Hey, hey, hung-over but sh I had a decent excuse; it was Arthur's day yesterday! And today is the centenary of the signing of the Ulster Covenant!

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Three: The Disguise Pen Series: Part Three

"Oh my God, oh my god, OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Northern Ireland screeched, "Transform me back, transform me back!"

Neither England nor France could do anything. They were staring at Northern Ireland like she was some crazed animal at the zoo.

"France! Hello? AIDE MOI!" Northern Ireland yelled and France blinked a few times, still looking at his girlfriend and muttered,

"C'est incroyable! Si ce stylo fonctionne cela voudrait dire que l'Angleterre est l'objet de l'Amérique du désir!" [This is amazing! If this pen works it would mean that England is America's object of desire!]

Northern Ireland, having calmed down a bit but still a tad freaked out, nodded her head at France. Having been with France for a number of decades now, she spoke fluent French.

"Je sais! Mais vous pourriez penser, à cause de la façon dont l'Amérique agit vers l'Angleterre, il le déteste. Je ne comprends pas cela du tout! Oh Dieu, que si l'Amérique découvre que nous savons? Plus précisément, quelle est la pensée en Angleterre?" [I know! But you might think, because of the way America acts towards England, he hates him. I don't understand this at all! Oh God, that if America discovers what we know? What's more, what does England think?'

England snapped out of his frozen state when he realised both nations were staring at him.

"So? What do you think bro?"

England stared at Northern Ireland for a moment and then growled.

"That bastard, Wales! He's obviously messed with this thing!" He grabbed the pen from Northern Ireland while France rolled his eyes.

"Don't be stupid Angleterre. The pen worked for everything else. And of course it wouldn't work on you and change you into America's object of desire if you are America's object of desire." He muttered, winking at his friend.

England faltered and his expression became unreadable.

"Don't be preposterous France, why would America ever li-"

"Hey guys! What's up?"

England's blood ran cold as America sauntered into the kitchen with a broad smile on his face. When he saw the two England's and France, he promptly slapped his face and then looked again.

"Um, what the hell is going on?"

Northern Ireland gave England and France a mischievous smirk before turning to America. Putting on the best English accent she could, she drawled, "Yes, hello America. Aren't you going to say hello to France and Scotland?"

England gave a squawk of indignation, "I am not Scot-"

France threw a hand over England mouth and Northern Ireland grinned nervously at America. America looked worriedly at France and England.

"Um hey France. Uh, are you sure that's Scotland? He looks very like you England!"

"Hahahaa! How silly America!" Northern Ireland chuckled, 'He's my brother so of course he looks like me; you know all we Kirkland's look near enough the same. Except that totally babed-out, awesome and completely hilarious sister of mine.' Northern Ireland heard a muffled growl behind her and began eyeing up the man opposite her.

"Why do you care anyway? Are you obsessed with me or something?"

America raised his eyebrows at Northern Ireland and snorted.

"Are you drunk?"

"Nope. I'm completely serious. You like me America. I know you do. Just admit it! You want to hug me and kiss me and push me up against a wall and-"

At that moment, England broke free from France's grasp and shoving the pen into Northern Ireland's hand, he exclaimed, "Disguise Pen! Turn Emily back into her normal form!" Please work! Please work! Please work!

The smoke that surrounded the kitchen cleared once more and Northern Ireland appeared where the 'other' England was, looking sulkily at her brother.

"Not cool England. Just when I was going to get him to admit it!" She whined and England gave her his best disapproving glare.

"I'm sorry dudes. I'm like, totally confused. Why was Northern Ireland England a few seconds ago and asking me if loved her?"

England opened his mouth to speak but Northern Ireland got in before him.

"It's a disguise pen that changes you into anything you want to be. England wanted to get back at you for being an asshole to him so he asked it to change him into your object of desire and then reject you when you like fell in love with him or something."

Northern Ireland could practically hear the steam shooting out of England's ears.

"Now just hold on one second Northern-"

"But when he tried it, it didn't change him into anything so we tried it on me and I was turned into my brother. It was then we realised England couldn't change into your object of desire because he already is anyway."

She grinned at America while he had suddenly become quite pale, "So, really, you may as well ask him out now and get it over and done with. It's funny; you acting like you hate him just so he wouldn't find out. America, you should know that keeping secrets of the Kirkland's is an extremely hard thing to do."

Silence filled the room. Green eyes locked on blue. England titled his head to one side in confusion.

"America?"

And that was all it took. Striding past Northern Ireland, America grabbed the Brit by the shirt and crashed his lips down on England's.

Both France and Northern Ireland smirked and quietly tip-toed out into the hallway.

"Aw, I love happy endings!" Northern Ireland smiled while her boyfriend rolled his eyes.

"This has been the strangest day ever. I don't know why I put up you all."

Northern Ireland turned to France, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Well here's one reason why you put up with me; wanna go and start kissing on England's bed so that when he comes stumbling into his room with America in a few minutes, he'll go ballistic?"

France laughed and immediately grabbed his girlfriend's hand, pulling her towards the stairs.

"You read my mind ma Cheri."

Hope you liked that mini-fic! Cheers everyone, LucyMoon1992 x