Why is Hetalia in my house?

Chapter Twelve

I Just Started A Hetalia One-Shots And It Would Be Totally Awesome If You Want To Check It Out. Please Comment!
I shot a look at England and he did this magic thing and suddenly we were home...except my mom was passed out on the floor and a couple nations were on fire. Eh, I can't really expect England's magic to be perfect.
But the mom thing was convenient! "Okay, how did we get here!" Roxy said, before rambling off a million illogical reasons as to how we had arrived home. God her imagination is insane. "Magic, duh." Zara said before elbowing Roxy in the stomach.
"Okay, now that we're home, let's address the first problem," I turned to face Switzerland, "What are you doing here!" I cried out. He put a reassuring hand on the butt of his gun and pulled Litchenstien closer. "Romania was attempting to summon you guys back and I did not want to choose sides, so I volunteered. Unfortunately, Litchenstien got pulled in with me." Litchenstien shook her head, "No bruder, I came to be with you."
I put my hand to my face, "Okay, as much as I love haveing anime characters in my house, this is getting far too cliched and Wattpad won't be able to handle this." A spurt of glitter poofed into my face. "What was that?" Questioned England.
I sighed, "You get used to it." I shook my head, "Anyway, it was fun having you, but I think we need to focus on getting you guys back, it's time for this fanfiction to get serious." Cue glitter. I coughed before continuing, "So England, gather all magic capable people and meet me in my basement, I'll scrounge up some candles and chalk or whatever."
About five minutes later, England came down the stairs with Norway, Finland, South Italy, Prussia, France and surprisingly America.

(I just chose countries either canonically magical or with large magic history. For example, Salem witch trails, you never know if America actually had witch's. England certainly did. Like the Schools of Magic in Scotland, France and Germany. Eh~)

England began to sketch a large circle on the floor of my basement while the other nations began prepping their magic. I got some pine scented candles and began setting them on the spots England directed me too. Norway came downstairs with a box of salt from my pantry.
Roxy and Zara stood next the door watching. England completed his circle and stood in the middle, while the rest of the magically inclined nations stood around him.
In a flurry of chanting and light, the air behind England began to rip. All the nations turned to the three of us and waved, each saying goodbye in their native languages. They began to fade and turn to light. They were sucked in the hole and in a second, the previously full room was empty.
I stood there for a few seconds. There was a smearing of melted salt in the cement floor. Candles dripping wax and smoke. Zara sighed and began to clean up the mess. After a few seconds, I joined her while Roxy went to fetch a trash can. Later that day, Roxy went home, and Zara was sleeping on the other side of my bed. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

With a gasp, my eyes snapped open. My mom was shaking my shoulder. "Hey! I wanted to tell you school is out because of the snow..." My mind stopped listening to her as my thoughts trailed elsewhere. Was it all a dream. Who knows. But, without my knowing, a small hand reached from the air, and placed a leather jacket and a Union Jack cloth on the kitchen table, before disappearing with the scent of peppermint.

Welcome to the end! Thank you for sticking around, even with all the cliches and side tracks. I tried to end it, because I feel like my original idea got lost in the plot. Thank you.