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azureether) wrote2009-12-21 03:46 am
azureether) wrote2009-12-21 03:46 am
[Axis Powers Hetalia] Love me for Who I Am (America/England) [1/5]
Title: Love me for Who I Am (01/05) // [FF.net link]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Angst
Rating: PG
Characters, Pairings: America/England, (on this chapter) Finland, Sweden, Sealand
Summary: Prompt: Thanks to one of England's spells, America becomes the kind of person England always said he wanted him to be. Eventually, however, England realizes that he prefers the old America to this one and searches for a way to turn him back.
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usxuk Secret Santa Exchange. Special thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
haro for her wonderful betaing (I can't be thankful enough, specially since I know how busy you currently are), and to sillyputtie and tanya_tsuki for their invaluable help and support ♥
"Okay, let's check everything again," said England while adjusting America’s tie for the umpteenth time. "Regarding food...?"
"...I have to eat one piece at a time. I can’t pick at food with my fingers, except for actual finger food. And I can’t talk while my mouth's full,” America replied, voice bored. He saw England was frowning at him, as if waiting to hear something more.
“What about the noises?” England raised an eyebrow.
America sighed. “I can’t make funny noises while eating, and I can’t slurp my drink. Was that it?"
England gave a nod of approval, looking at last satisfied with the tie. "Quite correct. Now, about addressing people...?"
"I have to greet them with a nod or a bow and not with a handshake. I have to call people by ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’, not ‘dude,’ ‘pal,’ ‘buddy,’ or ‘guy,’" America drawled, observing England as he tried to fix the buttons of his shirt and vest. "Really, England...what's with all the formality? Why can't I greet them as I do everyone in my country? I'm sure even your people eventually get bored with so much stodginess..."
England was now busy getting rid of the creases. "America, you're in my country and you must behave as my country demands it. I’ve learned to deal with you, as obnoxious as you are, but that doesn't mean my people will be accepting of it." England noticed America looking away, already distracted. "Are you listening, you git?"
"Yeah, yeah..." America murmured while scratching his ear. "Honestly, I don't understand why you make such a fuss out of this. This isn't the first time I have met your Royal Family, you know!"
"Well, that's true, but..." England trailed off, now looking uncomfortable. "It's the first time you've met them after, you know..."
"After we became a couple? Come on, England, everything will be fine! You're making it sound like you're going to present me to your parents or something!" He chuckled, but stopped after noticing England's blush. "O-Oh wow, don’t tell me you’re really taking it in that way…”
"N-No, of course not! But... dear God, America. I just want you to give a good impression to them. Is that wrong?" He looked up with hopeful eyes.
"No, I guess it's not. Relax, England! Everything will be fine." America grinned, leaning forward to give England a small peck on his lips. "I'm going to make you feel proud, you'll see!"
To feel proud was too much to ask for, England thought. He gave America a worried look. "I just hope you won’t embarrass me, that’s all…”
America smiled earnestly. “Don’t worry. I promise this will be an unforgettable night!”
“We’ll see…” England stated with a sigh.
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After presenting America as ‘Alfred F. Jones, a high emissary of the United States’ government,’ England started looking out for the Queen. Of course, the Queen herself and some selected members of the Royal Family would know about England and America’s secret, them being embodiments of their respective nations. But that was confidential information that not everybody needed to know, much less at a massive party.
Upon not having any success, England figured he would have to wait until the dinner was over. He was about to take America into the dinner room, when he noticed that he was shivering slightly.
“Is everything alright, America?” England said sounding worried.
America just chucked nervously, “Why…why would you ask that?”
England let out a sigh and took America to an empty room.
“Okay, I know something’s wrong with you. Would you mind telling me what?”
“It’s just…,” America’s voice dropped. “It’s just that I’m unsure of this. Do you think everything will be all right?”
England smiled. It was so proper of America, to feel insecure over little things. Cupping his face and looking into his eyes, England reassured him, “I’m sure you’ll do well. Just remember everything we talked about and everything will be fine. I promise.” And he sealed his words with a soft kiss to America’s lips.
“E-England…” America sobbed, and suddenly England found himself being crushed by America’s arms. “Will…will you still love me even if things turn out badly?”
England swallowed hard. He looked so pitiful. For things to turn out badly… that was the last thing he wanted, for certain. But he couldn’t leave America like that; he needed to offer some soothing words. “Of course I will, my silly boy. Now, are you ready? There’s a nice dinner waiting for us out there. And I won’t leave this room without you, you know.”
America nodded happily and they went back into the dining room.
The dinner wasn’t bad at all. England shot a glance to America, and noticed how the younger nation was patiently trying to cut his roast beef, frowning as he did so. England felt relieved to see that America was using the proper knife and fork, and he couldn’t help but chuckle when America’s frown intensified.
To be honest, England felt a little bad for America; it felt as if he could almost read America’s thoughts about wanting a bun and eating the beef like a burger. It was more comfortable for him, England couldn’t deny it. Nevertheless, it was moving to see America trying so hard, and for his sake. He felt his heart melting a bit at this.
What England had failed to see, was that out of nervousness, America had drunk a little more than a healthy dose of wine. Not enough to get him completely drunk, but enough to make him feel more relaxed and confident. Perhaps too relaxed.
Soon, the dinner was over, and the guests moved to the nearest room. There was a band already playing music, and this helped quicken up a lively amount of chatter.
