Don't Let Me Disappear.

Ring of Saol

"Get the hell off me!"

A loud thump.

"Scotland! Jeez do you attack everyone you see?! Get off him!"

England groaned, slowly sitting up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He listened, disoriented for a moment until another crash sounded, followed by a second shout.

"F-Fick dich!"

Another crash.

England leapt out of bed, pulling his robe close around his body as he sped down the stairs and through the dimly lit hallway until he reached the living room. He skidded to a stop at the entrance of the room, glaring at the sight before him.

On the wooden floor in the centre of the room, Scotland was on top of Prussia, pinning the albino man down by his wrists. Though it seemed Scotland was winning at the moment, England could clearly see a growing purplish-black bruise on the Scot's jaw.

"Bloody hell Scotland! Get off him!" England roared, storming over to the Scotsman and shoving him roughly by his side with his boot. Scotland sneered at England but rolled off the albino without further trouble.

Prussia growled, propping himself up first with his elbows and forearms before finally coming up to a seated position, his bottom lip bleeding slightly from an obvious blow to the face.

Ireland stood behind the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at the sight, orange-red hair covering parts of his eyes. Wales was beside the two on the floor, glaring intently at Scotland. He must've been the one shouting at Scotland before England arrived.

"They were just being idiots, provoking one another for no good bloody reason." Wales sneered, his Welsh accent more evident with anger. Sighing, England extended a hand to Prussia. The albino took the offer and let England help him up while Wales did the same with Scotland.

"We don't have time for your useless bickering, you brutes," The Brit scolded his brother and friend, glaring between the two, "this is a serious matter or I wouldn't have called the three of you here. We're running out of time so don't waste it!"

There was a long moment of silence between all five countries before Scotland finally broke it. "Actually that's a good point. Why'd you call us here anyway? Apologies for picking a fight so early but I'm tired."

England smiled slightly to himself. Despite all the suffering his brothers forced on him when they were younger, Scotland, and even Ireland and Wales, weren't as mean as everyone would have any naive person believe. On the outside, the countries, especially Scotland, seemed ruthless and brutal. But if not provoked, or simply hanging around, they made really good company.

One just had to understand how to not push their buttons.

"Prussia needs our help. He's disappearing."

Ireland rounded the couch he was previously standing behind to take a seat. Wales watched his brother sit and followed beside him, stretching slightly before turning all his attention back to England. Scotland remained standing.

"Disappearing? How do you mean?" Ireland asked, propping his boots up on the glass coffee table. Trying hard to ignore the sloppy position of his older Irish brother, England continued.

"It's because his country was dissolved. His body is-"

"-disappearing. I don't heal anymore, I may not age like a normal human but I feel much different. My heart has started acting up and I can barely stand straight anymore. There isn't a lot of time left before I'm gone." Prussia finished England's sentence.

Silence once again overtook the room, all three Kirkland brothers staring wordlessly at the albino. The once great empire they knew and, at times, slightly feared, was now sitting in front of them practically begging for their help.

Wales cleared his throat. "And I'm guessing you need our help with magic, am I right little brother?"

With a nod, England joined Scotland on the other side of the coffee table, facing his three brothers.

"No one else knows of Prussia's problem. He doesn't want Germany to know, it'll only cause panic, along with the Italian brothers and countless others. I figured we could try some magic to solve the situation."

Another pause.

"Do you have a plan? A spell?" Ireland asked, a question surely on all of their minds.

"...I do," England responded, turning to his left to stride past the coffee table, reaching one of many massive bookshelves. His fingers danced across the many spines of countless types of books, before finally landing on a thick leather binding. Ancient writing lined the binding, and it almost seemed to spark to life once England grabbed it. He slid the book from its tight fit spot between many other books on the shelf and turned back to face his brothers, flipping the book open as he slowly made his way back towards the waiting countries.

"I spent all night searching for a possible spell right before the last meeting. I think I've finally found something that can help." His eyes never left the pages as he spoke, his fingers working tirelessly to find the desired page. Finally they stopped, a victorious "aha!" sounding from the Brit.

The curious Kirkland brothers gathered around England, Prussia standing off to the side, only to be shooed.

"Well stop shooing us and tell what the bloody spell is!" Scotland spoke up, clearly irritated.

England looked up from the book at the Scotsman's words before back at the pages before him.

"Now...this spell isn't the safest choice but we have no other options. It may...have some side effects." His eyes landed on Prussia's pale red, and the albino returned it sternly.

"Excuse me? Side effects? Like what?"

"Nothing deadly..." England sighed tiredly, looking up once more to face his siblings and friend. When it was clear the Brit wasn't going to continue, Scotland snatched the book from his hands and scanned his eyes over the spell himself. England didn't dare to try and take the book back, he didn't want to have to explain.

Scotland's eyes slowly widened in shock as he finished the paragraph, shooting a suspicious glare at England.

"This? You know what it can do!" The other two brothers were already reading, earning two gasps.

"It...it'll turn him into a monster if he loses it--" Wales started.

"-or he'll die!" Ireland finished.

"I know," England's eyes returned to the confused Prussian's, "It's called the Ring of Saol, and it might just save your life."