A Broken Potion ~ Pottertalia

Chapter 1 ~ Don't Play Catch With A Glass Bottle

The world meeting had begun, and that meant that the usual chaos had too. Belarus was scaring Latvia, Russia was bullying Lithuania while Poland tried to get between them. America was shouting about how he was the hero as Japan agreed with him, all the while Canada watched him with a sigh and continued to be forgotten. Switzerland stayed with Liechtenstein and threatened other nations with his peace prize. Spain was annoying Romano, who kept cursing at him and everyone (especially Germany) and Italy ran around talking about pasta, also handing out white flags. Iceland was complaining how Norway was being annoying, as Norway asked him to say "Big brother" whilst simultaneously choking Denmark. Yes, the usual chaos. The only thing that was missing was England and France fighting. Surprisingly they were actually sat next to each other, having a civil conversation.

"Everyone shut up!" There was a loud shout with a distinctive German accent, right on cue. A silence fell over the room at once, and everyone turned to look at the man who had taken charge of the meeting. As he started his rant, England sighed tiredly. He had been up all night trying to make a potion and after many failed attempts (which included many explosions and cauldron fires) he finally succeeded. Well, he hoped he succeeded, everything went the way that it should have gone. He reached into his pocket and took out the potion, fiddling with the lid and wishing that the time would pass, and sighed again in annoyance. He didn't notice France looking at him with a slight concern at how out of character he seemed.

"Yo dude! What's that?" A loud American voice shouted at the Englishman, who winced. He was only across the table, why
"It's nothing if your concern," He relied curtly, "Lower your volume too, you idiot!"
"Hahaha! What volume? I don't hear any music!" Came a cheerful (and, again, very loud) reply. At this point, chaos had arisen in the meeting once again (Germany had given up, deciding to just talk to Italy and ignore Romano's cursing at him from across the room). America walked around the table, still being insistent on knowing what England had.
"C'mon dude! What is it?"
"It's bloody nothing! Now leave me alone!" England's attempts to get the American to go away didn't work, and only caused the other to become more irritating. After going back and fourth for a fair few minutes, America quickly reached into the Brit's pocket and snatched the potion.
"Oooh, it's a... Um- thing! Yeah, you always want to play dress up like a wizard don't you!" He laughed, holding the bottle tauntingly in the air.
"Not as much as you like to play superheroes! Be careful and give it back you bloody fool!" His shouts were ignored.

"Hey, Prussia," The albino looked up as he heard his name being shouted. "Over here!" He glanced around again to see America, who was holding something out of the reach of a very angry Brit. He tossed whatever it was at him, and the former nation swiftly caught it. Prussia laughed as he saw England getting angrier by the second. "Haha, catch!" He yelled back, throwing the bottle back. America laughed and tried to catch it, but only managed to hit it, sending it flying into the table. It hit the table with a lot of speed, smashing immediately.

At the noise of the smash the room fell silent once again.
"You absolute idiots! Don't you know what you've done!?" Came the loud scream of England, looking at the smashed bottle in horror and shock. After his outburst the silence continued. Then a hissing sound started as the liquid from the broken bottle started to bubble. The bubbling got more intense, and the hissing louder until the liquid started slowly changing colour.
"Oh no, this wasn't meant to happen..." It seemed that the Brit had made the potion wrong again, he had no idea what may happen with this one. The potion stopped bubbling, in fact it stopped doing anything at all. Suddenly, there was a loud bang as a small spark appeared, causing some nations to jump slightly, this repeated a couple more times until a deafening boom sounded, almost like a bomb going off. There was a bright light, so bright that it hurt the eye.

A sound, almost like a 'woosh' was heard, then nothing. The light slowly disappeared, and it took a moment for the people in the room to adjust to the remaining light that came through the windows. When their vision finally returned to normal there was panic. The whole occupants of the bottom end of the table had disappeared, all that remained was the smashed bottle and empty chairs.

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End A/N
Hey! Hope you liked the first chapter! It's a bit shorter than I would've wanted but other than that I'm quite happy with it. So, I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen in the next chapter, but I have a few ideas so I'll go from there.

Also, another bonus could be the reactions of the nations left in the meeting room to the disappearance of the others. It could possibly be for Christmas since it's near.

Anyway, have a great day and take care!~