It was time already. With his heart already racing, England started looking for America, who had gotten lost in the crowd. However, he had to give up the search when the Lord Chamberlain suddenly greeted him and requested his presence. Typical from a Royal Party, England thought, letting out a sigh.
One hour later, England finally managed to get out of a fascinating discussion about cricket and polo. Sure, England was very knowledgeable about those sports but, the truth be told, he considered football a far more exciting and interesting sport.
‘Soccer,’ America would say. That silly boy, always twisting his precious language. Oh right; he had to look for him.
It wasn’t hard. England suddenly heard America loudly laughing that obnoxious laugh of his. (Now, England secretly thought America’s laugh was something very endearing and adorable, not that he would ever admit it.) That said, England finally found America.
There was a large crowd around him. Not that England was particularly surprised, since America was a cheerful guy able to gather attention easily. But on second glance, England noticed the crowd was composed mostly of Dukes, Lords, and almost every important person in the Royal Family.
Including, to England’s despair, the Queen herself.
Not only that. The git had actually put his arm around the Queen! Had he gone insane?!
It was to be expected, England thought angrily. He just had to turn away, and the bloody idiot would forget there were rules to follow. He was about to smack some sense into the American, when he managed to hear part of what he was discussing in such a lively manner.
“Trust me guys, I couldn’t believe it either! Who would have thought that France had actually proposed to England? It’s ridiculous! Oh, and speaking of England. I’m sure all of you are used to see him so stiff and stodgy…but I bet none of you have seen him completely drunk! I have. Oh yes, I have. I still remember…once he got so drunk that after complaining on how much of an ungrateful brat I was, he ended up whining like a baby! Man, it was hilarious!” America said, still laughing.
England could feel himself growing red to his ears. It was one thing for America to be poorly mannered and forgetful of every formality, and another VERY different thing for the idiot to start discussion such embarrassing things about him! In fact, he felt like crying out of anger, but he couldn’t do that in front of so many people. So instead, he roughly grabbed America by his arm to take him away from the palace. And he loudly groaned when America said his final words.
“Is the party over already? Man, this was totally a blast! I hope to see all of you very soon, guys. I have so many things to tell you!”
Unfortunately, neither of them saw the response: many guests waving back to America, and the Queen chucking, looking very amused with the situation.
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“I can’t believe what you just did. Are you insane?”
“Calm down, old man. What did I do?! It’s not like I did something embarrassing!”
“You sodding idiot. So you weren’t satisfied with just making yourself looking like a fool, you had to make me look like one as well, right?!”
“W-What’s wrong with entertaining people with some innocent anecdotes? Poor guys, some of them really seemed like they were getting sleepy at such a snobbish party…”
“… Just shut up. Would you?”
After getting out of the party, America and England had been quarreling on their way back to England’s home, or rather; America had to bear England’s long ranting. And it wasn’t pleasant; in moments, he seemed out of himself, deeply flushed not because of embarrassment, but due to pure anger. America, on the other hand, had managed to patiently listen to England’s whole outburst. But after listening for two hours, England was starting to get on his nerves.
They didn’t talk a lot after getting home. England would brew some tea, while America made himself something to eat. More for himself than for England, he mumbled about how hungry he was, since he has had to be very measured with eating during the party. However, England dismissed America’s comment and didn’t say a thing.
After finishing their respective meals, both of them headed to the bedroom. But when England got inside, he quickly tried to close the door, being stopped by America’s foot.
“Wait a moment. Yeah, you can be angry and all of that, but…are you really going to keep me from sleeping in my own bed?!”
England frowned upon hearing this. “In case you hit your head or something, and I think it must be so, I’ll kindly remind you this is my house, and you’re sleeping in my bed. And since things are as they are, I have the right to keep you out of my bedroom if I feel like it,” he spat venomously.
America raised an eyebrow. “So…what do you want, for me to sleep here in the hallway?”
He was silenced after being hit right into the face with a big sleeping bag.
“There’s the couch, clever boy. And don’t even think on giving me your usual pouts or puppy eyes, I’m not changing my decision. I hope you can take this time to think on what you did. Good night.” And in saying this, England kicked America’s calf to get his foot out of the room. America hissed, and in seconds, the door was closed and locked.
America sure had enough strength to take down the door, but he didn’t feel like getting England even angrier. And anyways, he still didn’t quite get why England was so mad. So he gave a sigh, and resigned, he took the sleeping bag and went to the living room.
It didn’t take a long time for America to fall asleep. But for England, it was hard to even close his eyes. He couldn’t stop thinking on the party, how much it meant for him and how dramatically it had been ruined by America’s…well, American attitude.
He loved America, he was sure of that. But he got on his nerves so often, and he didn’t feel he was prepared to resist feeling ashamed. He was, after all, a nation, and his duties as a nation had to be put over his human feelings. He had an image to hold and respect for his people; of course he had to take care of them.
But he couldn’t change America, could he?
His eyes went wide with realization. Of course he could! He had the power of magic, and he had practiced it for many centuries. It was an important legacy of the past of his people, and he had made sure to preserve such valuable knowledge.
Feeling revitalized, he stood up, and as silently as he could, he opened the door and went to the attic looking for his instruments: his magic wand and his spell book. Now, there was one thing he still needed to do, call on his abilities.
