England's P.O.V.
I sighed and set down my cup of tea gently onto my nightstand. After the moron left, I made myself some tea and started to look through my old spell books. I have been pondering about a spell that I could use to make myself more imitating toward the other countries. Maybe then they would respect me more, thus the reason why my personal library is now an ocean of books.
"Ugh!" I tossed the purple leather book onto the floor with the rest of them. I have searched almost all of them, and non had the spell I needed. I sighed again, rubbing my temples.
"Why is it so hard to find one simple spell-" I muttered to myself, only to stop once my eye caught sight of the book I recently tossed aside. It landed right side up and open, but the page it was on caught my eye.
I bent down to pick up the book, keeping the page open. My eyes skimmed the page, a smile creeping up on my face. The title of the spell was " Admired by All"
"Yes! Finally!"
I set the book down on the pedestal and cleared my throat. The words of the spell leaked out of my mouth almost naturally. I closed my eyes, saying the last few words. At the last word, I lifted my arm, about to raise my hand in the air to finish the spell when it hit the pedestal first.
"Flas-Ouch! Damn it!" I didn't get to finish the spell, as my hand began to sting and throb. The damn pedestal messed me up! I kicked the pedestal over, anger burning up in me.
Then it hit me. I quickly grabbed the book off the floor again and began to panic. What spell did I say?! If I didn't finish the one I wanted, then what will happen? I strolled over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I looked the same, nothing was different.
"Maybe it cancelled it. I mean, I didn't finish it after all..." I picked up my tea and glanced at the ocean of books on the floor.
"Eh, I'm almost positive the spell was cancelled. And for these books, I will clean them later..." With that I walked out of the study and down the hall to my room to get ready for bed.
"Hopefully tomorrow wont be such a failure like today was..." with one last sigh, I entered my room and headed for bed.
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Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)
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