Why does no one love me...? England always thought to himself. But the was much before America came into his life. They both loved each other, but it was the wrong kind of love. It was brotherly love, and England wanted to be so much more than a brother to America.
He wanted to be the one that always there for him.
The one he always could count on to cheer him up.
The one that he loved... Forever and always...
But America left, and England was forced to just try to maybe forget about his thoughts of when he wanted from America. The thoughts of love...
.....
England looks at all the ingredients he has spread across the table in his basement. He grabs a hot cup of tea and adds some of the ingredients to it. He starts to panic and look around the room "Where is it?!?!"
He moved around bottles on his shelf, reaching behind a jar to pull out a pink plant with leaves shaped like hearts. He picks a few heart shaped leaves off the plant and crumbles it up, putting it in the tea. "There. Perfect."
England walks out of the basement and into his living room, seeing America sitting on the couch watching something on TV. "Here's your tea." With a smile, England hands America the tea and he takes a small sip. "Hey dude, this is good. What flavor is it?" America asks, looking up at England.
"It's just regular Green Tea..."
"Yeah, well it tastes like magic."
"Magic?"
"I mean It tastes really good."
Hmm.. Magical Tea... That's exactly what it was. The secret ingredient was love magic, the one magic England had been trying to master.
"Well, drink up." After America drank it all, he would fall in love with England. England would master love magic if it was the last thing he does.