Raising his hand, the star-shaped wand glowed, covering the place with light and fog. Once everything was clear again, England looked at himself through an old mirror.
Except that it wasn’t really England anymore. He was wearing nothing but a small white toga, his head was crowned with a halo, and his back now featured a couple of white, delicate, and slightly shining wings.
He had turned into Britannia Angel, England’s magical form.
Feeling ready, he went down to the living room. There, America was sleeping soundly and snoring quite loudly. England felt grateful for a moment, since America’s snores would disguise any sound. Approaching the couch, his eyes fell for a moment upon America’s face. America always showed, in his sleep, a different side of him, a peaceful and innocent face that gave England a warm feeling.
He stopped for a moment, to consider all the implications of what he was going to do. Was it right, to try to change a person? To use magic for such selfish reasons? Shouldn’t he, as America’s lover (and England would blush upon that thought), embrace every trait of America, both the good and the bad?
Embrace. An unpleasant image came to his mind, of the younger nation being all friendly with the royal family and embracing the Queen, of all things! And, to make it worse…
“…He ended up whining like a baby! Man, it was hilarious!”
That was enough. The bloody git was SO going to receive a gift from Britannia Angel.
While gathering all his magic power on the tip of his wand, England noticed the fairies. He chose to dismiss their worried looks, convinced that he was doing the right thing, and confident because he knew the fairies didn’t had enough power to break his spell.
Soon, the whole living room was wrapped in a warm light, although not even a single sound could be heard apart from America’s snoring. In a quiet whisper, England started to recite the lines of the spell while concentrating on all the things he hoped for America to become, only to then finish with a flick of his wrist.
Nothing spectacular happened, though. The warm light had faded, but besides that, everything remained the same. America was still sleeping soundly, the moonlight could still be seen slightly through the curtains, and England was still in the middle of the living room, dressed in a toga and holding his wand.
He scratched his head and decided to go back to his bedroom before he would start feeling like a fool. The results of his spell would be visible by morning, or that’s what he dared to hope.
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The next morning, despite his lack of sleep, England woke up at his usual hour. He went down expecting to find America still snoring over the couch, but his surprise was enormous upon seeing his couch perfectly in order as if nobody had slept there.
There were noises in the kitchen, along with the aroma of toasted bread and brewed tea. Earl Grey, he could tell. He entered the kitchen, only to find America already completely dressed, and reading a newspaper. The younger nation smiled, not in the beaming way England was accustomed to, but he was smiling nevertheless.
“Good morning, England! May I serve you breakfast?” Moving the closest chair, he gestured for England to sit down. Still slightly in shock, England took the offer.
“Uh…America, are you feeling alright?” England asked uncertainly, since he still wasn’t sure if America’s weird attitude had been caused by his spell, or it was just a prank of his.
“Oh, absolutely. I slept wonderfully, and I’ve had a lot of time to think on things as well.” He started pouring the water, and England absently noticed America was serving tea to himself. “I must apologize, you were right. My attitude last night wasn’t proper and I’m deeply ashamed of that. But I assure you, it won’t happen again. So…would you forgive me?”
England didn’t catch anything of what America had said; instead, he cautiously pointed at America’s cup. “Since…since when do you drink tea?”
“Hmm? I felt like drinking tea today. Wonderful thing, this drink. It has a splendid bitter taste, and it wakes me up far better than coffee. This is my second cup today, in fact.” He pointed at a used cup on the sink. “I hope you won’t mind me using your tea bags?”
“N-Not at all. Uh…you were telling me something before?” England stammered.
“Right! I was telling you…would you forgive me for my rude behavior yesterday?”
America asked, giving a look that was almost akin to his puppy look. On a second glance, though, England noticed that America looked quite serious.
“O-Oh, that. You don’t need to worry, I, uh…I already forgave you. But I appreciate the sentiment.” England gave a shy smile, and America replied in the same way. England wasn’t quite sure as to why, but he felt relieved at seeing America smiling again, even if it was just a little.
During the remaining breakfast time, they talked cheerfully about the news of the day. America commented on he read in the newspaper, and England gladly gave his two cents about the different topics. Time flew as they talked, and soon, it was time for America to set out. His boss would have a meeting with England’s Prime Minister he had asked for America to be present.
England noticed, not without surprise, that it was still early and America had plenty of time to arrive to the appointment. However, he didn’t say a word; he was glad that America had given himself more than enough time, instead of rushing everything and hurrying out the door at the last minute.
Once America was gone, England let himself fall over the couch, a hand on his forehead. The morning’s shock was just starting to sink in, so he took some time to check again everything that had just happened. America waking up early. Drinking tea. Preparing breakfast. Being well-mannered. Speaking properly. Reading the whole newspaper. Getting everything done so he could arrive earlier than the agreed upon time. Apologizing for last night!
England suddenly felt the need to pinch his cheek, just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. And he did it; but he regretted immediately because, damn, it really hurt. So it seemed that Britannia Angel’s spell had worked, and way better than he had ever expected! The new America was everything he had ever wished and much more. But, how long would it last? And was it really that perfect?
England challenged himself to figure it out. Since he had been given the day off, he cheerfully stood up, feeling suddenly excited with the idea of preparing a monumental dinner. That would be quite a trial, but he was eager to see the reaction from the new America. So England got ready to spend the day shopping, checking recipe books, and probably, fighting with the oven.
