"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Despite his accusation Romania was grinning madly, mostly in amusement at England's futile struggle to loosen his hug.
"As much as it pains me, I am afraid I have to agree with him. Now let go of me, git!"
Romania only laughed and tightened his grip. Norway ignored his friends antics and continued reading.
"Sooo~, why do you want to do this?"
"It works."
"Are you saying our spells doesn't work? Because last time I checked, they do."
"You mean the time when you summoned Russia instead of the 'Ultimate Evil'?"
"I'm not sure whether that is a valid point or not, but it is a fact that many of the spells we have cast has had unsatisfactory results," he looked up from his book and pointed to a bag on the floor. "I brought all that we need."
"Ugh, fine" England suddenly decided and stood up, forcing Romania to let go.
"I can't believe I am doing this," Romania groaned and began searching the bag Norway brought. "Is there any red in here?"
"Probably."
"Found it!" Romania yelled triumphantly and left for the bathroom, long red fabric trailing after him. Norway crouched down by the bag and pulled out a long blue piece, before looking at England.
"Green," the other replied and snatched the material when it was handed to him.
Some time later, in England's basement
"This is so stupid, I can't believe I'm doing this," England grumbled as he thundered down the last few steps, almost stumbling in the floor-length dress. "How can anyone move in this?"
Romania followed closely behind him, his borrowed blood-red dress billowed around him as he skipped over to the strange pentagon on the floor.
"Say, Norway? Why do you even have these?" he asked, throwing his arms out dramatically to indicate the dresses.
"None of your business," the Scandinavian bit and turned his back on them.
"Fine then, but you're sure this works?"
"It does."
"And how would you know."
"Experience."
"Okay… Anyways, let's get on with this, shall we?" Romania sang, flitting around in the cellar, his shadow dancing over the walls like a deformed monster.
"I do hope the door is securely locked," England muttered as he took his place in the circle.
Later that night/early next morning
"So tireeeeed," Romania yawned. The three of them stood at England's door, about to part ways and get back to their homes.
"Til next time then," England said, and they parted with an unspoken promise.
"What happens in Magic Club, stays in Magic Club." There was no way the would let this get out.
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No translations today today, so I'll jump straight to:
Cultural/historical notes:
The Old Norse (Vikings) believed that being a woman or dressing in woman's clothing would strengthen your magic. It might have been because the goddess of magic, Frigg (alternately spelt Frigga), also was the goddess of marriage, love and fate. It could have been because Odin, the god of magic, fate, wisdom, poetry, death etc. and husband of Frigg, was a notorious womaniser and had children with three or four other women (not that Frigg was any better, she slept with both of his brothers when he was out travelling).
This would explain the pictures I've seen of Norway dressed in a purple dress. There is an actual legitimate historically correct reason for why Norway would cross-dress.
Author's notes:
School has started, I'm behind in all subjects but English and my Maths teacher wants to put me down a level. Other than that I have no idea what to write for the next chapter, so a bit help would be appreciated.
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