Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.12

"Eat up." I dug my fork into the homemade waffle things that France made. He rejected my scones idea and decided to take his good time to make waffles from scratch. Pft. My scones would have done fine.

"Sup Brohas! Whats cooking?!" America asked...in a very high pitched manner. I shoved the fork full in my mouth, while France told him his handy work.

"So, England..."America started the sentence off pretty suspicious. I set my silverware down, swallowing my food.

'By the tone of your voice, this doesn't sound to good."

"No, no. Its just, i figured you ah....." France cut in, obviously saving America from a nervous break down.

"America called Norway for help." I spit out my orange juice, probably hitting one of them.

"Ew! Gross dude!" Yup, i got America....

"You called Norway!? Why!?" I yelled. How could they call him with out my permission!

"I thought, since you cant see, them you cant do spells. So Norway said he could come down and help you." Well, actually what America just said kind of seemed right. I mean, i do need him, maybe he knows how to get my eye sight back....and maybe he knows an undo spell for my age- Wait.....i felt sort of upset at the thought of changing back to an old grouchy man. Though i really didn't look much older than America then but still, i acted like one. why go back to that?

'Dude, you okay?" I shook away the thoughts and smiled to where i assume America was standing.

"yeah, im fine, I was just thinking. I guess Norway could be a help."

 

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I heard the door bell ring, to which i already knew who was there.

'I will get it." France offered, walking to the door. I just sighed, turning onto my side. I was currently laying on the couch, attempting to take a nap. But Americas videos games were to loud.

"Hello, America." a certain Norwegian voice echoed the living room.

"whats up every one? Got any beer here America?" I groaned, why did Norway bring Denmark with him?!

"Uh, i don't know if there is beer. This is Iggys house." America chuckled.

'Stop calling me that wanker!" I growled, sitting up.

"Oh, that's you England?" I heard Norway ask. "I though Sealand grew taller...." I face-palmed.

"How the bloody hell....you know what, nevermind." I stood up, pulling my pants up more. they were a little big, since i, ya know....

"Wow, I never thought i would see rock star England again." Denmark laughed. I held back the erg to smack him. He knew very well those were not happy days.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright Norway. Can you bring back my eye sight?" I asked.

"I can try. America told me you tried a spell and it made you blind. What was the spell for?" Norway asked, grabbing my arm. I hesitated.

"Uh, can we talk about this privately?" I heard the others protest but Norway agreed. I told him where my spell room was and i made everyone else stay in the living room.

 

"Okay, so about that spell..." I started, while locking the door so America or Denmark wouldn't barge in. " I told the other two it was for cleaning the living room, but it was really supposed to turn me back to physically looking about 30, not 17."

"I see, so is there some kind of spell barrier?" He asked, pulling me closer to him.

"I have no clue, i think so. But that's why i wanted you to try." All he did was 'mhm' before placing his hands over my eyes.

"Just relax, and this will be over soon." i nodded slightly, relaxing myself.

I listened to him mumble the spell, clearly concentrating. At his last word, something shocked me. I screamed and fell on my butt, holding my face.

"Are you alright?!" I heard Norway ask frantically. He coughed multiple times, only for me to cough along.

"What the bloody hell-" I stopped, when i realized my eyes were open. I could see! "Holy! I can see!?" I jumped up, only to fall back down face first. My front felt heavy for some reason...

I sat up, rubbing my head and looking around. Everything was blurry, not to mention there was smoke every where.

"Im so sorry! The spell must of bounced off again, and i-" Norway stopped mid sentence. I looked up to him, he was also blurry and stood. I was still shorter than him, but for some reason his expression scarred me. It was a sorrowed expression.

'Whats wrong? I can see again. Well, not fully, everything is blurry, but i can see-" I stopped when Norway grabbed my shoulders and turned my around. I was facing the mirror that hug loosely on the wall.

I gasped at my reflection. And screamed.

 

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Americas P.O.V.

 

"So, are you sure he doesn't have any beer?" Denmark asked. We were still sitting in the living room, but i wounder why we couldn't come with them?

"Non, he has none!" France yelled back.

I was about to say something when we heard a high pitched scream.

"Was that....." My eyes widened as i sprinted up to the spell room, Denmark and France hot on my trail.

 

I wiggled the knob but it wouldn't budge.

"Damn, they locked it!" I growled, ramming my body into the door.

"Here let me help." Denmark and i both rammed into it, knocking it off its hinges.

"England! Norway, are you too okay?! We heard a-" My eyes went wide of what i saw in front of me. "E-England?"

A 17 year old girl stood scarred beside Norway with the same expression. She had long dirty blonde hair and forest green eyes. but the thing that caught his attention the most, was her big, bushy eyebrows. She bit her lip, cursing under her breath. Then Cursing out loud.

"Bloody hell!"