It wasn’t until several hours later, that England realized that America hadn’t left with his typical bear hug and a tender kiss on his lips, but with a rather simple kiss on his cheek instead. However, England didn’t give any importance to that fact.
For now.
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The dinner ended up being perfect. Not only America did compliment every dish, but he also ate them quite happily; and always taking care to eat measured bites and chew slowly. In fact, America turned out to be so flattering that England ended up blushing at several moments.
America also seemed quite enthusiastic in telling England every detail of his meeting. And England listened gladly; he wasn’t used to talking with America of such topics, but it turned out to be so pleasant that England thought he wouldn’t mind getting used to these new conversations at all.
Over the next days, England had fun finding out what the new America had to show. For example, they had been able to watch British TV with America seeming truly interested. America also asked, out of the blue to have every one of his handkerchiefs embroidered by England. Apparently, America was now able to see England’s fairies. And, even more surprising, America had become sort of addicted to England’s scones.
There were some not-so-amazing traits on the new America, though. Like America suddenly being unable to open a pickle jar (something America used to boast as one of his greatest talents), or America screwing up every electronic device in England’s house. However, England was still so delighted with the ‘positive’ changes in America, that he could well forgive these new and little ‘flaws’.
One day, England received a notice that Sealand was going to visit him. It was a custom already, for Finland and Sweden to come to England’s house bringing Sealand with them. They considered it important for Sealand to keep contact with his older brother, and while England wasn’t exactly happy to receive him in his house, he couldn’t say no to Finland and Sweden.
Besides, Sealand wouldn’t always tease England; if America happened to be at England’s house, Sealand would likely end up asking America to play with him. And of course, America wouldn’t refuse the offer. Now, it was arguable if America taking care of Sealand was actually a good thing; normally, the biggest damages to England’s house had been caused by their playing.
Finland and Sweden were on England’s doorstep at the agreed hour. As expected, Sealand didn’t say anything but a brief ‘Hi, jerk England!’ and instead, he ran looking for America.
Finland smiled, and chuckling, he greeted England. “Pleased to see you. I have to apologize for Sealand’s attitude…he’s a child, you know. I’m sure he’s, uh, quite happy to see you! It’s just that he doesn’t like to show it…”
England snorted. “It’s all right. He likes to play with America. Sodding gits…I swear when I see them together, it’s hard to distinguish who’s the elder one,” he replied, trying to appear disgusted. But he couldn’t hide the small smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Right. America…” Finland said with a worried voice. “I’ve heard he has changed a lot, recently. There are lots of rumors around…about him being quite interested in international affairs, polite, praising your food…”
England raised an eyebrow. “What’s so strange about him praising my food?”
“N-Nothing! That’s all right, don’t take me wrong!” Finland now looked nervous. “What I was trying to say is…well…did something happened between you and America? It’s not like him to act in that way…”
England couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. He wasn’t expecting for someone to actually question him about America’s sudden change. It had been for the better after all, right?
“I wouldn’t say something happened. Let’s just say that I wanted for him to change some traits…I guess he eventually listened to my words?”
“Please, England. It’s not like America has ever listened to your complaining. This is something else. I take it you can tell us about it?” Finland inquired with a serious look.
England gulped. “W-What’s so wrong about America’s attitude? He has changed for good, right?”
He looked around, just to find Sweden’s cold glare. “You h’ven’t answ’red ‘et mah wife’s q’estion”
Feeling himself cornered, England gave up. He realized they wouldn’t leave him alone until getting the true answer.
“Fine, it was me. I, uh…I used some magic to turn America into what he is now. There, now you’re satisfied?” England stammered.
Finland and Sweden didn’t say a word. Instead, they looked at each other as if speaking with their eyes. Finally, Finland looked at England. “Are you sure…this is what you want? Are you feeling happy with the new America?”
“Of course I am! Why shouldn’t I be? Look, I know you two have never have problems with each other, so I know you won’t understand me. But, is it wrong for me to wish for a better America? What’s more, don’t you complain all the time about how obnoxious he is?”
Sweden just groaned, while Finland was giving him a funny look. Why did it look like pity? “It’s not like I never have problems with Su-san, but that’s beyond the point, England. I think that…when you love somebody, it’s all right to try to correct the flaws, but you must also accept them. Do I make sense?”
“Y-Yeah…” England mumbled, lowering his eyes.
“And also, how are you so sure this is truly what you wanted? What if your fantasy ends up being not as good as what you had imagined?”
England frowned. “Why should it go wrong? I’m quite sure I did the spell perfectly…”
Finland didn’t reply. Both he and Sweden now had their eyes fixed on Sealand, who was trying to convince America to play with him. England himself was shocked to see that America was struggling to get rid of the kid, trying to tell him as kindly as he could, that he was a busy adult and that he couldn’t be playing with children.
Sealand finally gave up, looking down and making a pout. And while England was used to seeing him pouting and throwing tantrums, he couldn’t help but think that Sealand now seemed honestly sad.
Looking at the child’s disappointed face, England wondered for the first time if casting a spell on America had indeed been a good idea.
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Notes:
- England's lectures about etiquette were taken from several websites about manners used on Royal Parties on the United Kingdom.
- The Lord Chamberlain is one of the chief officers of the Royal Household in the United Kingdom.
- America's embrace to the Queen is a reference to Michelle Obama, who did the same thing during the G-20 summit held in London. It doesn't seem like the Queen really minded, though...
