Coats Island knocked at England's door.
"Hey, let me in! What's wrong? Hey…"
The door opened by itself and she walked in. She'd been called by a sobbing England and raced over. As she walked into the living room she spotted him and clapped a hand over her mouth.
England had apparently been mucking about with magic again, but he probably hadn't meant to turn himself into an adorable fox cub with big green eyes and the very recognizable eyebrows. She scooped him up in a hug and he growled a little.
"Excuse me, but would you please put me down? I am not a cuddly toy!"
She gently placed him on the sofa, trying not to squeal. He was simply too cute, acting like a stuffy old aristocrat but with a baby fox's body. She picked up the phone and dialled a number.
"Hello? Norway?"
The person on the other end of the phone didn't answer – so typical of Norway - and she continued.
"It's a magical emergency! You need to get over here if you can, we need your help! By we, I mean me and England –"
"England and I!" the fox cub hissed loudly. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, England and I, so can you make your way over here a.s.a.p?"
"It's Iceland," the other person said. She frowned.
"What about him?" she asked in some confusion. A sigh came from the other end of the line.
"I'm Iceland. Not Norway."
She screeched, and England yowled in protest. She pulled an apologetic face at him and gritted her teeth.
"What are you doing with your brother's phone, hothead?"
"Don't call me that! He's in the living room. I'll go get him if you'll shut up!"
She stayed quiet and heard the faint rustling sounds of Iceland's footsteps as he did what he'd promised to do. Norway's voice muttered something and then he was on the phone.
"What is the magical emergency?" he asked her. Coats Island sighed.
"It really does need to be seen to be believed, Norge. I can stay with England until you get here, but I can't perform magic or undo this spell. I'd call Romania, but to be frank he doesn't really do sensible."
A dry chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Alright. I'll be there as quickly as I can."
Honestly, this situation was fine with her. Canada had been alternatively telling her off and trying to find out who Sweden thought she liked. She hated avoiding him, but it was the only thing she could do for now. She'd been looking after her reindeer for a few days before she had received England's hysterical call.
And Sweden? He had invited her to tea three times, but each time Iceland had also been invited and she'd left early on with the maple flavoured tea going cold, having been left out by Sweden in hope of her return, or so Ladonia had told her.
This was a welcome break from the pressure. She padded into the kitchen, boiling up the kettle to brew some tea.
"Thank you, Coats Island. I couldn't have called Norway myself," muttered England, and she nodded. It was his pride, of course; he thought Norway would laugh at him.
"How did you manage that?" she asked him when the kettle had boiled, setting a bowl of tea in front of him. He shrugged unhappily and she sat down next to him. Norway would be here in a little bit to help, anyway.