{Scotland's POV}
Colours filled the room, bright slashes of neon. Magic is a pretty thing, except when you're trying to do something like this, it just gets gruesome. England was on the bed, still in his deep sleep, a pained look on his face. The colours flocked to him, but he pushed them away. It wasn't supposed to be like that, he was supposed to embrace them, even in his current state. Frowning, I tried again, using more powerful magic.
After many attempts at finding the right strength, I had finally found a good balance, England didn't reject the magic, it flowed around him, occasionally absorbing into him. The process was slower than it was supposed to be, but it was finally working.
Finally, after an hour of watching the colours surround him, and the American knocking on the door, the magic was gone, in him. I sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand gently on England's forehead. He was warm, but shivering. A small groan passed though his lips and I smiled, knowing the magic had some good effect. England opened his eyes lazily, for a brief moment, before closing them.
I don't even know what I'm doing with this anymore..
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The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~
FanfictionUPDATED VERSION England is haunted every night by a mysterious voice, it waits for him to fall asleep and tortures him. The voice is known as Oliver: Arthurs evil side. Oliver is sick of being contained in Arthur's head and wants out: to be in cont...