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Angst
Rating: PG
Characters, Pairings: America/England, (on this chapter) Finland, Sweden, Sealand
Summary: Prompt: Thanks to one of England's spells, America becomes the kind of person England always said he wanted him to be. Eventually, however, England realizes that he prefers the old America to this one and searches for a way to turn him back.
Notes: Written for
usxuk Secret Santa Exchange. Special thanks to haro for her wonderful betaing (I can't be thankful enough, specially since I know how busy you currently are), and to sillyputtie and tanya_tsuki for their invaluable help and support ♥ "Okay, let's check everything again," said England while adjusting America’s tie for the umpteenth time. "Regarding food...?"
"...I have to eat one piece at a time. I can’t pick at food with my fingers, except for actual finger food. And I can’t talk while my mouth's full,” America replied, voice bored. He saw England was frowning at him, as if waiting to hear something more.
“What about the noises?” England raised an eyebrow.
America sighed. “I can’t make funny noises while eating, and I can’t slurp my drink. Was that it?"
England gave a nod of approval, looking at last satisfied with the tie. "Quite correct. Now, about addressing people...?"
"I have to greet them with a nod or a bow and not with a handshake. I have to call people by ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’, not ‘dude,’ ‘pal,’ ‘buddy,’ or ‘guy,’" America drawled, observing England as he tried to fix the buttons of his shirt and vest. "Really, England...what's with all the formality? Why can't I greet them as I do everyone in my country? I'm sure even your people eventually get bored with so much stodginess..."
England was now busy getting rid of the creases. "America, you're in my country and you must behave as my country demands it. I’ve learned to deal with you, as obnoxious as you are, but that doesn't mean my people will be accepting of it." England noticed America looking away, already distracted. "Are you listening, you git?"
"Yeah, yeah..." America murmured while scratching his ear. "Honestly, I don't understand why you make such a fuss out of this. This isn't the first time I have met your Royal Family, you know!"
"Well, that's true, but..." England trailed off, now looking uncomfortable. "It's the first time you've met them after, you know..."
"After we became a couple? Come on, England, everything will be fine! You're making it sound like you're going to present me to your parents or something!" He chuckled, but stopped after noticing England's blush. "O-Oh wow, don’t tell me you’re really taking it in that way…”
"N-No, of course not! But... dear God, America. I just want you to give a good impression to them. Is that wrong?" He looked up with hopeful eyes.
"No, I guess it's not. Relax, England! Everything will be fine." America grinned, leaning forward to give England a small peck on his lips. "I'm going to make you feel proud, you'll see!"
To feel proud was too much to ask for, England thought. He gave America a worried look. "I just hope you won’t embarrass me, that’s all…”
America smiled earnestly. “Don’t worry. I promise this will be an unforgettable night!”
“We’ll see…” England stated with a sigh.
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After presenting America as ‘Alfred F. Jones, a high emissary of the United States’ government,’ England started looking out for the Queen. Of course, the Queen herself and some selected members of the Royal Family would know about England and America’s secret, them being embodiments of their respective nations. But that was confidential information that not everybody needed to know, much less at a massive party.
Upon not having any success, England figured he would have to wait until the dinner was over. He was about to take America into the dinner room, when he noticed that he was shivering slightly.
“Is everything alright, America?” England said sounding worried.
America just chucked nervously, “Why…why would you ask that?”
England let out a sigh and took America to an empty room.
“Okay, I know something’s wrong with you. Would you mind telling me what?”
“It’s just…,” America’s voice dropped. “It’s just that I’m unsure of this. Do you think everything will be all right?”
England smiled. It was so proper of America, to feel insecure over little things. Cupping his face and looking into his eyes, England reassured him, “I’m sure you’ll do well. Just remember everything we talked about and everything will be fine. I promise.” And he sealed his words with a soft kiss to America’s lips.
“E-England…” America sobbed, and suddenly England found himself being crushed by America’s arms. “Will…will you still love me even if things turn out badly?”
England swallowed hard. He looked so pitiful. For things to turn out badly… that was the last thing he wanted, for certain. But he couldn’t leave America like that; he needed to offer some soothing words. “Of course I will, my silly boy. Now, are you ready? There’s a nice dinner waiting for us out there. And I won’t leave this room without you, you know.”
America nodded happily and they went back into the dining room.
The dinner wasn’t bad at all. England shot a glance to America, and noticed how the younger nation was patiently trying to cut his roast beef, frowning as he did so. England felt relieved to see that America was using the proper knife and fork, and he couldn’t help but chuckle when America’s frown intensified.
To be honest, England felt a little bad for America; it felt as if he could almost read America’s thoughts about wanting a bun and eating the beef like a burger. It was more comfortable for him, England couldn’t deny it. Nevertheless, it was moving to see America trying so hard, and for his sake. He felt his heart melting a bit at this.
What England had failed to see, was that out of nervousness, America had drunk a little more than a healthy dose of wine. Not enough to get him completely drunk, but enough to make him feel more relaxed and confident. Perhaps too relaxed.
Soon, the dinner was over, and the guests moved to the nearest room. There was a band already playing music, and this helped quicken up a lively amount of chatter.
It was time already. With his heart already racing, England started looking for America, who had gotten lost in the crowd. However, he had to give up the search when the Lord Chamberlain suddenly greeted him and requested his presence. Typical from a Royal Party, England thought, letting out a sigh.
