England POV
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I sit around the pentagram in my spellroom as I recite the spell. I look at the book again.
Wait... the label for this spell is below it? Wait i just cast this insane infection one...
A creepy feeling creeps up my spine, and I look around, eyeing my surroundings carefully. I shrug and exit the room, seeing as nothing happened.
When i get to the kitchen (i was gonna make tea), i saw America sitting upon one of the barstools, his hair a reddish-brown.
"Er, America, did you dye your hair?" I ask him. "No, I don't think so... Why?" I grab a mirror and push it towards his face. "Woah! Dude my hair is brown! Bro this is aweso-"
He faceplants on the counter. "America! Are you alright? Talk to me Alfred!" I yell, using his person name.
Giggling erupts from the person beneath me. "Alfred?" I ask, a little scared now. America sits up, and he changed.
He gained piercings on his lip and ears, his glasses became aviators, and his eyes became red. "Hey England?" He said in a creepy tone.
"I'm not having any fun, but i feel like laughing! Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
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Let Me Out -- 2P USUK/FrUK
FanfictionEngland did something wrong. VERY WRONG. He accidentally cast a curse that began to change all the nations into a different person. Like a Second Player. I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
