"We are awesome, Big Brother."

"I don't think it was that awesome to cover him in custard…" Canada shook with nerves as Coats Island sprang around the room happily.

"We are like evil magicians! We can eat Pop Tarts whenever we want to! No one can stop the Invisible Awesome Duo!"

She tripped over a chair and fell over a bucket of water.

"Hey, Coats Island, are you okay?"

"No. No, I feel kind of sick?"

She then proceeded to shake a little.

"Holy… I think that might be one of England's potions, Big Brother." She backed away really quickly and Canada watched her with concern.

"I'm sure England wouldn't be so silly as to leave a bucket full of potion here!"

Coats Island suddenly let out a muffled squeak. "I'm not sure about that!"

"Huh?"

She stared at him in panic… and disappeared.

"Coats Island!" Canada looked around, but no one was there.

"I'm sure I left it here…" England was looking for his potion. It needed constant supervision, but he'd forgotten it.

He sucked in a breath when he saw the bucket overturned, and heard someone crying.

"Hello?"

"England, you jerk!" A flurry of wings sounded and a little creature wearing a maid's uniform appeared, tiny butterfly wings buzzing in anger. She was tiny, and pretty, but looked like America in a way.

"Your stupid potion turned me into a fairy! And Canada can't see me anymore!"

England gaped a little before holding out a finger for her to sit on. "Who are you?"

She began to cry. "Coats Island. I'm Canadian territory, Canada's little sister. And he didn't know about me for a while, and then I tripped over that cursed chair, and the potion was right by it, and, and nobody but you can see me!"

He felt a little pang of remorse. Poor little thing.

"And I feel all weird with these stupid wings. And I keep seeing these weird things outside!"

England patted her head with one finger. "Let's get you back to my house. I think I can reverse it in a couple of days."

Little indigo eyes in miniature rose to meet his. "You'd do that?"

He nodded, and sat her in his waistcoat pocket, praying that Canada wouldn't come after him to find out what he had done.