One hour later, England finally managed to get out of a fascinating discussion about cricket and polo. Sure, England was very knowledgeable about those sports but, the truth be told, he considered football a far more exciting and interesting sport.
‘Soccer,’ America would say. That silly boy, always twisting his precious language. Oh right; he had to look for him.
It wasn’t hard. England suddenly heard America loudly laughing that obnoxious laugh of his. (Now, England secretly thought America’s laugh was something very endearing and adorable, not that he would ever admit it.) That said, England finally found America.
There was a large crowd around him. Not that England was particularly surprised, since America was a cheerful guy able to gather attention easily. But on second glance, England noticed the crowd was composed mostly of Dukes, Lords, and almost every important person in the Royal Family.
Including, to England’s despair, the Queen herself.
Not only that. The git had actually put his arm around the Queen! Had he gone insane?!
It was to be expected, England thought angrily. He just had to turn away, and the bloody idiot would forget there were rules to follow. He was about to smack some sense into the American, when he managed to hear part of what he was discussing in such a lively manner.
“Trust me guys, I couldn’t believe it either! Who would have thought that France had actually proposed to England? It’s ridiculous! Oh, and speaking of England. I’m sure all of you are used to see him so stiff and stodgy…but I bet none of you have seen him completely drunk! I have. Oh yes, I have. I still remember…once he got so drunk that after complaining on how much of an ungrateful brat I was, he ended up whining like a baby! Man, it was hilarious!” America said, still laughing.
England could feel himself growing red to his ears. It was one thing for America to be poorly mannered and forgetful of every formality, and another VERY different thing for the idiot to start discussion such embarrassing things about him! In fact, he felt like crying out of anger, but he couldn’t do that in front of so many people. So instead, he roughly grabbed America by his arm to take him away from the palace. And he loudly groaned when America said his final words.
“Is the party over already? Man, this was totally a blast! I hope to see all of you very soon, guys. I have so many things to tell you!”
Unfortunately, neither of them saw the response: many guests waving back to America, and the Queen chucking, looking very amused with the situation.
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“I can’t believe what you just did. Are you insane?”
“Calm down, old man. What did I do?! It’s not like I did something embarrassing!”
“You sodding idiot. So you weren’t satisfied with just making yourself looking like a fool, you had to make me look like one as well, right?!”
“W-What’s wrong with entertaining people with some innocent anecdotes? Poor guys, some of them really seemed like they were getting sleepy at such a snobbish party…”
“… Just shut up. Would you?”
After getting out of the party, America and England had been quarreling on their way back to England’s home, or rather; America had to bear England’s long ranting. And it wasn’t pleasant; in moments, he seemed out of himself, deeply flushed not because of embarrassment, but due to pure anger. America, on the other hand, had managed to patiently listen to England’s whole outburst. But after listening for two hours, England was starting to get on his nerves.
They didn’t talk a lot after getting home. England would brew some tea, while America made himself something to eat. More for himself than for England, he mumbled about how hungry he was, since he has had to be very measured with eating during the party. However, England dismissed America’s comment and didn’t say a thing.
After finishing their respective meals, both of them headed to the bedroom. But when England got inside, he quickly tried to close the door, being stopped by America’s foot.
“Wait a moment. Yeah, you can be angry and all of that, but…are you really going to keep me from sleeping in my own bed?!”
England frowned upon hearing this. “In case you hit your head or something, and I think it must be so, I’ll kindly remind you this is my house, and you’re sleeping in my bed. And since things are as they are, I have the right to keep you out of my bedroom if I feel like it,” he spat venomously.
America raised an eyebrow. “So…what do you want, for me to sleep here in the hallway?”
He was silenced after being hit right into the face with a big sleeping bag.
“There’s the couch, clever boy. And don’t even think on giving me your usual pouts or puppy eyes, I’m not changing my decision. I hope you can take this time to think on what you did. Good night.” And in saying this, England kicked America’s calf to get his foot out of the room. America hissed, and in seconds, the door was closed and locked.
America sure had enough strength to take down the door, but he didn’t feel like getting England even angrier. And anyways, he still didn’t quite get why England was so mad. So he gave a sigh, and resigned, he took the sleeping bag and went to the living room.
It didn’t take a long time for America to fall asleep. But for England, it was hard to even close his eyes. He couldn’t stop thinking on the party, how much it meant for him and how dramatically it had been ruined by America’s…well, American attitude.
He loved America, he was sure of that. But he got on his nerves so often, and he didn’t feel he was prepared to resist feeling ashamed. He was, after all, a nation, and his duties as a nation had to be put over his human feelings. He had an image to hold and respect for his people; of course he had to take care of them.
But he couldn’t change America, could he?
His eyes went wide with realization. Of course he could! He had the power of magic, and he had practiced it for many centuries. It was an important legacy of the past of his people, and he had made sure to preserve such valuable knowledge.
Feeling revitalized, he stood up, and as silently as he could, he opened the door and went to the attic looking for his instruments: his magic wand and his spell book. Now, there was one thing he still needed to do, call on his abilities.
Raising his hand, the star-shaped wand glowed, covering the place with light and fog. Once everything was clear again, England looked at himself through an old mirror.
