England's secret (Hetalia)

Chapter 10

Reaching into his pocket, America pulled out a torch and turned it on. The light shone around the small clearing that they were currently standing in. There were small trees all around them, but the nations could see a small pathway leading off into the darkness.

"Where are we?" questioned Germany, as he wondered about how they had come to be in the middle of a strange forest.

"Well," Norway answered, "We are obviously in a forest, and it is probably in England, but I don't know which forest it is."

"If it's somewhere in England, then why didn't England just nation hop here?" Japan wondered aloud.

"I can feel that this place has very strong magic, so it probably has shields up to prevent people from walking or nation hopping into here. That's why we had to use a portal to get here." Romania said, as he started to walk towards the path out of the clearing, "Now come on. We don't want to lose track of England, now do we?"

After gathering up all the stuff that had fallen on the floor during their trip through the portal, the nations started to follow Romania down the path. The only light that they currently had was coming from America's torch, and it was already slowly dimming. As soon as the two magical nations realised that the torch was going to go out soon, they quickly cast a spell to bring light to the area and carried on down the path.

The walk lasted around ten minutes before the group finally reached the end of the path and found themselves in another clearing. This one was smaller that the first and had a more secretive air about it. Quickly extinguishing their magical light, Norway and Romania pushed the other nations back onto the path. England was standing in the middle of the clearing, chanting mystic words with his eyes closed.

"Shh everybody!" whispered Norway, "England is inside the clearing!" Everyone immediately went silent and ducked into one of the bushes surrounding the clearing. They could see exactly what England was doing without him seeing them and panicking.

A golden glow lit the area as the spell began to take effect. Swirling symbols rose into the air and carried England with them. All of the nations stared in awe at the impressive feat of magic that England was performing, and wondered about how powerful magic was. The mystic chanting was in a language that only Romania and Norway could understand, and once they had heard what England was saying, they tried to find out what spell he was using.

"Romania," Norway said quietly, not wanting to disrupt England, "I think England's using some kind of ancient, celtic spell for long term transformations."

"He can't be!" exclaimed Romania, "Those spells were banned because they caused terrible pain for the user! All the copies of the spell were burnt!"

"Well England must have found a copy, or remembered it from the time when it wasn't banned."

"We have to stop him Norway!"

"Romania, you know we can't do that, or the spell will cause him even more pain!"

"But what on earth is worth that much pain to keep hidden! What is England hiding!"

"I don't know Romania, but I think that there will be a moment in the middle of the spell, where England will have to take the previous enchantment off himself in order to finish the new one. If we can stop him at that moment, we can end the spell without England getting hurt."

"Alright Norway. I'll tell the others to stop England when we can see what his secret is."

"Okay, but don't tell them about why this spell was banned, since that will just make it harder for them to stop England."

After passing around the message, Romania returned to the bush that Norway was in and prepared for the moment when they could stop the spell. Suddenly, the glowing intensified, and everyone around the clearing had to shield their eyes from the blinding light that was radiating out of England's body. The light went from gold, to silver, to blue, to yellow, and then it finally settled at a twinkling emerald light, that matched the shade of England's eyes perfectly.

The nations once again turned their heads towards the centre of the clearing, but what they saw astounded them. England was still floating in the centre of the clearing, but glowing runes covered every inch of his body. Slowly, England was being lowered back towards the ground, and as he got closer to the lush grass, the runes started to disappear one by one. Finally, the nations saw what England had been hiding, finally they saw his secret.

England was different. He was not like the rest of them. Huge, green, scaly wings were sprouting from his back, and a thin emerald tail had appeared beside them. Running his hand through his blonde hair, England accidentally gave the nations a clearer view of the small, sharp horns that has grown on his head. They could see that fearsome fangs had appeared inside England's mouth, and that his ears had become more pointed. The nations gaped in awe at the massive transformation that had just occurred, and most of them completely forgot about the task that they had been given.

Coming back to himself, Romania remembered that he had to stop England from completing the spell before it was too late. He rushed out of the bushes and started to sprint towards England, yelling for him to stop. The other nations immediately remembered what they were meant to be doing, and followed Romania into the centre of the clearing. They were just about to reach England when he turned tail and raced off into the forest with a panicked expression on his face.

Chasing him desperately, the other nations hoped that they could catch him before he got too upset, so that they could calm him down and keep their promise to Scotland. They all wanted to help England, but they couldn't do that before explaining to him that they weren't going to harm him. Wishing that England had not run off before they could question him, the nations wondered about how this had happened to England.