bloody hell you idiotic thing, I'm here to help Alfred."
"Fucking Limey, go home Limey bastard, bubu."
"Tony! Would you shut up?! I don't need the whole household knowing I'm here."
"Fucking Limey, I don't care if they find you and kill you. You fucking Limey did something to Alfred and made him fucking weird, bubu."
"No, I'm here to help him. Tony you have to listen to me for once, Alfred is possessed by a ghost and I need to get it out of him."
"Yeah right, as if I would fucking believe that, bubu."
"What annoying Scheiße," Prussia whispered from the background, watching as the Englishman tried to keep the alien away from him, but not hurt the thing. Even though Tony was small, he was quick and proving to be a pretty annoying opponent.
When the ghost spoke though the alien halted in his tracks and looked at the Prussian, with what looked like a questioning gaze but it was rather hard to tell. The alien looked to the ghost, then to England and lowered its weapon.
The alien then pointed to the ghost looking somewhat thoughtful. "He died, bubu."
"Ja, and the awesome me is now an awesome ghost, who is helping Birdie save the other nations who are all possessed. Now help out Arthur." Prussia frowned at the grey creature and gave him a challenging look.
Tony watched the ghost carefully as he spoke and then back to England who's face he studied for a moment to check he wasn't joking. Retrieving his phone (from somewhere), he then did a quick search on the internet, and found that the English nation was telling the truth. Looking up to the Englishman, he then studied the blonde's overall appearance. The alien noticed the wings but decided to just search that later, the nation looked stressed.
Deciding that the best way to help his friend was to help the limey, Tony pressed a few buttons on his phone which made a strange screeching noise that travelled throughout the house, then put the device away.
"Ok limey bastard, I have knocked everyone out in this house except your fucking brother and the other one that looks like Alfred. It will last a couple of hours, bubu. I'm watching what you are doing though you fucking Limey, I'm not leaving you alone with Alfred, bubu."
England let out a sigh of relief as he headed to America's room. Knowing that they didn't need to knock the American out now to 'dive in' and get the ghost out was a huge relief. He was also pleased with himself for having gained an 'awareness' for tony, the bloody alien couldn't jump out on him anymore.
"Thank you Tony. You haven't happened to see Alex have you, he was meant to be keeping an eye on Alfred for me?"
The alien shrugged and said something about the unicorn leaving the house with America and when America had returned he'd seemed different. But he had seen the unicorn outside every now and then, but didn't care to find out what it was doing as he didn't like the unicorn.
England quickly told Scotland what had happened and told him to head to America's room as quickly as he could. It was only when England was outside America's door that he suddenly caught onto what Tony had said earlier.
"The one that looks like Alfred? Is Matthew already here?"
Tony looked up to the blonde nation, stopping his conversation with Prussia and nodded. Arthur was just about to ask how he had got there when the door opened with Matthew standing in the doorway.
"I was allowed to come in, America's boss mistook me for him. I have been staying in Alfred's house for a while to keep an eye on him. Uncle Alistair is already inside, should we get started then eh?"
Yay, we have Tony. He hasn't made an appearance in any of my other stories, I'm sorry Tony, although you were mentioned in an author note before.
"not fucking good enough, stupid limey bubu"
How rude, you're in it now, and you are going to help Canada guard England and Scotland whether you like it or not.
Anyway I had to have a bit of bonding time for Prussia and England as it is going to be non stop for a while for them. Also I don't think Prussia has seen enough magic.
Hong Kong is sort of taking on the role of Q at the moment from James Bond. He will buzz in every now and then.
I hope you have all learnt something as well, don't call England girly, or he will go into pirate mode. I do like the idea though of the brothers calling him it and pointing England at a target before running like the wind away from their brother.
any way see you next time and review and stuff if you want to, also did any of you spot the Monty python holy grail reference?