Except that it wasn’t really England anymore. He was wearing nothing but a small white toga, his head was crowned with a halo, and his back now featured a couple of white, delicate, and slightly shining wings.
He had turned into Britannia Angel, England’s magical form.
Feeling ready, he went down to the living room. There, America was sleeping soundly and snoring quite loudly. England felt grateful for a moment, since America’s snores would disguise any sound. Approaching the couch, his eyes fell for a moment upon America’s face. America always showed, in his sleep, a different side of him, a peaceful and innocent face that gave England a warm feeling.
He stopped for a moment, to consider all the implications of what he was going to do. Was it right, to try to change a person? To use magic for such selfish reasons? Shouldn’t he, as America’s lover (and England would blush upon that thought), embrace every trait of America, both the good and the bad?
Embrace. An unpleasant image came to his mind, of the younger nation being all friendly with the royal family and embracing the Queen, of all things! And, to make it worse…
“…He ended up whining like a baby! Man, it was hilarious!”
That was enough. The bloody git was SO going to receive a gift from Britannia Angel.
While gathering all his magic power on the tip of his wand, England noticed the fairies. He chose to dismiss their worried looks, convinced that he was doing the right thing, and confident because he knew the fairies didn’t had enough power to break his spell.
Soon, the whole living room was wrapped in a warm light, although not even a single sound could be heard apart from America’s snoring. In a quiet whisper, England started to recite the lines of the spell while concentrating on all the things he hoped for America to become, only to then finish with a flick of his wrist.
Nothing spectacular happened, though. The warm light had faded, but besides that, everything remained the same. America was still sleeping soundly, the moonlight could still be seen slightly through the curtains, and England was still in the middle of the living room, dressed in a toga and holding his wand.
He scratched his head and decided to go back to his bedroom before he would start feeling like a fool. The results of his spell would be visible by morning, or that’s what he dared to hope.
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The next morning, despite his lack of sleep, England woke up at his usual hour. He went down expecting to find America still snoring over the couch, but his surprise was enormous upon seeing his couch perfectly in order as if nobody had slept there.
There were noises in the kitchen, along with the aroma of toasted bread and brewed tea. Earl Grey, he could tell. He entered the kitchen, only to find America already completely dressed, and reading a newspaper. The younger nation smiled, not in the beaming way England was accustomed to, but he was smiling nevertheless.
“Good morning, England! May I serve you breakfast?” Moving the closest chair, he gestured for England to sit down. Still slightly in shock, England took the offer.
“Uh…America, are you feeling alright?” England asked uncertainly, since he still wasn’t sure if America’s weird attitude had been caused by his spell, or it was just a prank of his.
“Oh, absolutely. I slept wonderfully, and I’ve had a lot of time to think on things as well.” He started pouring the water, and England absently noticed America was serving tea to himself. “I must apologize, you were right. My attitude last night wasn’t proper and I’m deeply ashamed of that. But I assure you, it won’t happen again. So…would you forgive me?”
England didn’t catch anything of what America had said; instead, he cautiously pointed at America’s cup. “Since…since when do you drink tea?”
“Hmm? I felt like drinking tea today. Wonderful thing, this drink. It has a splendid bitter taste, and it wakes me up far better than coffee. This is my second cup today, in fact.” He pointed at a used cup on the sink. “I hope you won’t mind me using your tea bags?”
“N-Not at all. Uh…you were telling me something before?” England stammered.
“Right! I was telling you…would you forgive me for my rude behavior yesterday?”
America asked, giving a look that was almost akin to his puppy look. On a second glance, though, England noticed that America looked quite serious.
“O-Oh, that. You don’t need to worry, I, uh…I already forgave you. But I appreciate the sentiment.” England gave a shy smile, and America replied in the same way. England wasn’t quite sure as to why, but he felt relieved at seeing America smiling again, even if it was just a little.
During the remaining breakfast time, they talked cheerfully about the news of the day. America commented on he read in the newspaper, and England gladly gave his two cents about the different topics. Time flew as they talked, and soon, it was time for America to set out. His boss would have a meeting with England’s Prime Minister he had asked for America to be present.
England noticed, not without surprise, that it was still early and America had plenty of time to arrive to the appointment. However, he didn’t say a word; he was glad that America had given himself more than enough time, instead of rushing everything and hurrying out the door at the last minute.
Once America was gone, England let himself fall over the couch, a hand on his forehead. The morning’s shock was just starting to sink in, so he took some time to check again everything that had just happened. America waking up early. Drinking tea. Preparing breakfast. Being well-mannered. Speaking properly. Reading the whole newspaper. Getting everything done so he could arrive earlier than the agreed upon time. Apologizing for last night!
England suddenly felt the need to pinch his cheek, just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. And he did it; but he regretted immediately because, damn, it really hurt. So it seemed that Britannia Angel’s spell had worked, and way better than he had ever expected! The new America was everything he had ever wished and much more. But, how long would it last? And was it really that perfect?
England challenged himself to figure it out. Since he had been given the day off, he cheerfully stood up, feeling suddenly excited with the idea of preparing a monumental dinner. That would be quite a trial, but he was eager to see the reaction from the new America. So England got ready to spend the day shopping, checking recipe books, and probably, fighting with the oven.
It wasn’t until several hours later, that England realized that America hadn’t left with his typical bear hug and a tender kiss on his lips, but with a rather simple kiss on his cheek instead. However, England didn’t give any importance to that fact.
