//Russia\\ Better //England\\ Magic //Ficlet\\

Requested By: CarCarMarie


You sat there in the chair watching as England was arguing with Russia... again. About what you might ask? About his plains to put a spell on America, only to be interrupted (again) by Russia. It seemed, from what you could tell in this conversation, was every time England tired to cast a spell somehow, someway Russia would mess it up.

"Your magic just sucks, da." Russia said making England gasp, evidently shocked that Russia would say something like that to his face. But this is Russia we're talking about here. You sighed, getting ready to stand and leave them to their bickering. Only to be pulled into the fight too.

"Even [Name] would agree with me that your magic sucks, isn't that right [Name]?" Russia said, somehow appearing next to you. You froze, unsure of what to say, either way you were screwed. Because both men knew magic, and both men would use it on you without a second thought.

"No way! My magics better then yours! You just keep popping up everywhere and messing it up, isn't that right [Name]!" England shouted appearing on your other side. You swallowed hard, glancing back and forth between both men who were waiting for your answer. You were suck between a rock and a hard place, so you'd play it cool.

"O-Oh! The heat!"[1] You said placing your arm over your head and falling to the ground. You'd be damned if you picked sides in this fight.
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[1] - A cookie to the first person who can tell me what's this is from, shouldn't be that hard people.