For now.
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The dinner ended up being perfect. Not only America did compliment every dish, but he also ate them quite happily; and always taking care to eat measured bites and chew slowly. In fact, America turned out to be so flattering that England ended up blushing at several moments.
America also seemed quite enthusiastic in telling England every detail of his meeting. And England listened gladly; he wasn’t used to talking with America of such topics, but it turned out to be so pleasant that England thought he wouldn’t mind getting used to these new conversations at all.
Over the next days, England had fun finding out what the new America had to show. For example, they had been able to watch British TV with America seeming truly interested. America also asked, out of the blue to have every one of his handkerchiefs embroidered by England. Apparently, America was now able to see England’s fairies. And, even more surprising, America had become sort of addicted to England’s scones.
There were some not-so-amazing traits on the new America, though. Like America suddenly being unable to open a pickle jar (something America used to boast as one of his greatest talents), or America screwing up every electronic device in England’s house. However, England was still so delighted with the ‘positive’ changes in America, that he could well forgive these new and little ‘flaws’.
One day, England received a notice that Sealand was going to visit him. It was a custom already, for Finland and Sweden to come to England’s house bringing Sealand with them. They considered it important for Sealand to keep contact with his older brother, and while England wasn’t exactly happy to receive him in his house, he couldn’t say no to Finland and Sweden.
Besides, Sealand wouldn’t always tease England; if America happened to be at England’s house, Sealand would likely end up asking America to play with him. And of course, America wouldn’t refuse the offer. Now, it was arguable if America taking care of Sealand was actually a good thing; normally, the biggest damages to England’s house had been caused by their playing.
Finland and Sweden were on England’s doorstep at the agreed hour. As expected, Sealand didn’t say anything but a brief ‘Hi, jerk England!’ and instead, he ran looking for America.
Finland smiled, and chuckling, he greeted England. “Pleased to see you. I have to apologize for Sealand’s attitude…he’s a child, you know. I’m sure he’s, uh, quite happy to see you! It’s just that he doesn’t like to show it…”
England snorted. “It’s all right. He likes to play with America. Sodding gits…I swear when I see them together, it’s hard to distinguish who’s the elder one,” he replied, trying to appear disgusted. But he couldn’t hide the small smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Right. America…” Finland said with a worried voice. “I’ve heard he has changed a lot, recently. There are lots of rumors around…about him being quite interested in international affairs, polite, praising your food…”
England raised an eyebrow. “What’s so strange about him praising my food?”
“N-Nothing! That’s all right, don’t take me wrong!” Finland now looked nervous. “What I was trying to say is…well…did something happened between you and America? It’s not like him to act in that way…”
England couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. He wasn’t expecting for someone to actually question him about America’s sudden change. It had been for the better after all, right?
“I wouldn’t say something happened. Let’s just say that I wanted for him to change some traits…I guess he eventually listened to my words?”
“Please, England. It’s not like America has ever listened to your complaining. This is something else. I take it you can tell us about it?” Finland inquired with a serious look.
England gulped. “W-What’s so wrong about America’s attitude? He has changed for good, right?”
He looked around, just to find Sweden’s cold glare. “You h’ven’t answ’red ‘et mah wife’s q’estion”
Feeling himself cornered, England gave up. He realized they wouldn’t leave him alone until getting the true answer.
“Fine, it was me. I, uh…I used some magic to turn America into what he is now. There, now you’re satisfied?” England stammered.
Finland and Sweden didn’t say a word. Instead, they looked at each other as if speaking with their eyes. Finally, Finland looked at England. “Are you sure…this is what you want? Are you feeling happy with the new America?”
“Of course I am! Why shouldn’t I be? Look, I know you two have never have problems with each other, so I know you won’t understand me. But, is it wrong for me to wish for a better America? What’s more, don’t you complain all the time about how obnoxious he is?”
Sweden just groaned, while Finland was giving him a funny look. Why did it look like pity? “It’s not like I never have problems with Su-san, but that’s beyond the point, England. I think that…when you love somebody, it’s all right to try to correct the flaws, but you must also accept them. Do I make sense?”
“Y-Yeah…” England mumbled, lowering his eyes.
“And also, how are you so sure this is truly what you wanted? What if your fantasy ends up being not as good as what you had imagined?”
England frowned. “Why should it go wrong? I’m quite sure I did the spell perfectly…”
Finland didn’t reply. Both he and Sweden now had their eyes fixed on Sealand, who was trying to convince America to play with him. England himself was shocked to see that America was struggling to get rid of the kid, trying to tell him as kindly as he could, that he was a busy adult and that he couldn’t be playing with children.
Sealand finally gave up, looking down and making a pout. And while England was used to seeing him pouting and throwing tantrums, he couldn’t help but think that Sealand now seemed honestly sad.
Looking at the child’s disappointed face, England wondered for the first time if casting a spell on America had indeed been a good idea.
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Notes:
- England's lectures about etiquette were taken from several websites about manners used on Royal Parties on the United Kingdom.
- The Lord Chamberlain is one of the chief officers of the Royal Household in the United Kingdom.
- America's embrace to the Queen is a reference to Michelle Obama, who did the same thing during the G-20 summit held in London. It doesn't seem like the Queen really minded, though...
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Perhaps it's because I'm not good with writing in a foreign language/brickedAww, thank you ^^'